在之前的很长时间里,我只喜欢很干净的阳光。清早,手指爬上了雕花的窗棂,从轻轻地触摸,到略微使力,然后捡起老旧的木头间掉落的时间的碎屑。阳光就这么一点点地漏进屋里。来不及收回的手指上缠上了阳光,那么简单的、明媚的一缕。有的时候我会望着这一缕阳光出神。 In a long time before, I only like very clean sunshine. Early in the morning, your fingers climb up the carved window grille, gently touch it, make a slight effort, and then pick up debris falling from the old wood. Sunshine so little into the room. Time to recover the fingers wrapped in the sun, so simple, bright ray. Sometimes I will look at this ray of sunshine.