一周年

My dearest friend,




距離上一次聽見妳的聲音

又是三個月的時間

從收到妳那封簡繁體交錯的問候開始

或許我就該試著接受

大家終究是要分道揚鑣的事實

但昨天聽著妳那標準的北京腔

我仍感到驚訝不已...



一年

...也是該習慣的時候了。

Time to forget about the past,

about what we had,

but to look ahead...

to the future that's still in our hands.



聽著妳訴說著新學期嶄新的開始

為妳感到高興也感到擔心

希望堅強的妳

能找到當時橫越台灣海峽的初衷

無論如何

都要完成自己的夢想

也要找到屬於妳的幸福:)









上學期買了Gail Carson Levine寫的:

《Writing Magic》

屬於累的時候可以拿來翻翻的easy read

看到一段話

淺顯易懂 卻看得出是作者花了好幾年的時間
才得到的體悟:

"I used to think,
long ago,
that when I grew up,
I'd remember what it felt like to be a child,
and that I'd always be able to get back to my child self.

But I can't.

When you become a teenager,
you step onto a bridge.
The opposite shore is adulthood.
Childhood lies behind.
The bridge is made of wood.
As you cross, it burns behind you."