没人知道她心里住了一个穿白衬衣的少年,那天她本来是要趴在桌手上补觉的,猛然发现窗外飘过了一个洁白的身影。如同一道狭长的光照在了她惺忪的眼里,睡意全无。她迅速追出去,袖子碰翻了同桌笔筒里的玻璃弹珠,“噼噼啪啪”落在地板上,仿佛雨点落在瓷器上的声音,清脆,冰凉。她顾不上捡,看到那个白色的身影跑到了花圃里。雨后的空气里有青草的气味,树叶上的水滴不时落到她的脖子上,滴滴答答,一切宛如梦境。她怔住了,她看到少年在吃花。时间似乎凝固了,她觉得自己和少年访佛被松树上淌下来的松脂淹没,被时间包裹成了一块琥珀。 No one knew she was living in a white boy wearing a shirt, that day she was supposed to be lying on the table hand make up, and suddenly found the window drifting past a white figure. Like a long, narrow light in her bleary eyes, drowsiness. She quickly chased out, his sleeve knocked over the glass marbles in the same pen, “噼 啪啪啪 ” fell on the floor, as if the rain fell on the porcelain voice, crisp, cold. She did not attend to pick up, saw the white figure ran into the flower garden. The smell of grass in the air after the rain, the leaves on the water from time to time fell to her neck, ticking, everything like a dream. She was shocked, she saw the juvenile eating flowers. Time seemed frozen, and she felt she and the teenager visit the Buddha, which was submerged in the pine resin, and was wrapped in an amber over time.