案头常放一本欧阳江河的诗集:“当光线在灰烬暗淡的头颅聚集,怀里的书高得下雪,视野多雾。那样的智慧显然有些昏厥。”——题记我拐下楼梯,斜晖倾洒,一张孤单落寞的脸消融在黄昏中。“有本事永远别回来!”母亲的声音徘徊在我的脑海中,正如我久久徘徊在路口不知所去一样。 The desk often contains a collection of poems by Ouyang Jianghe: “When the light is gathered in the dim head of ashes, the book in my arms is snowing, the field of view is foggy, and such wisdom apparently fainted.” - , Xie Hui pouring, a lonely face ablation in the evening. “Have the ability to never come back! ” The voice of my mother wandering in my mind, just as I lingered for a long time at the junction I do not know.