一个孩子,如果在她应该快乐的时候没有快乐;在渴望赞赏的时期听到看到的都是否定;在应该拥有温暖的时刻得不到一丝温暖;在不应该懂事的年纪却太懂事,那她长大后,也永远不可能拥有幸福,纯净的幸福,那些不应该的经历早就化做心灵的伤,在无法诉说的年代里,累积、沉淀、扩散、糜烂,变成毒水,直至融进血液,只剩下一个美丽易碎的壳。 没有解药。 也不会有未来。我叫卫蓝,蓝是我的名字,不是兰,也不是澜。 A child who is not happy when she should be happy, a negative one who hears and sees during her longing for appreciation, a warmth when she should be warm, and a man who is not sensible When she grows up, she will never have the happiness or purity of her happiness. Those who should not have gone astray, and accumulate, precipitate, spread, erode and turn into poisonous water in the years when she can not tell. Into the blood, leaving only a beautiful fragile shell. No antidote. There will be no future. My name is Wei Lan, blue is my name, not Lan, nor Lan.