许多年之后,当我面对热烈欢腾的场景或遭遇激烈澎湃的感情时,我总是在自己的灵魂上给自己烙上两个字:无趣。无趣的可怕,可怕的无趣。从温暖的春到干净的秋,从酷热的夏到寒冷的冬,我始终都以一身纯白的短袖T恤来应付四季。身边的人都认为我是个很喜欢寒冷 Many years later, when I was faced with an intensely jubilant scene or a fierce encounter, I always branded myself in my own soul: boring. Terrible boring, terrible boring. From the warm spring to the clean autumn, from the hot summer to the cold winter, I always deal with the four seasons with a pure white short-sleeved T-shirt. People around me think I like cold very much