青黄不接那个时候的我频频将视线不自觉地游离到那一片灿烂中去。我眯起眼睛注视着沉甸甸的翠绿,猜测那样张扬的绿色或许是圆润光滑的。事实上在面前的讲台上原子世界风起云涌的时候,我无论如何不可能长时间浑然忘我地盯着窗外,研究那些高大的树木到底是水杉还是香樟。何况向来被不断证实菽麦不分的我,根本分不清木棉与黄铜到底有什么区别。我只是频频注视着那些跳跃着的金黄,注视着它们枝繁叶茂着刺穿了所有抛光玻璃的透明。 When the green and yellow did not pick up at that time, I frequently unconsciously liberated my eyes from the glory. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the heavy green, guessing that the green that was so public might be smooth and smooth. In fact, when the atom world in front of the rostrum is surging, I cannot stare out of the window for a long time at all, and study whether those tall trees are metasequoia or citrons. What’s more, I have always been confirmed by the unceasing buckwheat. I can’t tell the difference between kapok and brass. I just watched the jumping golden and watched them see through all the transparency of the polished glass.