我喜欢黑夜的寂静,因为在静悄悄的黑夜里,珍藏着人间的真实,也珍藏着我的初恋。虽然我的这次初恋,短暂得像一颗流星,只在广袤而又漆黑一团的夜空中燃烧了一瞬,可她还是深深地留在我的心里。因为从那以后,我便告别了学生时代,带着我生命中的这一点点温馨,走上了漫长而又坎坷的生命之路。那个时候,我刚刚16岁,还不懂得什么是爱情,也感觉不到来自异性的吸引和关爱。只是在一种狂热盲从的状态里,迷失于旋涡之中。1968年的冬天,是一个寒冷的季节,数百万陷入盲从和疯狂的中学生, I like the silence of the night, because in the quiet night, the collection of real human world, but also treasure my first love. Although my first love, short as a meteor, only burned in the vast and dark night sky, she remained deeply in my heart. Since then, I bid farewell to the student age, with this little warmth in my life, embarked on a long and bumpy road of life. At that time, I was just 16 years old and did not know what love was and did not feel the attraction and love from the opposite sex. Only in a state of fanatical blindness, lost in vortex. The winter of 1968 was a cold season, with millions of blind, crazy middle school students,