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[1]第一个故事是关于海焰的,那时我住在山上。至于海焰是谁,现在还是个秘密。“一半像海水,一半像火焰。”我低着头展开手中的字条,竟不由自主地念出声来。究竟是什么时候留下的呢?我是在把秋天的线衫压回箱底又翻出厚厚的棉衣时,突然在角落里见着的。然而我却对此印象全无。那字迹大大小小,看上去有些调皮,像是门口小路上的鹅卵石,显然不可能是我的。“大约是神留下的诗句吧。”我盖上沉重的檀木箱子,把字条对折夹在书里。我这里不是很整齐,后果就是需要的时候经常找不到东西,不过偶尔也能像探宝一样发现一些似乎未知的东西,这感觉很奇妙。大约是迷恋这种感觉吧。
[1] The first story is about the sea flame, when I lived in the mountains. Who is the sea flame, is still a secret. “Half of the sea, half like a flame. ” I bowed his hand to start the note, actually involuntarily read out the sound. What time left? I was in the autumn sweater pressed back to the bottom of the box and turn out a thick coat, suddenly saw in the corner. However, I have no impression of this. That handwriting large and small, looks a little naughty, like a pebble in the doorway, obviously can not be mine. “It’s about God’s verse. ” I covered my heavy sandalwood box and folded the note in the book. I am not very tidy here, the consequence is often not needed when the need to find something, but occasionally like a treasurer to find something that seems unknown, which is fantastic. It’s about obsession with this feeling.