“你是谁?”我用略带颤抖的声音挤出了这三个字。来者报出了一个熟悉而又陌生的名字。这是我和她第一次见面。我们两个弱小无助的灵魂,在彼此相互撞击下温暖对方。她不太喜欢说话,但往往语出惊人。每一次她都在倾听,倾听我的童年、我的父母、我的学习、我的朋友……偶尔她会对? “Who are you?” I squeezed out the three words with a slightly trembling voice. The person who came here reported a familiar and unfamiliar name. This is my first meeting with her. Our two weak and helpless souls warmed each other under the impact of each other. She doesn’t like talking, but she often speaks amazingly. Every time she listens, she listens to my childhood, my parents, my studies, my friends... occasionally she will?