太阳渐渐西落,懒洋洋地散发着最后一丝余晖。我踩着自己长长的影子,久久徘徊在巷口。手中揣了好久的那样东西,让我一直静不下心来。第n次摊开手掌,一个漂亮的发夹躺在掌心。修长的夹子上零星点缀着几颗水钻,像在休憩的贵妇,又像沐浴刚出的天使。踏着脚下凹凸不平的长条麻石,往 The sun was gradually falling in the west and lazily radiating the last moment. I stepped on my long shadow and lingered in the alley for a long time. I have been obsessed with the things that have been in my hands for a long time. The palm of the hand was opened for the nth time, and a beautiful hairpin lay in the palm of your hand. Slender clips were dotted with a few stones, like the lady in Hume, and it was like an angel showering out. Stepping on the uneven strips of footsteps