我现在相信“是你的就是你的”这句话,都想把此话当作信仰了。应该是二三年前,我看过《我是爱》,然后不知道怎么就把它lost了,片名、主演、情节等等全都遗忘。但我记得去往山里饭店的小路,蜿蜒上升;路边的香草、香葱和摇曳的小花;院子里树下摆着餐桌,斑驳的阳光洒在蓝花的桌布上……时不常我就想起来这一小段亮晃晃的片段,每想起一次,印象就更加强烈一 I now believe that “you are yours” is the phrase, all want to use this as faith. Should be two or three years ago, I read “I love”, and then do not know how to put it lost, title, starring, plot, etc. are all forgotten. But I remember the path to the hotel in the mountains, winding up; roadside herbs, chives and swaying florets; yard table with trees, mottled sunlight sprinkled on the tablecloths of blue flowers ... I do not often Think of this small shiny shining fragments, each thought once, the impression is even more intense one