每个人在成长的过程中都有一些隐痛。隐痛就好像没有成熟的果实一样缀在我们的心中,永远不会调落。当我们回首咀嚼它们的时候,当时的酸涩重新涌上心头。然而这份酸涩是不能说的,它的滋味久久地回荡在心头,触碰着心里那一块柔 Everyone has some pain in the process of growing up. Hidden pain is like a fruit without the same in our hearts, will never be transferred. When we look back at chewing them, the sourness of the time regained our hearts. However, the sourness can not be said, its long-awaited echo in my heart, touching the heart of that piece of soft