平安夜,1224,按道理,是没道理。(回想无数个平安夜,像是城市上方的风把城市吹得干干净净,只留下音箱里的电流声,沙沙作响。这或许是岁月留给怯懦的我的唯一纪念)如果硬要给它定锚的话,可丑陋地说成是殖民内溃疡的皮上痈疮。(对于那些略显粗鄙的词汇,你从不担心自己脱口而出会略失温雅,你总是直白单纯地一语道破)或者温和一点,说基督的纯洁震撼四方。(宗教于你似乎不搭界,但当你在活泼之余陡然变得沉默。我总是担心会有什么严肃的思考会从你盛不下的小脑袋瓜中蹦出来)"定 Christmas Eve, 1224, according to the truth, it makes no sense. (Recalling the countless Christmas Eve, like the city above the wind blowing the city clean, leaving only the sound of the speakers, rustle .This may be the only time left me timid memorial) If you insist To anchor it, ugly can be described as a colon ulcer skin scabies. (For those slightly vulgar words, you never worry about being blurted out of your mouth, you are always straightforward to dismiss) or to be gentle, to say that the purity of Christ has shaken the Quartet. (Religion does not seem to bite you, but when you suddenly become silent, I am always worried that serious thinking will come out of your little headache.)