亲爱的×××: 你好! 你知道吗?在一个阴雨绵绵的黄昏,我读着你的来信。读着这些充满困惑与矛盾的文字,我又仿佛看到了雨雾中你犹豫彷徨的身影……当你把一颗愁心寄与你最可信赖的朋友时,我该说些什么来抚慰你,该怎样帮你在纵横交错的路上选择一条属于你该走的路呢? 我不曾有过你这样的经历,说的话可能很幼稚,甚至是错的,但不管怎样,毕竟是我想的,是我的心里话。你从小就爱好历史,这我是知道的。连送给我这个理科生的书都是一本又一本的“历史”什么的。正如你所说,爱好与现实总是矛盾的。人生真是一个爱出谜语的顽童,总出一些难题叫你选择。这不,眼前就是一道这样的题: Dear XXX: Hello! Did you know? In a rainy evening, I read your letter. Reading these words full of confusion and contradiction, I also seem to see the shadows of you hesitating in the rain and fog... When you send a cruel heart to your most reliable friend, what should I say to comfort you? How can you help you choose a path that you should take on a criss-crossing road? I have never had an experience like this. The words spoken may be naive or even wrong. However, after all, it is what I think. It is me. In my heart. You love history because you were young. I know this. Even the books that were sent to me as a science student are all “historical” or something. As you said, love and reality are always contradictory. Life is really a ridiculous urchin. There are always some problems for you to choose. This is not, in front of you is such a problem: