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我时常想,年少的爱情真像一把火。势不可挡的姿势,能燃烧别人,也能自焚。那时,我和他不过20多岁的年龄。某个夜晚,在一丛青藤下,他粘上了我的唇,甜蜜得让人窒息。爱在一瞬间扑面而来,将我和他心里的角角落落里塞得满满的。爱到浓处,那颗曾经在伊甸园里诱惑了亚当和夏娃的红苹果同样也诱惑了我和他。我们迫不及待地吞食,而且乐此不疲。等发
I often think that young love is really like a fire. Overwhelming posture, can burn others, but also self-immolation. At that time, I and his age of more than 20 years. One night, under a bunch of ivy, he glued my lips, sweet enough to suffocate. Love blowing in the flash, the corners of me and his heart full of. Love to the thick place, the red apple that once tempted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden also tempted me and him. We can not wait to devour, and never tired. Other hair