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看着这张有点皱的信纸,我突然想写一封信了。写给谁呢?爸妈、亲戚,还是朋友?管它昵,先写完再说吧,想到什么就写什么,即便这样感觉很乱。从哪说起呢?路过楼道,偶然抬头看见了那轮圆月,想起了我初一时的抱怨。我说我在深圳很少看见皎洁的月亮,星星更是寥落,这让我很失望。当时那种稚嫩的语气,到现在还记得。一晃三年过去了,就像浮光掠影的梦境一样,年华匆匆。一个人在楼上,放眼望去,一片灯火。天空很萧索,很黯淡,但是地面的灯光把整个世界照亮了。在这个地点,去年的这个时侯我还兴高采烈地和学长高谈阔论着,不停地笑。现在就没有这个机会了,轮到我们威为学姐了,轮到我们感到世界陌生起来。
Looking at this wrinkled stationery, I suddenly wanted to write a letter. To whom? Parents, relatives, or friends? Tube nickname, first finished to say it, what to think of what to write, even if it feels messy. Where to start? Passed the corridor, chancely looked up at the round moon, remembered my first complain. I said I rarely see the bright moon in Shenzhen, the stars are sparse, which made me very disappointed. At that time, the kind of immature tone, until now still remember. Flash three years later, just like the dreams of the glamorous skyscape, in a hurry. A man in the upstairs, looking ahead, a light. The sky was bleak, bleak, but the lights of the ground lit up the whole world. At this location, last year’s time I happily happily talked with the seniors and kept laughing. Now there is no such opportunity, and it is our turn to be the eldest sister. It is our turn to feel strange to the world.