最最难熬的日子终于过去了,如同行走在泥泞的草地上,我的步履很慢,像蜗牛行走时的状态,刀子般的细碎的风,在这些天里裁剪着我本来就已经很破碎的记忆。我本是个很乐于回忆的人,有个人说,我这是懦弱的表现,要么就是记忆中的事情夹杂着苦涩的味道,或者是惭愧的气息,我常常一口拒绝他。他叫徐幻。我认为他这是自以为是或者盲目自大的表现,我的记忆他怎么会知道其中的感觉。不过,他常常来找我,我们也还算是不错的朋友。他是研究每晚的星 The most difficult days have finally passed, walking in the muddy grass, my walking is very slow, like a snail walking state, a knife-like fine wind, cut in these days I have been very broken memory. I am a very happy person, some people say that I am a cowardly performance, either the memory of things mixed with bitter taste, or ashamed of breath, I often refuse him. His name is Xu Huan. I think he is self-righteous or blind pride, my memory how he will know the feeling. However, he often come to me, we are also pretty good friends. He is a star studying nightly