阳光越过窗框一片一片的,斑驳而灿烂的光带在你的肩头闪烁着,我坐在教室后头下巴顶着膝盖,身子陷在小板凳里,身旁是读不懂的高年级教科书。静静地瞧着你,有无数白色的粉末在你的头顶扑腾着翅膀,乘着那片光带歇在你肩头,明明是轻巧而俏皮地歇着,可为什么你的肩头微微下塌,仿佛扛着巨大的石头,仿佛有什么东西被压抑?我的眼神黯淡了。 Sunshine across the window frame one by one, mottled and brilliant light in your shoulders flashing, I sat in the classroom behind his head chin knees, body stuck in a small bench, beside reading is not understand the textbooks of the senior year. Quietly looking at you, there are countless white powders fluttering over your head, resting on your shoulder with the light band, obviously cleverly and snugly, why your shoulders slightly fall, as if Carrying a huge stone, as if something was suppressed? My eyes dim.