大多时候,我愿意把生活过成童话的样子。我愿意把自己作为酣睡于娇嫩花瓣里的拇指公主,愿意让自己在白日梦里朝着右手的方向到永无岛,和彼得·潘一起做永不长大的孩子,愿意在某个秋天的午后踩进爱丽丝的仙境,去追逐那只严肃惜时的兔子。于是,我大方地给楼下的无花果树和樟树们取好名字,蹑手蹑脚地假装窃听麻雀们的演讲,在风拂过脸颊时闭上眼,期待张开 Most of the time, I am willing to live a fairy tale look like. I would like to treat myself as a thumb princess sleeping soundly in petal petals, willing to allow myself to daydream toward the right hand to the island, never to grow up with Peter Pan, willing to fall in some autumn In the afternoon step into Alice’s Wonderland, to chase that serious pity when the rabbit. So, I generously gave my name to the fig trees and camphor trees downstairs, pretending to eavesdrop on the sparrow’s speech, close my eyes as the wind blows over my cheek, and look forward to opening