晓尘,你好吗?昨天,我从已经奠积上薄薄灰尘的深蓝色的信箱中,取出你的来信。看那邮戳,没料到这份祝福竟已寄了半月之久!你说,我们都有许多生活的故事,须急不可待地去演绎。是啊,我们原来有那么多事情应该去做。我的日子在认真、无奈、虚浮、自醒中无声地绵延。直到不得不去 Xiao Chen, how are you? Yesterday, I took out your letter from the dark blue mailbox where I had built a thin dust. Looking at the postmark, I did not expect this blessing to have been sent for half a month! You said that we all have many stories of life and we must rush to perform. Yes, we had so many things that we should do. My days stretched silently, helplessly, vainly, and awakely. Until I have to go