孩童时代的我们大抵都对玩具没什么抵抗力,自己的小世界里总会进驻一个又一个的小伙伴。我们会将它们当作比自己更无助的孩子,扮演它们的爸爸妈妈,细心照科;也会把它们当作最要好的朋友,在受委屈时向它们倾诉心事。我们在与它们的情感交流中渐渐成长,成为独立的个体。长大后的我们依旧留存着幼年时那份纯真的依恋,然而不同的是,也许我们会将热切的目光偶尔留驻在它们栖身的橱窗,却不会再像儿时那般软磨硬泡父母带它们回家。是的,在现代都市游刃有余的我们看似已足够坚强。但只有我们自己知道,午夜梦回时内心深处的寂寥——我们再也回不到无忧无虑肆无忌惮的当年。 Most of us in childhood have no resistance to toys and we always have one small buddy in our own small world. We will treat them as more helpless children than ourselves, act as their father and mother and take care of themselves as well as treat them as best friends and talk to them when aggrieved. We have gradually grown up in their emotional exchanges and become independent individuals. When we grow up, we still retain the innocent attachment of childhood, but the difference is that perhaps we will eagerly look at their shelves occasionally stay in the window, but no longer as a child so soft and hard foam parents band They go home. Yes, we can seem strong enough in the modern city. But only we ourselves know that there is loneliness in the midnight when we dream about it - we can no longer afford to be carefree and reckless.