我住在一个南方的小城,从出生到现在。这座城市实在太小了,小得在地图上都找不到它的名字。尽管如此,我还是很喜欢它。在这里,我蜕去了童年的壳,真实而疼痛,舍不得但又迫不及待。如今回想起那种疼痛,仿佛经过时间的冲刷,开始变得美好,变得弥足珍贵。小城有小城的温暖和优点,它? I live in a small town in the south, from birth to now. The city is too small to find its name on the map. Despite this, I still like it very much. Here, I took away the shell of childhood, real and painful, reluctant but unable to wait. Now I think of the kind of pain that I feel as if I have washed through time and I have become beautiful and precious. The town has the warmth and advantages of the town, it?