你说:“快回去吧,外面冷!”于是我裹紧大衣,手里捏着你刚买的滚烫的烤红薯,冲进寒夜里,匆忙地向楼上奔去。到了三楼,忽然想起书包落在你车上,只得赶快跑下去,生怕你走了。我跑到楼梯口时,望下去:夜色如波涛汹涌的海,你被围困在路灯的昏黄中,踩着破碎的影子抬头,像一座孤寂的岛,在祈求繁星 You say: “Come back, cold outside!” So I wrapped my coat, holding the hot roasted sweet potato you just bought, rushed into the cold night, and rushed upstairs. To the third floor, suddenly remembered the bag fell on your car, had to run quickly, for fear that you go. I ran down the stairs, looking down: the night, such as the rough sea, you were besieged in the dim light of the street, walking on the broken shadow rise, like a lonely island, praying for stars