泡沫日记

Hold the time, in the fingers between the fingers floating, the wind flutter. Precipitation heart miss, with the blood flow into the fingertips into the ink, on the paper describes the Far away miss. If the wind comes, locks the miss in the wind, blows to you in the miss, whispers in your ear; If it rains, will paint a silk thread of love, a piece of guqin, with the melody of raindrops, you play the miss March; If the snow, will miss and snow melt into one, floating in your window, Hua in your palm.「握不住的时间，在指缝间洒落，随风飘逝。沉淀心间的思念，随着血液流入指尖化为墨迹，在笺纸上描绘山长水远的牵念。若风来，将牵念锁在风里，吹向牵念中的你，在你耳边呢喃着；若雨来，将牵念绘成一丝丝情丝，铸成一把古琴，配上雨滴的旋律，为你弹奏牵念进行曲；若雪来，将牵念与雪融为一体，飘在你窗前，化在你掌心。」

I don't know why you don't listen to me, just like I don't understand why you have copied the tenderness of me to others!「我不知道你们为什么不听我解释，就像我不明白你们为什么把对我的温柔完完全全的复制给别人！」

I always believe that words have temperature, at least this can be a reasonable explanation for the inexplicable tears in the story of others. Reading other people's stories, reading the type written on the white paper, always easy to recall the past, whether the period is warm or cold. I pass through some people's world, some people pass by my world. The writing that Zhang jiajia wrote late at night became the story I read every day. In a strange name in the story of the interpretation of the story, as if to see their own figure, in the story of others weaving only belong to their own dream.「我始终相信文字是有温度的，至少这可以当做看别人故事时莫名其妙地流眼泪的一个合理的解释。读别人的故事，看别人在白纸上写下的铅字，总是容易回忆起过去的自己，无论那段岁月是温暖的还是寒冷的。我从一些人的世界路过，一些人从我的世界路过。张嘉佳在深夜写下的文字，成了我每天都读的故事。在一个个陌生的名字演绎的故事里仿佛看到了自己的身影，在别人的故事里编织着只属于自己的梦。」