我偏爱睛天。在日光正好的日子里,思绪总会变得轻盈与澄明。在我起笔的时刻,无数的尘埃刚好簇拥着一束光芒,落到我的桌前。我与它对望着,也逐渐思忆起一过去的我,走过了多少睛天?又坐拥着多少的阳光呢?幼时的孩子是无忧而单纯的,他们的眼眸里就凝聚着阳光啊。所以,那时候的我,是一个捕获了无数阳光的富翁。我会记得在红色的砖墙旁,立着斑驳的石柱,明 I prefer the eyes. In daylight, thoughts are always light and clear. At the moment when I started to write, the innumerable dust surrounded a bunch of light and landed at my desk. I look at it with it, but also gradually think of a past me, how many brows have passed? And how much the sun is sitting there? Childhood is carefree and simple, their eyes Cohesion of the sun ah. So, then, I was a millionaire who captured countless sunshine. I will remember the red brick wall, standing mottled pillars, Ming