昏黄的灯光柔柔地泻在房间的一个角落。书桌上那封叠成四方的信似乎被这温柔的光线磨去了棱角,从而变得圆润起来。看过了,就不再去碰它。坐在桌前,我呆呆地想:我该怎么处理这封信呢?也许该把它珍藏起来。在我的记忆中,谁还会记得曾有这么一个人、这么一段友情,感动过我、伤害过我,最后弃我而去。然而她却说:“你很优秀、也很自信……但 The dim light flashed softly into a corner of the room. The folded letter on the desk seemed to be worn away by this gentle light, and it became mellow. After watching it, it will no longer touch it. Sitting at the table, I thought stupidly: What should I do with this letter? Perhaps I should treasure it. In my memory, who would remember such a person, such a friendship, touched me, hurt me, and finally abandoned me. However, she said: ”You are very good and very confident...but