生活它不是深渊,它是你走过的平原和你想登上的高山,它就像我们睡过的每一张床,你从来不会陷下去……小可很瘦,走在冬天的街道上,像一片长了脚的黑色叶子。但就是这副瘦高的身躯,带着他去过很多地方。我苍白的想象力想象不出那些未曾见过的风景里的细枝末节。就像当初一个叫清明的男生,和我提及他在韩国和一票朋友开着拉风的越野车四处游荡,在夜市和小孩子们一起玩弹珠的时候,我以仰望的姿态聆听着这些体裁不一但立意相同的故事。我知道那是我不曾经历过的青春桥段,它带着极具危险性的吸引力。小可说他曾在毕加索的故乡看太 It is not the abyss of life, it is the plains you walked and the mountain you want to board, it is like every bed we have slept, you never fall ... small is very thin, walking in the winter streets On, like a long black feet. But it is this tall, lean body that takes him to many places. My pale imagination can not imagine the details of the scenery I have never seen before. Like a boy named Ching Ming, and I mentioned he was in South Korea and a friend driving a rover off the rover in the night market with children playing marbles, I looked up to look at the attitude These different genres but the same story. I know that is the youthful bridge I have not experienced before, with a very dangerous attraction. Small to say he had seen too much in Picasso’s hometown