年少时,喜欢上一个人,或是被人喜欢着,都是美好的。多年以前,当我们还很年轻的时候,总有一些在乎的人。他们的一言一笑都牵动着我们的情绪,因为可以相见,我们何等雀跃;因为必须离别,我们神伤痛楚。爱着一个人的时候,我们超出想象的勇敢,也超出想象的脆弱。多年以前,我认识了一个人,他不常说话,独来独往,不为什么理由地对我很好。大家都说他很有性格,很难亲近,我却总觉得他很容易受伤的样子。当他的眼睛看着我,那里面析请的震颤光芒令我隐隐不安,我的言语和行动变得小心, When young, like a person, or be like, are good. Years ago, when we were still young, there were always some people who care. Their smile affects our emotions, because we can see each other, how excited we are; because of the need to part, we are sad and painful. When we are in love with one another, we exceed the bravery of imagination and beyond the fragility of imagination. Many years ago, I met a man who did not talk very often and did not go to the world without justification. Everyone said he is very character, very close, but I always feel that he is very easy to hurt. When his eyes looked at me, the tremulous light of the interrogation made me faint and anxious, my words and actions became more careful,