人这一生有多孤独?我站在操场上,仰望天空,问天上那一朵漂泊的云:我们像不像?有人笑出了声。我的目光转了一圈才看到不远处的长椅上躺着的人。他手里拿着本书,满脸都是笑。我转身要走,“哎!”他说。我就是那时认识小翼的。他叫江小翼,他说,父母希望他有一双翅膀,可以飞去想去的地方。可是,他哪都去不了。“为什么?”他苦笑了下,没说话。我便也没问。每个人都有秘密,就像每个人都孤独。 How lonely is this person in life? I stand on the playground, looking up at the sky and asking what is floating in the sky: We do not look like it? Someone laughed out loud. My eyes turned around to see people lying on benches not far away. He had a book in his hand and his face was laughing. I turned to go, “hey!” He said. I knew winglets then. His name is Jiang Xiaoyi, he said, and his parents hope he has a pair of wings that he can fly to where he wants to go. However, he can not go anywhere. “Why? ” He smiled, did not speak. I did not ask either. Everyone has a secret, just like everyone is alone.