直到现在,我仍珍藏着曾经为恋人写的诗与散文,和那些只有在热恋中才能制作出的小玩意儿。那个时候的冬天,没有炉火,没有热茶,没有轻歌曼舞,只有华灯初上的长街与行云流水的文字温暖着我们的心灵。到了春暖花开的季节,我们捂着瘪瘪的口袋,没有“3元钱一枝玫瑰,10元钱两杯咖啡”的浪漫,只有走在窄窄的田间 Until now, I still cherish the poetry and prose I once had written for my lover, and those gadgets that can only be made in love. At that time in winter, there was no fire, no hot tea and no singing and dancing. Only the words of the long street with flowing lights warm our hearts. To the spring season, we clutched his deflated pocket, no “3 yuan a rose, 10 yuan two cups of coffee,” the romance, only walking in a narrow field