我一直想对什么人说说吴凡的事,可我总是找不到合适的地点、合适的时间、合适的人,所以,我只能像一棵树,在秋风渐起的日子里,沉默地、固执地摇晃每一片叶子,她们和他们读不懂我的心事。或者,是我的故事,已经过去很久的事。我的朋友们常说我像个孩子,天真幼稚,童心尚存,和男孩子们称兄道弟,还喜欢史努比和樱桃小丸子。我不服气:她们这样评价我,不过是因为我没有喜欢过谁,没有暗恋过谁。怎么认定我不够成熟,不像个女孩? I always wanted to talk to someone about Wu Fan. But I can’t always find the right place, the right time, the right people. So I can only be like a tree, in the days when the autumn winds rise, Silently and obstinately shaking each leaf, they and they can’t read my mind. Or, it’s my story. It’s been a long time. My friends often say that I am like a child, naive, innocent, and boys are brothers and sisters, and Snoopy and cherry pellets. I am not convinced: They commented on me like this, but it was because I did not like who I had and had no crush on whom. How do you think I am not mature enough to be like a girl?