直到现在,尽管已经过去了快十五年,我仍然记得初中时暗恋过很久很久的那个男孩的样子。尤其是他的脸,脸颊颧骨部位那几粒俏皮又可爱的雀斑,在我脑海中刻下了深深的烙印。其实我没有要求自己去刻意记住他,我甚至从来都没有梦见过他,但是我却一直清楚地记得他。他在黄土飞扬的足球场上奔跑,白色的运动服灌满了夏日午后的微风,他的头发随风飘扬。我站在高高的教学楼的顶层,迎着午后的斜阳,眯缝着眼睛,安静而专注地追随他。 Even now, despite the fact that almost fifteen years have passed, I still remember the boy who had long enjoyed a crush on junior high school. Especially his face, cheekbones cheekbones that a few cute and cute freckles, engraved in my mind deeply imprinted. In fact, I did not ask myself to remember him, I have never even dreamed about him, but I have always clearly remember him. He ran in the looming football field, white sportswear filled with summer afternoon breeze, his hair flying in the wind. I stood on the top of a tall school building, facing the afternoon sun, narrowed my eyes, and followed him quietly and with concentration.