“朋友越来越多,寂寞却不减少,屋子里没有朋友来,就好像一个人独立在空荡荡的十字路口……”记忆里的音乐从邻居家的大音箱飘进我的耳朵,输进我的脑海。我独自坐在桌旁,望着窗外那片高高的天,时不时地有一两只不知名的鸟飞过,留下一串长长的孤单的身影。突然有一股寂寞的味道从心底袭来,浓浓地漫开, “There are more and more friends, but loneliness does not diminish. There are no friends in the room. It is as if a person is independent at an empty crossroad...” The music in the memory floats into my ears from the big speakers of the neighbors and loses. Into my mind. I sat alone at the table and looked at the high sky outside the window. From time to time, an unknown bird flew over and left a long, lonely figure. Suddenly, there was a loneliness that hit from the bottom of my heart.