一个晚上。一张影碟。一个故事。一幅流动的画。然后时光开始跳跃,从我的六岁到十五岁。眼前的东西总是在变,以致有时我会怀疑起自己的眼睛。但记忆却永远忠实于我,让我在每一次的回味之中,都获得一种平静和爱的力量。尽管,它只是一个六岁的小女孩眼中的世界,完美的世界。我还 one night. A video. a story. A flowing picture. Then the time began to jump, from my six to fifteen years old. The things in front of me are always changing, so sometimes I will doubt my own eyes. But memories are always faithful to me, and I have gained a sense of calm and love in every aftertaste. Although, it is just the world of a six-year-old girl, the perfect world. I still