收获大藏袋里的宝贝不甘寂寞,好似当初的我。蹦跳着从袋口拥出,同那段默默耕耘的时光一起,从脊背上滑过。嬉笑着来到颈上、胸前、脚背,剔透晶莹包围我,哈,还好不是嘲笑与指责。随它们闹吧,反正都在我身上,我已将这沉甸甸牢牢把握。或许也正是这样吧:肯背仉的人才有满载的收获。 Reap the treasure in the big bag unwilling, as if I had. Bouncing out from the pocket, with the quiet time, sliding over the spine. Laughing came to the neck, chest, instep, surrounded by crystal clear me, ha, okay not ridicule and accusations. With them downtown, anyway, are on me, I have to firmly grasp this heavy. Perhaps this is the way it is: willing to recite the full harvest.