茅檐人静,蓬窗灯暗。我对着月色发呆,又是一个没有牛奶的失眠之夜。不知从何时开始,我的世界没有白天和黑夜的分界。16岁的时候,我也想象过遇见卡夫卡,然后给那个世界上最坚强的迷途少年,送去他最需要的温暖。我希望他过得好好的,更希望自己能够快乐,所以我在海边大声呼喊,告诉那个去了森林深处的我,要坚持梦想,做个干净并且是自己的 Mao Yi Ren Jing, Peng window light dark. I am in a moonlight daze, but also a sleepless night without milk. I do not know since when my world has no daytime and night boundaries. At the age of 16, I also imagined meeting with Kafka and giving that one of the strongest lost children in the world, the warmth he needed most. I hope he has a good life, but I hope I can be happy, so I shouted at the seaside, told that I went to the depths of the forest, we must adhere to the dream, to be clean and is their own