这是我在北京独自生活的第二个年头了。这座都市,曾住着我爱的人。只是,忽然间我就失去了他,在我还没有到北京的时候。那种突如其来的空虚让我不知所措,没有了方向。带着父母的焦虑、朋友的担心和自己的茫然,我只身来到北京。这是一个极其容易干燥的城市。和南方的湿润不同,这里天干物燥,水质硬,蔬菜少,经常风沙尘霾。在每天灰扑扑的空气里,我一遍一遍感受着回忆带来的痛苦,享受那种自虐的快感。于是,我病倒了。空荡荡的房间里,一个 This is my second year in Beijing alone. This city, I lived in the people who love. Only, suddenly I lost him, when I have not yet arrived in Beijing. That sudden emptiness left me at a loss, no direction. With my parents ’anxiety, my friends’ worry and my loss, I came to Beijing alone. This is an extremely easy dry city. Different from the wetness in the south, dry nature here, hard quality water, less vegetables, frequent wind and dust haze. In the gray flutter of the air every day, I feel the pain of memories again and again, enjoy the pleasure of self-torture. So I fell ill. Empty room, one