我和晓黎坐在欢乐今宵吧台旁聊天。若明若现,摇曳的烛光和人影,徒增了些许落寞和伤感。晓黎和我一直聊着,直到人影渐稀,烛光微灭。晓黎始终在笑着,一种清纯脱俗的笑,一种寒彻心骨的笑,一种历经沧桑的笑。我知道,那代表着一种我无法体会的情感挣扎的心灵历程,或许有幸福夹杂在其中,可是更多的却是伤害和透骨的心凉。 Xiao Li and I sit next to the bar chat tonight. Ruoyouruowu, swaying candlelight and silhouette, add a little lonely and sad. Xiao Li and I have been chatting until the diminishing figure, the candlelight ebbed. Xiao-Li is always laughing, a pure and refined smile, a heart-warming laughter, a kind of laughter after the vicissitudes of life. I know, that represents a spiritual process I can not understand the emotional struggle, there may be happiness mixed in them, but more is hurt and penetrating.