十七岁的时候,我有了平生第一个笔友,一座北方的小城,我在城市的这一头,他在另外一头。在北方苍凉的冬天里,我们共同面对着仿佛生死一决的高考,心里有着共同的慌张和无助。只有在给他的信里,我才敢透露这种情绪,或者说是交换这样的心情,我们在各自的生活里,都在扮演另外的一个角色,就是那种有一点玩世不 At the age of seventeen, I had my first pen pal in my life, a small town in the north. I was at the head of the city and he was at the other end. In the desolate winter of the North, we face the death-and-death college entrance examination together, and we share common panic and helplessness. Only in his letter to him, I dared to reveal this emotion, or to exchange such feelings. We all played another role in our lives. It was a little bit of cynicism.