六点。不知窗外的风景什么时候被染上了墨色。从密密的文字中解放出目光,夜色已如黑漆漆的幕布,遮挡住了视野。活动僵硬的手指和四肢,她走向自己的家。六点.橘红色的夕阳一往直前地穿过走廊给每个人拉出长长的影子,她的头发镶上一层金边。宿舍楼前堆满了家长和行李,空气里回荡着笑语。她步履轻快地穿出校门,穿过有形和无形的屏障,找到另一个自己。六点一刻。白昼的温暖久久不散,家属院橘黄的灯光恍惚如儿 Six o’clock. I do not know when the scenery outside the window was infected with ink. From the dense text in the liberation of the eyes, the darkness has been dark curtain, cover the horizons. Activities stiff fingers and limbs, she went to their own home. At six o’clock, the orange sunset drags a long shadow across the corridor, her hair set in a layer of Phnom Penh. Dormitory filled with parents and luggage in front of the house, the air echoed with laughter. She walked lightly out of school and walked through the visible and invisible barriers to find one another. Six o’clock moment. The warmth of the day long time to go, the family hospital orange light trance