每一个不曾起舞的日子,都是对生命的辜负。——尼采(一)深秋,还是凉了些呢,赵杰单手扯了行李箱,忙不迭地紧了紧衣襟,快步迈向了路旁的一家便利店。“喏,一杯热饮。”本以为时光可以冲淡一切,可时隔多年,店员却依旧识得自己,“还是老习惯,一杯巧克力奶茶?”“嗯?”赵杰微微发愣,不经意掉进了时间的长河,过了许久,店员已有了些许不耐烦,赵杰才缓缓道,“不了,那东西甜得发腻,早就不喜欢了……”店外的长椅,落了层白霜,那挡不住的寒意顺着衣衫浸入了体内,晕染了早已泛黄的记忆。曾经的赵杰,曾经的岁月,似浪潮般层叠 Every day that has not danced is a disappointment of life. - Nietzsche (A) late autumn, or a bit cold, Zhao Jie pulled his luggage with one hand, quickly tightened tight skirts, quickly toward a convenience store on the roadside. “喏, a hot drink. ” The thought of time can be diluted, but after many years, the clerk still know himself, “or old habits, a cup of chocolate tea? ” “ , Inadvertently fell into the river of time, after a long time, the clerk had a little impatient, Zhao Jie said slowly, ”can not, that thing sweet and greasy, long ago do not like the ... Chair, falling layer of hoar frost, it can not stop the chill clothes soaked in the body, blooming already yellowed memories. Once Zhao Jie, once the years, like tide like cascade