写在前面十几岁的时候,盼望长大,总以为穿上高跟鞋留起披肩发,有了爱人有了自己的家,那才是幸福的好时光。二十几岁的时候,初出象牙塔,一无所有,身不由己迈进滚滚红尘,茫然失措,孤单无助,常常望着别人的窗户发呆,梦想着拥有一盏灯光,一副可以依靠的臂膀。好时光隐隐地躲在遥远的天边,看不清模样。三十岁了,有了丈夫有了孩子,也有了房子,却是没完没了地忙碌。在喘不过气来的柴米油盐中,偶然想起青春,是无比的落 Written in the early teens, looking forward to grow up, always think that wearing high heels to keep the shawl hair, with the lover has its own home, that is a good time of happiness. Twenties, the first ivory tower, nothing, involuntarily into the rolling red, confused, helpless, often looking at the other people’s windows in a daze, dreaming of having a light, a pair of arms to rely on. A good time faint hiding in the distant horizon, can not see clearly. Thirty years old, with her husband had children, but also a house, but endless endless busy. In the breath of Pimlico salt, occasionally think of youth, is incomparable fall