从记忆中看一个普通人的一生
一滴雨落在我肩头，我抬头望了望天空，云彩像被风吹散了一样，渐渐变得模糊起来。月光依旧温柔地洒在脸上，仿佛把我的影子拉得很长很长。
记得第一次独自思考这个问题时，我站在街角的餐馆里，看着店员们忙碌的身影。那时的自己还很年轻，记得自己常常坐在角落里看镜子里人的轮廓，直到那时我才慢慢明白，每个人都是一个独立的存在，在不同的时间、不同的环境下，都有各自的影子。而这些影子会随着时间的流逝慢慢消失，只在记忆中留下痕迹。
后来，我走上了回家的路，远远地就看见街角有一家餐馆，门口还留着几扇旧木门。夕阳的余晖透过门缝洒在我的脸上，我犹豫着要不要进去看看。推开那扇门，暖暖的阳光将我的影子拉得更长了。
Inside the restaurant, there was a woman坐在角落里，手里拿着一份外卖，看起来正在思考着什么。她的目光总是飘向窗外的雨点，轻柔地划过天际，带来一丝凉意。
As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, my reflection grew more distorted. At first, I couldn't help but feel that something was wrong with me—maybe I wasn't good enough to be taken care of by someone like her.
But then again, I couldn't deny that她总是在我身后，时不时地用微笑打湿我的眼眶。她的表情总是那么温暖，像一片羽毛轻轻飘落在我的脸上。
I kept looking at the clock on my wall, the minutes tickling me like tiny bullets. The rain was still down, and it wasn't going anywhere. I didn't know what to do when the rain stopped.
Eventually, a strange feeling began to set in. This person had always been here for me, no matter how far we separated.
But that didn't stop me from feeling a little alone. I kept thinking about how she was always looking at my shadow, how her smile brought me comfort whenever I felt downcast.
As the rain continued, the streetlights flickered on and off, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance. The rain mixed with the light created a vibrant tapestry of colors in the fading evening.
At last, I stepped outside, the rain had passed. The world was still gray, but somewhere deep within me, there was a warmth that could only be felt through the silence of the night.
So, to sum up, this person was not alone. She wasn't just interested in what was happening around us; she was always present, waiting for us. And with every moment I spent with her, my own sense of self grew stronger.
As the rain finally stopped, the sky changed color again. The shadows deepened, but they also brought new light into the world around me.
