如果世上真的还存在让人泪光迷离的唯美童话,这一幕便是了。少年的头发漫天飞舞,凌乱的发丝恍如破碎的落叶脉络,灵动却在缓慢下坠。少年的头埋得很低。始终看不见他的脸,看不见,看不见。空气停滞不前,幽幽的白梅香冻结了。我的眼睛里掠过寒风过境的痕迹。这便是他和她的终结么?沉默。没有任何语言,犹如清冷庭院中破损的壁画。如幻觉一般,少年的头轻轻侧 If there are truly beautiful and fairy-tale fairy tales in the world, this is the scene. The juvenile’s hair is flying all over the place. Messy hair, such as broken leaf veins, is slowly falling. The boy’s head is buried very low. He can’t see his face all the time. He can’t see or see. The air stagnated and the faint white plumeria was frozen. My eyes passed through the traces of the cold wind. Is this the end of him and her? Silence. No language is like a broken fresco in a cold courtyard. Like an illusion, the juvenile’s head gently sideways