杂志社的朋友跟我约稿．且催得急。写什么呢？我用了一夜的时间去思考，最后我决定这样开始我的故事，一个只在节目里说别人的故事的人的故事，他也应该有一首主题歌吧；我是一个稻草人，站在风中没人疼。他们说我没有心，所以不怕雨打和风吹。那是一个秋天里啊，一个少年来赴? Magazine friends with me about the draft. And urged urgently. What to write? I spent the night thinking about it, and finally I decided to start my story this way, a story of someone who only told others stories on the show, and he should have a theme song too; I was a scarecrow standing in the wind No one hurts. They say I have no heart, so I am not afraid of rain and wind. That’s an autumn, a teenager?