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2005年8月5日我叫若若。我是一个15岁的忧伤的孩子。有时候,我会呆呆地望着灰蓝的天空,看着,看着,心无杂念。看久了,竟会生出那么一种忧伤。我悲哀而又幸福地想,也许,我会这样安静地垂垂老去。记忆总是在最不适宜的时候跳出来,扰乱我平静的心。也许,一切都已经结束了吧……那是一段白衣飘飘的年代,一段云淡风清的日子。我一直是个寂寞的孩子。我一直努力用冷漠的面具掩饰自己敏感而脆弱的心。我害怕,害怕别人的眼神将我的心事轻
On August 5, 2005, I was called Ruo Ruo. I am a 15-year-old sad child. Sometimes, I would stare at the gray-blue sky, look at it, watch it, and have no thoughts. Looking at it for a long time, it will give birth to so much sadness. I thought sadly and happily. Perhaps, I will grow so quietly. Memories always jump out at the least suitable time, disturbing my calm heart. Maybe, it’s all over... It was a period of white fluttering, a period of light and clear days. I have always been a lonely child. I have always tried to mask my sensitive and fragile heart with cold masks. I’m scared, afraid of other people’s eyes will light my mind