“失踪12小时的文字突回各市,全国人民皆大欢喜,决定把每年的这一天定为‘文字节’……”一太阳从山背阴的地方悄悄地溜了上来,只探出点儿头。昨晚一场暴雨洗涤了古房上的红瓦,空气中带着轻轻浅浅的青草味儿。天的另一边,失去了光泽的月亮还依恋着天空,赖着不肯离去。忽来的几声狗叫,像是从灰蒙蒙的空中传来的天堂之音。鸟的翅膀偶尔从天际划过,留下迅速而又短促的扑翅声。居民楼里,偶尔传来几声人们梦中拍打 “The missing 12-hour text suddenly returned to the cities. The people of the country were all happy and decided to set this year’s day as a “text byte.”...” One sun slipped quietly from the shade of the mountain, only to reveal a little . Last night, a heavy rain washed the red tiles of the ancient house, with a light green grass smell in the air. On the other side of the sky, the lost lunar moon is still attached to the sky, and refuses to leave. A few yelling dogs, like the sound of heaven that came from the grey air. The bird’s wings occasionally crossed the sky, leaving a quick and short flapping sound. In the residential building, there are occasional people clapping in dreams