壹年少的时候爱上一个人时,是这样的,远远看见那人,便心怀小鹿,慌慌乱乱的,觉得自己这也不是,那也不是。衣服没穿对,头发没梳好,哎呀,都走近了,匆匆看一眼,胡乱招呼一声,以致犯相思的时候连他的眉眼具体长什么样都不清楚。若旁人说,啊,那个谁啊,眉间有颗小黑痣。你还不相信,有吗?你试图在脑海里还原他的眉眼,可不成形,因为你真的没看仔细。倒是那些旁的人,没那情愫,可以把他横竖看个痛快。 When I fell in love with a person one year later, this is the case. When I saw the man far away, I felt foolish and confused and felt that I was not, that was not. Clothes did not wear right hair did not comb well, alas, are approached, hurried glance, casually call loudly, so that even when Acacia long his facial features are not clear. If others say, ah, that who ah, there is a mole between the eyebrows. You still do not believe, do you? You try to restore his facial features in my mind, can not shape, because you really did not look carefully. It touches those next to people, not that feeling, you can see him happy.