记忆中,一直有一个背影。随着时间慢慢地流逝,那个背影也变得越来越模糊,越来越小。直到现在,它已经彻底消失在我的世界里。我不知道那个背影对我来说意味着什么。我只记得,我生命中的很长一段时间,都是那个背影陪着我一起度过的。它只在梦中出现,我就每天早早地入睡,到梦中去寻找。我和它聊天,对它倾诉;我告诉它真实的世界有多无奈,它告诉我虚幻的世界有多缥缈。它是最懂我的人,以至于每次和它谈话后再醒来,泪水已经沾满枕巾。只是,我一直都没有见过它的脸。一直都没有,也不会再有。 There is always a back in memory. As time goes by slowly, that back also becomes increasingly blurred, smaller and smaller. Until now, it has completely disappeared in my world. I do not know what that backline means to me. I just remember that for a long time in my life, that figure was spent with me. It only appears in a dream, I fall asleep early every day, to find a dream. I chatted with it and talked to it; I told her the frustration of the real world, which told me how fickle the world is. It is the one who understands me the most, so that every time I talk to it, I wake up and the tears are covered with pillowcases. Only, I have never seen it’s face. I have not been there anymore.