有一种距离叫远,有一种关系叫缘,有一种心情叫思念,有一种关心叫无言……我在这头,你在那头。多少年来,我时时整箱倾倒出关于你的泛黄的记忆,我亲爱的你。并不美好的初遇我们的相遇并不像有些小说中描述的那样美好和温暖,只是平淡地“交换”姓名,便再无交流。好几次,我抬起头想和你说说话,但是看到你并无太多表情的侧面轮廓,只好失落地低下头,继续看我的课本。第二次交流已经是几天后,我正背着当天的笔 There is a distance called, there is a relationship between the edge, there is a feeling called miss, there is a call to silence ... I am in this head, you are over there. Over the years, I always dump the box on the yellowing of your memory, my dear you. Not a good first encounter Our encounter is not as beautiful and warm as some of the novels described, but only plainly “exchanging” the name, there is no exchange. On several occasions, I looked up to talk to you, but I saw that you did not have too many facial expressions on the sidelines. You just lost your head and continued to read my textbooks. The second exchange is already a few days later, I was carrying the day’s pen