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希玖Sigil
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Night quietly fell, revealing its true colors. 夜幕静静降临,显露出它本来的颜色。 Looking into the room, a trace of moonlight spilled in, falling on the back of the chair, on the fingers turning the pages of a book. Vena sat there, the book in her hands already turned to the second half, her eyes scanning line by line, occasionally pausing, her lips moving slightly as if silently reading some interesting sentence. 望向屋里,月光漏进来一些,落在椅背上,落在翻书的手指上。薇尔娜坐在那儿,书已翻过大半,她的目光一行行扫过去,偶尔停一停,嘴唇轻轻动一下,像在默念什么有趣的句子。 To one side, the girl sat quietly on the bed, her back to the light. 另一边,女孩背对着光,安安静静坐在床上。 The moonlight fell upon her, illuminating the scales that spread along the back of her neck, one by one, glowing with a dark red luster. Those scales were more visible at night than during the day, like some mark not of this world, silently telling of her difference from others. 月光落在她身上,照亮那些沿着后颈蔓延的鳞片,一片一片,泛着暗红色的光泽。这些鳞片夜里比白天更显眼,像某种不属于这世间的印记,静静诉说着她的不同。 The girl turned her head. 女孩回过头。 She secretly glanced at Vena by the desk. 偷偷看了一眼书桌旁的薇尔娜。 She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it again. Her gaze fell back to her own knees, paused for a moment, then couldn't help but lift again, darting another glance in that direction. 她张了张嘴,又闭上。目光落回自己膝上,停一会儿,又忍不住抬起来,往那边瞟了一眼。 "That's the seventh time you've looked at me tonight," Vena's voice came from behind the pages, without looking up. "Go ahead, say it." “那是你今晚第七次看我了,”薇尔娜的声音从书页后传来,没抬头,“说吧。” The girl's spine tensed for a moment. 女孩的脊背绷紧了一瞬。 "...It's nothing." “……没什么。” "Nothing, and you keep staring at me?" “没什么你老盯着我看?” Vena finally looked up, her gaze crossing the upper edge of the page, landing on the figure on the bed. The moonlight outlined her silhouette in a silver border, her expression unclear, but those eyes could be seen shining in the darkness, like two startled little animals, dodging and evasive. 薇尔娜终于抬起眼,目光越过书页上缘,落在床上那个身影上。月光替她勾出一道银边,看不清神情,却能看见那双眼睛在暗处发着光,像两只受惊的小兽,躲躲闪闪。 The girl didn't speak. 女孩没说话。 Today had started out as such a good day. 今天本来是很好的一天。 "Would you two ladies like a taste?" A fruit stall owner extended a bamboo basket toward them. "Freshly arrived dried apricots, really sweet!" “两位姑娘尝尝?”水果摊主递过来一只竹筐,“新到的杏干,可甜了!” So she reached out and took one. 她就伸手拿了一块。 She put it in her mouth, bit half of it, chewed, and chewed. 放进嘴里,咬了一半,嚼了嚼。 Not sweet. 不甜。 She put the remaining half back into the basket. 她把剩下那半块放回筐里。 The vendor's smile froze on her face. Those two squinting seams slowly opened, revealing a pair of at a loss eyes, looking at the half-eaten apricot, then at the two of them. 摊主的笑僵在脸上。那两条眯着的缝慢慢睁开,露出一双不知所措的眼睛,看看那半块杏干,又看看她俩。 "This..." “这个……” "Sorry," Vena had already taken out copper coins and placed them on the stall, then grabbed the girl's hand and walked away. “抱歉,”薇尔娜已掏出铜板放在摊上,拉起女孩的手就走。 They walked a long distance before Vena let go of her hand. 走出很远,薇尔娜才松开手。 "How could you put back something you've already bitten?" “咬过的东西你怎么能放回去?” The girl looked at her, her eyes as clear as a just-awakened kitten: "It wasn't good." 女孩望着她,眼神干净得像刚睡醒的猫崽:“不好吃。” "It wasn't good, but you can't just..." “不好吃你也不能……” "That person asked if I wanted to taste. I tasted. It wasn't good." “那人问我尝不尝。我尝了。不好吃。” Vena took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. 薇尔娜深吸一口气,又慢慢吐出来。 And so the two of them said nothing more to each other the entire way back. 就这样,两人一路再没说话。 Now the moonlight fell into the room. 此刻月光落在屋里。 Vena closed the book, stood up from the chair, and walked to the bedside. She knelt in front of the girl, looking up at those eyes that glowed in the darkness. 薇尔娜合上书,从椅子上起身,走到床边。她在女孩面前蹲下,仰头去看那双在暗处发光的眼睛。 "Tell me." “说吧。” The girl looked at her, her lips moving slightly. 女孩望着她,嘴唇动了动。 "That fruit stall today..." “今天那个水果摊……” "Mm." “嗯。” "Did I... do something wrong?" “我是不是……做错了?” Vena didn't speak, just looked at her. 薇尔娜没说话,只是看着她。 "That person kept looking at us afterward," the girl's voice was very soft. "You gave her money. She was smiling before, but later she wasn't. It was because of me." “那人后来一直在看我们,”女孩的声音很轻,“你给了她钱。她本来笑着的,后来不笑了。是因为我。” "Yes." “是。” The girl's eyes dropped, falling on the back of her own hands, as if looking at something unfamiliar. 女孩的眼垂下去,落在自己手背上,像在看什么陌生的东西。 "I'm sorry. I'll change, I'll become the way you like, I'll... please don't..." “对不起。我会改的,我会改成你喜欢的样子,我会……请你不要……” Vena took her hand. 薇尔娜握住她的手。 That hand was warmer than hers, slightly prickly with scales. 那只手比她热,有些鳞片微微硌手。 "Dear." “亲爱的。” The girl looked up. 女孩抬起眼。 "I hate it when you do this." “我讨厌你这样。” The girl's eyelashes trembled. 女孩的睫毛颤了一下。 "I'm sorr..." “对不……” "I never blamed you," Vena interrupted her, a rare occurrence. "Sweet dried apricots can be found again, people can be met again. This wasn't your fault." “我没有怪过你,”薇尔娜罕见地打断了她,“甜杏干可以再找,人可以再遇到,这不是你的错。” The girl trembled slightly. 女孩轻轻发着抖。 "In front of me, you have never been someone who needs to keep apologizing to stay by my side. You don't need to be constantly forgiven." “在我面前,你从来不是一个需要不停道歉才能留在我身边的人。你不需要一直被原谅。” In that moment, her lips trembled, but no sound came out. She looked at Vena, as if understanding those words for the first time, and also as if those words had struck some place inside her, leaving her speechless with ache. 那一瞬,她的嘴唇在颤抖,却发不出声。她望着薇尔娜,像是第一次听懂一句话,又像是被这句话击中了什么地方,疼得说不出话来。 Vena sighed. A long, slow sigh. She gently held the girl's hand, stroking her skin. "With me, you don't need to apologize." 薇尔娜叹了口气,很长,很慢。她轻轻握着女孩的手,抚过她的皮肤,“在我这儿,你不需要道歉。” Then the girl moved. She lowered her head, pressing her forehead against Vena's shoulder. Very lightly, like a fallen leaf touching the water's surface. She didn't cry—at least, she made no sound of crying—just leaned there like that, her shoulders rising and falling slightly, as if she could finally breathe, as if confirming something real that existed. 然后女孩动了。她低下头,把额头抵在薇尔娜肩上。很轻,像落叶碰到水面。她没有哭——至少没有发出哭泣的声音——只是那样靠着,肩膀微微起伏,像终于可以呼吸了,又像在确认什么真实存在的东西。 She held the girl tighter, her chin resting on top of her head, her gaze looking over her shoulder, out the window into the bottomless night sky. Starlight fell in the distance, on the ruins of the Watchtower, on the spires of the Mage Tower, on all those places that had once hurt the girl, exiled the girl, made the girl into the girl of now. 她把女孩抱得更紧了些,下巴抵在她头顶,目光越过她的肩,望向窗外那片深不见底的夜空。星光落在远处,落在守望台的废墟上,落在法师塔的尖顶上,落在所有那些曾伤害过她、放逐过她、让她变成如今这副模样的地方。 Then she withdrew her gaze and let it fall on the person in her arms. 然后她收回目光,落在怀里这个人身上。 This person in her arms. This one called a monster. This one who had once burned everything. This one who now curled up in her arms like a weary young beast. 怀里这个人。这个被称作怪物的人。这个曾经烧毁一切的人。这个此刻像只疲惫的幼兽、蜷在她怀里的人。 "Sleep," she whispered. “睡吧。”她轻声说。 The moonlight slowly dimmed, as if someone had turned down the wick of a lamp. 月光渐渐暗下去,像有人旋小了灯芯。 Only a gentle darkness remained in the room, and within that darkness, two figures nestled together. The sound of breathing gradually steadied, one deep, one shallow, slowly intertwining until they could no longer be told apart. 房间里只剩一片温柔的黑暗,和黑暗里两个依偎的身影。呼吸声渐渐平稳,一深一浅,慢慢交缠在一起,分不出彼此。 Good. 很好。
希玖老婆不知不觉的你就一周年了 虽然我是在中途加入饱饱龙大家庭的,但是只要有直播我基本都在。从最初社恐潜水不敢说话到现在可以和饱饱龙们打成一片,这都是老婆的功劳。 老婆的直播间不是热烈的绽放,而是一种缓慢、坚定、带着温度的归处。像一本被翻旧的书,像一盏在深夜仍亮着的灯,像一段被反复听过的旋律——不喧哗,却让人安心。 这一年里,你承载过许多人的情绪:有人在你这里找到共鸣,有人在你这里放下疲惫,有人在你这里重新相信一些柔软的东西。而你始终安静地存在着,像一位懂得倾听的旧友。 一周年,不是终点,只是一个小小的节点。愿你继续慢慢走,不急不躁,不被喧闹裹挟,也不被沉默淹没。愿你始终保有最初的那一点干净与真诚,像我第一次关注你那时的模样,轻轻地、认真地,继续把声音传递出去。 祝希玖老婆一周年快乐 最后再来一句 好き好き大好き、結婚しよう!My Honey
致希玖:关于时间、远方,以及一个迟来的周年快乐 希玖: 周年快乐。 写下这几个字的时候,我忽然觉得,时间真是一件奇怪的东西。它可以把一个人送到万里之外,也可以让两个原本毫无关系的人,在某个寻常的夜晚,因为一块发光的屏幕而产生交集。它使我们相遇,却从不保证我们会一直停留;它允许一切开始,却吝于告诉我们,什么才值得被记住。 我第一次点进你的直播间时,还在波士顿。 那时的我,正站在一段尚未完成的人生里。课表、课程、城市,以及那些关于未来的、没有答案的问题,像冬日里迟迟不肯融化的积雪,安静地堆在生活的每一个角落。房间很大,窗外是北美的冷,暖气把空气烘得干燥而温柔,而屏幕上的光,成了那时少数肯温柔地停留在我身边的东西。 最开始,我只是偶然点进来。 我想,人这一生大概就是如此。许多后来被我们称为重要的事,在发生的当下,都显得平庸得近乎可笑。我们不会在初次相遇时预见未来,也不会在某个普通的夜晚,突然意识到自己正在经历一段日后会怀念的时光。命运若总肯提前透露结局,人生大概会少掉许多遗憾,却也会失去那些不经意间生长出来的珍贵。 而你就是在这样的时刻,出现在了我的生活里。 后来,我离开了波士顿,来到了奥克兰。 城市换了模样,季节也有了不同的脾气。曾经熟悉的街道留在了记忆里,取而代之的是另一片海、另一种天空,以及一段需要重新适应的生活。我逐渐发现,所谓远方,并不总是诗里写的那样壮丽。更多时候,它只是意味着你要在陌生的地方重新寻找自己的位置,在无人熟悉的街角独自走一段路,再把那些说不清的心情妥善地安放起来。 生活就是这样,它从不询问我们是否已经准备妥当,便擅自翻过日历,把一个地方变成故乡,把另一个地方变成现在。等我们终于适应了新的窗景,新的街道,新的生活方式,才偶然发现,原来从前那些看起来稀松平常的日子,已经悄悄获得了值得怀念的资格。 而在这段从波士顿到奥克兰的路上,我与你之间,也曾有过一段空白。 不过,说来有些好笑,这段空白其实并没有什么值得悲伤的缘由。 我并没有真正离开你,你也没有走远。我们只是生活在不同的时区里。你开始直播的时候,我大概已经睡下;等我醒来,新的一天已经开始,而属于你的那个夜晚,也许早就结束了。 人类花了几千年研究天文学,试图弄清太阳、月亮与地球之间的关系,最后却仍然没能解决一个最简单的问题:怎样才能让两个相隔万里的普通人,在同一个时刻醒着。 当然,这也算不上什么悲剧。真正的悲剧需要更宏大的原因,而我们的故事,只需要一张世界地图和两块走得同样认真的钟表。 于是有一段时间,我没有赶上你的直播。 生活并没有郑重其事地宣布一场告别,它只是让日子照常往前走,让我在不知不觉间错过一些夜晚,错过一些闲聊,错过屏幕里那些原本可以看见的瞬间。等到后来回想起来,才发现所谓空白,有时甚至不需要一个特别的理由。 但我并不因此觉得遗憾。 毕竟,我睡着的时候,你正在度过自己的夜晚;你下播之后,我又开始了自己的白天。我们只是按照各自的时间生活,像两列在不同轨道上行驶的火车,偶尔无法相遇,却并不意味着其中一列已经忘记了另一列的存在。 而且,若是所有的相遇都必须依靠分秒不差的准时才能成立,那么这个世界上大概就不会有多少值得纪念的关系了。 幸好,喜欢并不是一场需要签到的考试。 有时赶上了,就坐下来听一会儿;有时错过了,也没什么关系。日子总会继续,而那些曾经带给我们的快乐,并不会因为某个晚上没有出现在直播间里,就被时间判定为无效。 倘若一定要说有什么遗憾,那大概就是:地球如此之大,时间如此慷慨,却偏偏不能让所有喜欢的人,都在同一个夜晚醒着。 不过,这也没什么。 毕竟,连星星都要等到夜幕降临才能被人看见。我们总不能因为白天看不见星星,就责怪天空不够浪漫。 所以,现在回头看那段空白,我反倒觉得它很有意思。 原来从波士顿到奥克兰,真正改变的不只是城市与风景,还有我生活的节奏。那些曾经没能赶上的夜晚,也只是被时差收进了过去,并没有留下什么必须弥补的遗憾。而当我重新回望这一年时,我依然愿意承认,那段时光值得被记住,而你值得收到这句迟迟不肯草率说出口的祝福。 我不知道自己是否会永远喜欢你。 这句话听起来或许不够浪漫,但我想,你大概不会介意一个诚实的祝福。毕竟,永远是一个过分慷慨的词,人们常常在最不确定的时候使用它,又在最需要兑现的时候假装忘记了它的含义。 我能确定的是,在过去这一年里,你曾经真实地参与过我的生活。 你也许不知道,在波士顿那些寒冷的日子里,在后来奥克兰那些陌生的夜晚里,你究竟占据了多大的位置。你不必知道。人世间有许多美好的事物,本来就不需要被对方完全知晓,才能证明它们曾经发生过。一朵花不会因为无人看见而停止开放,一段时光也不会因为没有被郑重记录,就失去它原本的意义。 而我很庆幸,自己曾经看见过你。 今天是你的周年,后天,也是我认识你的一周年。 这两个日子挨得如此之近,仿佛时间故意在日历上留下了一个小小的玩笑。一个属于你的开始,一个属于我的纪念;一个记录着你走过的路,一个提醒着我曾经走过的路。它们并不完全相同,却恰好在这个秋天相遇。 我忽然觉得,这或许比单纯的周年更有意思。 你的周年,意味着你又走过了一段属于自己的岁月。你有自己的成长、自己的故事,也有那些只有你才明白的辛苦与快乐。至于我的一周年,则像一封迟到的明信片,从波士顿寄出,途经漫长的海洋,最后在奥克兰的某个夜晚抵达。邮戳已经模糊,地址也曾更改,唯独信里的心情,还保留着当初的温度。 当然,明信片并不能改变任何事。 它不能让冬天重来,不能让过去的某个夜晚重新亮起,也不能把曾经的自己带回那些还没有离开的日子。但它至少能证明:我没有把那段时光忘得一干二净。我仍然记得,自己曾在一个陌生的国家里,因为一个虚拟的身影,而拥有过一些具体的、真实的快乐。 这已经足够令人感激。 希玖,周年快乐。 愿你在未来的日子里,依然能够做自己喜欢的事情,遇见真诚的人,收获配得上你的喜悦。愿你不必为了所有人的期待而改变自己,也不必因为偶尔的疲惫,就怀疑一路走来的意义。愿那些喜欢你的人,既能欣赏你站在灯光下的模样,也能温柔地接受你偶尔沉默的时刻。 愿你往后的每一年,都仍然有值得期待的明天。愿你在漫长的时间里慢慢成长,慢慢成为自己喜欢的模样;愿那些曾经让你感到辛苦的日子,最终都能成为你讲给别人听时,可以轻轻一笑的故事。 至于我,就让我把这封信当作一份小小的纪念吧。 我曾经在波士顿认识你,后来带着这段记忆来到了奥克兰。中途我有一阵子没能赶上你的直播,但那不过是时差开了一个不怎么高明的玩笑。如今再回头看,我依然记得那些看过的直播、度过的夜晚,以及第一次点进你的直播间时,那个还不知道未来会走向哪里的自己。 我想,人生大概并不需要每一段相遇都有一个盛大的结局。 有些相遇的意义,只是让我们在某一段不算容易的日子里,拥有过一点光。等到我们终于走远,才发现那点光并没有替我们照亮整个人生,却确实照亮过脚下的一小段路。 而对于一段路来说,这已经是很了不起的事情了。 所以,祝你周年快乐。 祝你年年有今日,岁岁有今朝。 也祝我自己,能够一直保有回头看一眼的勇气,和继续向前走的心情。 至于那些已经过去的日子,就让它们安静地留在那里吧。不必挽留,也不必否认。毕竟,怀念并不是想要回到过去,而是终于能够坦然地承认:我曾在那里,我曾快乐,而那时的我,也曾如此真诚地喜欢过你。 愿你年年有今日,愿我偶尔回望时,仍能感谢那个第一次点进你直播间的自己。 愿我们都能在各自漫长的人生里,继续走向更远的地方。 而当某一天,你再次在夜里打开直播,我也恰好还醒着,那么就让这次相遇成为一个再普通不过的夜晚吧。 不必有什么特别的理由,也不必刻意赋予它什么意义。 毕竟,有些美好的事情,倘若非要等到周年才能庆祝,未免也太亏待那些平凡的日子了。 周年快乐,希玖。 愿你一直闪闪发光,也愿我在很远的地方,依然有幸看见。 —— 一个从波士顿走到奥克兰,仍然记得初见的人
**Hey Sigil,** Thank you for contacting Tech Support. We sincerely value your feedback. As a token of our appreciation, please enjoy a complimentary 24-hour stream, on the house. Just kidding. After some serious consideration and an unimaginable amount of BIG BRAIN activity, I've decided to write this in English. You know how that native-language embarrassment kicks in when you're trying to express something genuinely heartfelt? Yeah, that. Somehow, saying emotional things in another language makes them a little less embarrassing. Sooooo, back to the topic. HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY, SIGIL!!! I know this ain't your first rodeo, but reaching your first anniversary on a completely different platform is still a huge milestone, and one hell of an achievement. Me and the boys—and the girls, because I'm all about gender equality—have genuinely enjoyed every single moment we've spent with you. Every stream, every laugh, every stupid joke, every chaotic conversation, and every memory we've made together. All that time has been nothing but a 🥜 to my 🚪. But jokes aside, let me get a little personal for a moment. I don't think I can ever fully express just how proud I am of you. Watching you come this far, seeing how much you've grown, how much effort you've put into everything, and how you've continued to push forward despite whatever life throws at you... it genuinely makes me feel like a proud father watching his kid accomplish something incredible. And yes, I am taking full credit for your success as your imaginary father. You're welcome. You always joke about how anyone who watches streams or becomes a streamer must have some kind of Big BrAiN damage. And you know what? Maybe you're right. Because I can finally admit something. I fell for you the very first moment I saw you. Not necessarily in a romantic way, you silly dragon. But something about you just clicked. I don't know where that feeling came from. I don't know how it happened, and I certainly can't explain it. But somehow, my sixth sense told me that you were someone special. Someone worth sticking around for. Someone I wouldn't regret spending my time with. And after everything we've experienced together over this past year, I can confidently say that my sixth sense was right. People say that when you're lonely, any port will do in a storm. That when life gets overwhelming, you'll cling to whatever comfort you can find, even if it's only temporary. But I don't see you that way, Sigil. You're not just "any" port in the storm. You're the one harbor I would choose, even if the skies were clear and the seas were calm. You're the place I find myself returning to, not because I have nowhere else to go, but because I genuinely want to be there. On the days when life feels a little too heavy, when the world gets a little too loud, or when everything seems to be going wrong, there's something incredibly comforting about knowing that somewhere out there, a silly little dragon is streaming, laughing, making questionable decisions, and somehow making everything feel a little better. You probably don't even realize how much that means. Sometimes, you don't need someone to fix your problems. You don't need some grand speech or life-changing advice. Sometimes, all you need is a familiar voice, a place where you can laugh without thinking too much, and the feeling that, for a little while, everything is going to be okay. And without even trying, you've given us that. You've become a place of comfort, a little piece of home, and a light that makes even the darkest days feel a little less lonely. My safe harbor in the storm. My way back to calm. And, in your own ridiculous dragon way, a little piece of my salvation and redemption. I know I joke around a lot. I know most of the things that come out of my mouth are probably some form of nonsense. But behind all that stupidity, there's a tremendous amount of respect, admiration, and appreciation for you. I'm proud of the streamer you've become, but even more than that, I'm proud of the person behind the screen. Because at the end of the day, it's not the platform, the numbers, the followers, or even the anniversary that makes you special. It's you. The way you make people laugh. The way you bring people together. The way you turn an ordinary stream into something people genuinely look forward to. The way you've managed to create a little corner of the internet that feels like home to so many of us. And maybe that's something you don't give yourself enough credit for. My pride in you is through the damn roof, and what I've managed to put into these words is only a tiny fraction of what I actually feel. I wish you could see yourself through our eyes, even just for a moment. Maybe then you'd understand just how amazing you really are and how much you've come to mean to the people who've chosen to stay by your side. So please, never underestimate yourself. Never forget how far you've come. And never let anyone convince you that you're anything less than the incredible dragon we all know you are. And nobody gets to say a damn thing otherwise. One year down, and hopefully many, many more to come. I don't know where life will take us, what the future holds, or how much things might change along the way. But I do know one thing: If I had the chance to go back to the very first day I found your stream, knowing everything I know now, I'd still click on it. Every. Single. Time. Not because every day has been perfect, but because every single moment has been worth it. Thank you for the laughter, the memories, the comfort, the chaos, and most importantly, thank you for simply being you. Happy one-year anniversary, Sigil. You may just be a silly dragon on the internet, but to some of us, you've become a little piece of home. And now, before this gets any more emotional and I lose the last three functioning brain cells I have left... Tech Support would like to inform you that your free trial of emotional vulnerability has officially expired. No refunds. No exchanges. And absolutely no customer service. V/R AM PS. dont try to find out who i am, thats extra 4 hr
亲爱的希玖sigil😋😋😋 不知不觉,已经一周年了喵 我也已经被这个邪恶的红角白毛女人栓在这里快一年了喵(饿啊,你到底给我下了什么药,让我一天不看就感觉身上有蚂蚁在爬🥵🥵🥵) 还是很感慨的喵(说了很多感慨的话喵😋😋😋) 还记得第一次(上次说过了,这里省略一万字喵😋😋😋) 没想到,在你美丽的歌喉摧残之下,已经一周年了喵😋😋😋 也感谢你陪我经历悲欢离合,阴晴圆缺喵 (说了很多经历的话喵😋😋😋) 最后,你也要多注意自己的身体喵,不要再把自己挂在椅子上喵,少熬夜,按时吃饭,对自己好一点喵😋😋😋 最后的最后,一周年快乐喵 感谢你在过去一年里给我带来的欢乐与陪伴喵 在未来的无数个日夜里,我们也要一直在喵 祝我亲爱的老大永远快乐,挣大钱喵 我们永远未完待续喵 最后的最后的最后 昨日一去不复回~欧耶耶!开心比什么都贵~覆水不能在收回~哦耶耶!桃花🌸谢了有玫瑰🌹~人生几十年总会有风🌪雨🌧来陪~哦!潇潇洒洒赴会今不醉不归🍺🍺~耶✌!往事后不后悔慢慢去体会~此刻朋友👫这杯酒🍺最珍贵!~快把酒🍺满上干了这杯🍺大声歌唱🎤~好朋友好朋友👫今宵多欢畅~理想改变了我们的模样👨也让我懂得了珍惜朋友的肩膀💪~阳光 总会在风🌪雨🌧️之后撒向让我们抬起头🐷学会了坚强💪就像朋友的这杯烈酒🍺🍺烫在我心❤️上温暖我凡事别再放心❤️上 (今天我们的爬虫管小朋友要来猜猜他是谁😋😋😋) 永远爱你的橙子🧊🧊🧊
俺是武将 不会说什么漂亮话 如果我是第一个那就跟下一个心意一样 如果我是最后一个那就跟上一个心意一样喵 总之就是谢谢小龙 没有小龙我也考不上心仪的大学 祝小龙越来越好 爱你♥️ PS:关注希玖喵,关注希玖谢谢喵 黑择明
终日奔走于俗世之间,不知不觉困在繁杂琐事里。一日劳碌落幕,心底倦意难消,直到听见这里的声音,才恍然明白,这里便是我寻觅已久的“东篱下”。 从初次驻足直播间到如今,其间我经历了许许多多的事,世事辗转变化,所幸不变的是,你一直都在这里。不用逃离生活,只求在此片刻,卸下疲惫,安顿心神。岁岁同途,声音常伴。希玖Sigil,周年快乐! ——你的小小观众,东篱