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收发室坐落在校门左侧,石墙掩映在背景里,除了学习委员每日照例取报纸信件,这里鲜有人问津。我喜欢“欲寄彩笺兼尺素”的浪漫,而收到信时总是心疼多于雀跃。目光触及明信片上突兀刺眼的污迹,我仿佛看见它被人推搡着挤过荆棘丛生的小径,沾了满身泥垢;指尖抚过信封边沿的伤口,我仿佛看见它被粗鲁地对待,撞碎一墙墙玻璃,被尖利的碎片划出道道伤疤。心疼却又无可奈何。时日久了也便习惯了感
Send and receive room is located in the left side of the school gate, stone walls set off in the background, in addition to learning members daily take newspaper letters, few people here. I like “I want to send the color and size” of romance, and always receive the letter distressed more than joy. Eyes touched on the unexpected dazzling stains on postcards, I seem to see it pushed by people pushed through the path of thorns, covered with dirt; fingertips stroked the edge of the envelope of the wound, I seem to see it rudely treated, Crashed a wall of glass, sharp edged strokes demarcation scars. Distressed but helpless. Time is getting used to feeling