亲爱的北:还好吗?许久不见,甚是想念。对,现在是凌晨3点09分,你知道的,我又间歇性失眠了。所以我正坐在自家的书桌上,给你写着这封充满思念和回忆气息的信。窗外的小树被大风吹成了奇形怪状的模样,还发出阵阵恐怖的声音,像一个女人在黑夜里哭泣,但我却一点都不害怕,相反,觉得比起白天平静时的样子要有趣得多。但挥之不去的是内心的躁动与不安。房间里闷闷的,叫人难受。我用双手使劲推开落满灰尘的玻璃窗,手指上沾染了点点 Dear North: How are you? Long time no see, it is miss. Yes, it is 3:09 AM, you know, I’m getting sleepless again. So I was sitting on my own desk, writing to you this full of thoughts and memories of the letter. The small tree outside the window was blown into a grotesque appearance by the strong winds and a gruesome sound was heard like a woman weeping in the darkness but I was not afraid at all but on the contrary felt more interesting than when I was calm many. But lingering restlessness and restlessness of the heart. Room stuffy, uncomfortable. I pushed hard with both hands on the dusty glass windows, and my fingers were contaminated