无论何时,那个角落里始终温暖如春。邂逅幸福,便从那儿开始。是夜,一盏灯,我伏案窗前。尚有许多作业没完成,疾笔赶着。你轻轻走进来,将洗好的水果放在桌上,什么也没说,转身出去了。我猜想你定是又捧着书阅读,翻页动作温柔,仿佛树叶碰撞的声音。你不语,淡淡橘色的光透过门缝渗进来,我听见你的微咳,紧锁了眉头。你仍在看书吧,像从前一样。彼时我没有繁重的课业,就陪你念一页页的书。我不认得多少字,你就耐心教我读着无数温暖的句子。你抱我在怀里,告诉我要坚持。 No matter when, that corner has always been warm as spring. Encounter happiness, will start from there. It was a night, a light, and I was waiting in front of the window. There are still many homework did not complete, dash rush. You gently walk in, put the washed fruit on the table, say nothing, and turn around. I guess you must have read the book again, turn gentle movements, as if the leaves crash sound. You do not speak, light orange light through the doorway infiltration, I heard your cough, locked his brow. You are still reading, as usual. I did not have a heavy lesson when I was studying with you to read one page of the book. I do not know how many words, you patiently taught me to read numerous warm sentences. You hold me in my arms and tell me to stick to it.