高一的宿舍门再次被我推开——写着“鬼屋”二字的白纸落在桌上;窗外铁架上的衣服被风从这一头吹向另一头,像可笑的怪物;4号床铺枕头下的课外书露出一角……而她们,已坐在床铺上等我多时。浅蓝色的蚊帐被风吹起,划过她们的脸。她们都微笑地看着我。我也一一回以微笑,想起曾经的许多。萍,我不怨你在高中毕业后对我的躲避与误解。相反,我依旧常常想起你红扑扑的脸蛋和天生卷曲的头发。你那么 The high school dormitory door was pushed again by me - the white paper with the words “Haunted House” was dropped on the table; the clothes on the ironwork outside the window were blown from one end to the other like a ridiculous monster; The extracurricular book under Pillow No 4 showed a corner ... And they, have been sitting on the bed waiting for me a long time. The light blue mosquito net was blown across the face. They all looked at me with a smile. I also smile back one by one, think of many of them. Ping, I do not blame you for your avoidance and misunderstanding of me after graduating from high school. Instead, I still often think of your flushed face and naturally curly hair. You are so