小时候,当挂历上的漂亮明星们穿得越来越多时,我的心就皱了起来,知道冬天要来了。漫长的冬天意味着要把自己裹成米其林轮胎的那个胖墩儿,里三层外三层,仿佛一跌倒随时可能滚跑。长大了,冬天就不再只是季节,而成了生活的某种状态。有时阳光轰炸在身上,依旧寒意阵阵。不得不说,在面对痛苦时,我有受虐的倾向。 When I was young, when the beautiful stars on the calendar wore more and more, my heart wrinkled and I knew that winter was coming. The long winter means that you have to wrap yourself into a fat dune of Michelin tires, three floors above and three floors away, as if one fell down at any time. When you grow up, winter is no longer just a season. It has become a state of life. Sometimes the sun is bombarded on the body, still bursting with coldness. I must say that in the face of pain, I have a tendency to abuse.