我悄悄地喜欢上了我们班里的一个男孩。是怎样的一种喜欢呢?就是所有人的面容里只有他的脸最清晰最生动,可是因为常常想常常想,在你想尽力记起的时候,却一点也想不起来,只有一个熟悉得模糊的影子。窗外有一棵梧桐树,像座可以躲进去做梦的房子。我要求老师让我坐在窗边,这样就可 I quietly liked a boy in our class. What kind of love is it? It is only in his countenance that his face is the clearest and most vivid, but because he often wants to think often, when he wants to remember, he can’t remember it at all, only one is familiar with it. Blurry shadows. There is a phoenix tree outside the window, like a house where you can hide and dream. I asked the teacher to let me sit by the window so that I can