思念是一把无情的刀。                                                                       像一块无形的石头。                                                                         压在心里无法动弹。                                                                                                                     思念很无助，                                                                                    它是快乐的、悲伤的、有形的、无形的、像寒冷刺骨的冬天，穿再多的衣服也找不出一点温度。                                          思念很长                                                                                         等到日历发黄                                                                                 也找不到回家的日期                                                                      思念                                                                                                     是滔滔不绝沸腾的烟火                                                                   想要抓住                                                                                          却不敢触摸