那个黄昏,更是清晰得犹如在看一部缄默无声的电影。那一眼偶然的对视,让我甚至痴想过,那时的他,是否也有一点点喜欢我。在丽江,在石墙灰瓦的古城里,在连绵跌宕的广袤蓝天之下,仿佛跌进一段慢时光。繁杂的心事也得到了片刻的宁静。在四方街的“一米阳光”里,听流浪歌手浅吟轻唱。那声音,会轻易勾起人心底极力掩藏的难过,并无限放大。我突然就想起曾喜欢过的男孩。我和他同班,甚至同桌过一段很长的时日。他叫沈予,穿千千净净的白衬衣,打得一手好篮 That evening, it is as clear as watching a silent movie. That occasional glance, so I even thought about crazy, when he, there is a little bit like me. In Lijiang, in the ancient city of stone walls and gray tiles, in the continuous ups and downs of the vast blue sky, as if fell into a slow period of time. Complex thoughts have also been a moment of tranquility. Square Street in the “one meter sunshine ”, listening to the singer sinister light singing. That voice, will easily evoke the sadness hidden in the bottom of my heart, and unlimited zoom. I suddenly remembered the boy I had loved. I and his classmates, and even at the table for a very long time. He called Shen to wear thousands of net white shirt, played a good hand basket