暗恋,是一次无人知晓的自我牺牲,亦是一次悄无声息的成长。很多年后,我还是会想起那个长发飘扬的北方姑娘。她像一枚雪亮的针,穿着时光的长线,在我的记忆中左右刺绣、交织缝纫,直至记忆的幔布,到处都绽满暗恋的卑微之花。那时我刚上高三,决定报考艺术院校,成天自由得不得了。我们可以不去上课,坐在 Crush, is an unknown self-sacrifice, but also a quiet growth. Many years later, I still think of that long-waving northern girl. She is like a sharp needle, wearing a long line of time, embroidery in my memory around, intertwined sewing, until the memory of the drapery, full of humble love flowers everywhere. At that time I was in the third year, decided to apply for art colleges, all day free incredibly. We can not go to class and sit