很偶然的,翻一个几年未曾动过的抽屉,竟翻出一叠旧信。信封上编了号,用一个礼盒上拆下的红缎带系着。打开来,信纸都旧了,但无法抹去字里行间的关切。对了,那一年我只有十六岁,是一个孤独的女生,我穿黑衣,来去都是一个人。她也是女生,在我眼里亦是最完美的,我一直想和她一样,也这般的美丽优雅,惹人怜爱。后来,我 Occasionally, turning a few years ago never touched the drawer, actually turned a stack of old letters. Envelope number, with a gift box removed by the red ribbon tied. Open, the stationery is old, but can not erase the concerns between the lines. Yes, that year I was only 16 years old, is a lonely girl, I wear black, come and go are all alone. She is also a girl, in my eyes is the most perfect, I always wanted to like her, but also so beautiful and elegant, lovable. Later, me