幸福，很广；指缝，很小。——题记白色的斑马线,在夏日午后阳光的照射下,格外刺眼。记忆中曾无数次和身边这个人一起走过这条生命的保护线。从这里走出了我的童年,走进了我的雨季。然而,随着年龄的增长,思想开始发生了变化。如今,这个在她认为是习以为常的动作,在我看来是如此 Happiness, very wide; finger joints, very small. - The white zebra crossing inscription is especially dazzling under the sunlight of summer afternoon. In my memory, I used to walk past this life’s protection line many times with this person. I walked out of my childhood from here and walked into my rainy season. However, as people grew older, thoughts began to change. Today, this is what she thinks is accustomed to. It seems to me that