有些思念,就象雨一样,虽然在这个冬天里是稀客,可还是常常袭击我的心口。看着许多博客,或欢笑或哀愁,或前卫或低沉。习惯了这种淡淡的阅读方式,也习惯了或缓或疾的浏览速度。极少留言,兀自喜欢了这种沉默的姿态。再匆忙的日子里,若几日不见博客,心总会有些许不安宁。总觉得自己还有一点牵挂,一点眷恋未曾放下。 Some miss, just like the rain, although this winter is a rare, but often still attack my heart. Watching many blogs, or laughter or sadness, or avant-garde or low. Accustomed to this faint reading, but also accustomed to or slow browsing speed. Few messages, Wu like the silence of this gesture. In a hurry day, if a few days without a blog, the heart will always be a little restless. Always feel that they have a little care, a little attachment never put down.