我和马兰从小是好朋友,我们每个女人从小都是她的好朋友。如果我们依然怀念永远失去的少女时代,就去读马兰,就去见见马兰。我唱着她的名字长大,那些午后,阳光中女孩子跳着橡皮筋,一边脆生生地歌唱。“一二三四五六七,马兰开花二十一。”那么马兰呢?马兰自己唱着马兰,马兰天天在说她要 I grew up with Ma Lan as a good friend, and every woman of our age is her best friend. If we still miss the lost girlhood forever, go to Malan and go see Malan. I grew up singing her name, those afternoon, the sun in the girls jumping rubber band, while singing crisply. “One two three four five six seven, Malan flowering twenty-one.” So Malan? Malan singing Malan himself, Malan said she wants every day