一从窗台边倾泻下来的几丝光线,使这宽大的房间看起来如此的沉闷,空气中的气体分子压抑着。姐姐坐在镜子前,望着我们小时候的一张合照。照片中我们有着相同的面容,相同的笑脸,以及一模一样的裙子,当然还有左腕上一串相同的手链。姐姐右手触摸着左手的那串手链,按着左手的血脉。听说,难过时用自己的右手按住左手的血脉,会听见血液哭泣的声音。姐姐就这样对着镜子,脸色苍白,泪流满面。我来到她的身边,她是否看见?我撕心裂肺地喊着她,她又是否会听见?我怎样了,她能否感知？ A small amount of light pouring from the window sill made this large room look so boring that the gas molecules in the air were depressed. The sister sat in front of the mirror and looked at a photo of us as a child. In the photo, we have the same face, the same smiley face, and the exact same skirt, and of course, the same bracelet on the left wrist. The sister’s right hand touched the left hand bracelet and pressed the blood of his left hand. I heard that when I was sad, I used my right hand to hold the blood of my left hand and heard the sound of blood crying. So my sister looked in the mirror and her face was pale and burst into tears. I came to her side, did she see it? I shouted heart-wrenchingly at her, would she hear it again, and what would I do if she could sense it?