风的后面是风,天空的上面是天空。小舒曾经玩笑似的对我说。我的房间里挂着很多我和小舒的合影,一幅连着一幅。在烈日浇灌过的午后,阳光蔓延,明亮了我们的眼、我们的颜。我通常是喜欢在这时候注视它们,已经很久没有回去,照片有些模糊,我想要找回那些清晰的面庞,于是我用微湿的手心拂去上面的尘。可是那似乎太遥远,我满手的灰。 Behind the wind is the wind. Above the sky is the sky. Xiao Shu once said to me jokingly. There were a lot of pictures of me and Xiao Shu hanging in my room, one piece attached. After the afternoon sun poured out in the hot sun, the sunlight spread and brightened our eyes and our face. I usually like to look at them at this time. I haven’t been back for a long time. The photos are a bit blurry. I want to get those clear faces. So I use a slightly wet hand to pick up the dust. But it seems too far away, my hand full of gray.