露珠露珠该是世间最晶莹的眼睛吧。每次见到它们,我都感觉自己的心要融化了。又或者是像一些最细密的心事,在黑夜里悄然集结,在阳光到来之后又悄然弥散。消散之后,不留一点细微的痕迹,就像,一切都没有发生过。因为它们太洁净。洁净得没有一点杂质。常常想起小时候收集露珠的情景:拿一个清洗得干干净净的小瓶,小心翼翼地凑近那些有露珠的草叶,对准后用手轻轻一弹,那些露珠就一骨碌掉进了瓶子。那时的我们,快活得也像极了一颗颗露珠。 Dew dew is the world’s most crystal eyes. Every time I see them, I feel my heart melted. Or as some of the most detailed minds, quietly assembled in the dark, quietly dispersed after the arrival of the sun. After dissipating, without leaving a trace of subtle, like, everything has not happened. Because they are too clean. Clean without any impurities. Often think of collecting dew from a young man’s scene: Take a cleanly cleaned vial, carefully close to those dew drops of grass, align and gently tap a bomb, the dew drops on a bone into the bottle. At that time, we were thrilled to be like dewdrops.