她忘记了,忘记了有的东西一旦冷却,就会变味。即使有微波炉的挽救,也还原不了应有的美味。一、卧谈会上又是一个寻常的星期六晚上,姐妹的卧谈会上,大家谈及自己的初恋。尔雅躺在床上,睁着大大的眼,毫无睡意,思绪飘忽。视线刺透黑夜,落在了遥远的记忆之畔。那些碎影,零落地洒在青春的帷幕上,已经很模糊。恍然间,已经都五年了,一段不算长,但也不算短的日子。 She forgot, forgetting that once it cools, it smells bad. Even with the rescue of microwave ovens, but also can not restore the delicious. First, the resumption of the meeting is an unusual Saturday night, sister's conversation, we talk about their first love. Er Ya lying in bed, eyes wide open, no drowsiness, thoughts erratic. Night vision piercing, fell on the bank of distant memories. Those fragments, scattered sprinkled on the curtain of youth, has been very vague. Suddenly, it has been five years, a period not too long, but not too short days.