看着扔向墙角的登山鞋泛起的尘埃,拼命用肥皂刷着黑黑的指甲缝,把充满着咖喱味的衣服塞进洗衣机,望着镜子中那张晒得黑黑花花的脸……脑袋还是晕晕的,要不是这真实的一切,我还以为我只是梦中去了这飘忽的国度——印度。总算从这片我一直向往的土地逃了回来。把头放在家中软软的枕头上,已经12个夜晚没能如此舒坦地躺在床上了。 Looked at the dust thrown to the corner climbing shoes, desperately brushing black with black soap fingernails, the curry-full clothes into the washing machine, looking at the mirror in the face of the sun-dried flower face ... ... Head or dizzy, or else this is all true, I thought I just dream to go to this erratic country - India. Finally escaped from this piece of land I have been longing for. Put your head on the soft pillow at home, not in bed for 12 nights so comfortable.