那还是在爱做梦的年纪,郭敬明的《梦里花落知多少》反反复复不知道被我翻过多少遍。哭过,笑过,感慨过,羡慕着他笔下那些风风火火的青春。当然我也清楚,那样的青春只可能出现在文学作品中。再后来,还读过他的《幻城》。只这两本,其余关于郭敬明的小说,我都只停留在只闻其名不见其详的程度了。不是我不喜欢,而是青春的日子,或者幻想青春的日子一去不返了。 It is still in the age of love dreams, GJM’s “How many dreams come and gone” I do not know how many times I turn over. Crying, laughing, feeling too much, envy his pen in those energetic youth. Of course I also know that such youth may only appear in literary works. Later, also read his “Magic City.” Only these two books, the rest of the novels on GJM, I only stay in the name of the only see the extent of the unknown. Not I do not like, but the days of youth, or the days of fantasy youth gone.