展开抽屉里面陈旧的信笺,一字一句地读着来自远方的文字,用心感受岁月残留的温度。窗外,余晖渐渐染红云彩,星子缓缓爬上天穹。他们把年华放在信封里,寄给我保存,而我把岁月留在给他们的信笺中作为纪念。从初二到高二,其间,有人悄然退出了我的生活,有人愉快地登场,有人一直陪伴我走到彼此都不再给任何人寄出手写信的年纪。这些人当中,小雪是我最先认识的。她的信写 Unfolding the old letterhead inside the drawer, read through the text from afar, carefully feel the residual temperature of years. Outside the window, afterglow gradually reddish clouds, stars slowly climbed the sky. They put Acts in the envelope, sent it to me for preservation, and I left the years in their letterheads as souvenirs. From the second to the second year, some people quietly quit my life and others happily appeared. Someone always accompanied me and went to each other and stopped sending letters to anyone anymore. Among these people, snow is the first one I know. She wrote the letter