瘦了岁月,厚了思念。给他打电话,聊一些无关紧要的话题,却在从一座城市到达另一座城市的途中,而变得那么有意义。我知道,每天这些重复单调的谈话,对他来说,就是最大的慰藉。可是在挂电话之前,我突然哭了,“我想回家……”曾经我以为自己永远也不会说出这四个字,现在才发现,跌得也更重,摔得也更疼。高三的时候,我想努力学习,考一所名牌大学,到自己 Thin years, thick thoughts. Calling him and chatting about non-trivial topics has made a difference on the way from one city to another. I know that these repeated monotonous conversations every day are the greatest consolation for him. But before hanging up, I suddenly cried, “I want to go home ...” Once I thought I would never say these four words, and now I found that fell even heavier, fell more pain. High school, I want to study hard, test a prestigious university, to myself