在夜深人静的时候,我习惯放一首纯净的音乐,然后轻轻地闭上眼睛,似乎可以感受到远处朦朦胧胧中笼罩着一片昏黄的灯光,依稀听到叶子落地的声响。没有了白天的喧嚣与吵闹,慢慢地融入了这静谧的夜晚,倾听着内心的诉说。也许只有这样,才可以脱掉那层粉饰自己的面具,看到真实的自己。我们都是行走在路上的小孩,可是有一天我们突然发现,走着走着就丢了,丢了最初的那份梦想,我们越长越大,却越来越模糊,少了最开始的那份澄 In the dead of night, I used to put a pure music, and then gently close your eyes, seems to be able to feel the distant hazy enveloped in a dim light, vaguely heard the sound of leaves falling. No noise during the day and noisy, slowly into the quiet night, listening to the heart of the complaint. Perhaps the only way to take off that layer of his own mask, to see the real self. We are all children walking on the road, but one day we suddenly discovered that we were lost while walking and lost the original dream. As we grew bigger and bigger, we became more and more obscure and weakened from the very beginning Cheng Cheng