艾小艾从睡梦堆砌的坟墓里爬了出来,她揉了揉眼睛,张大嘴巴做了一个咀嚼的动作,嘴角就肆意地向后拉,几乎挨到耳根。正午的阳光从米黄色丝绸窗帘的缝隙中跌落进来,在房间投下一个四边形的光束。艾小艾打着哈欠拉了拉珊瑚绒毯子,把自己裹得像一个细长的蚕蛹,她垂下眼皮看着那毛茸茸的果绿色毯子,像一片草地,生机勃勃的;更像自己无限延长的青春期,永远充溢着希望。艾小艾翻了个身,拉了拉自己枕在头下面的那只胳膊,拨弄着鸭蹼一样的手掌。 Ai Xiaoyi climbed out of his sleeping pile of graves, she rubbed her eyes, opened his mouth a chewing action, the mouth of the wanton pull back, almost to the ear. Midday sunshine falls through the crevices of the beige silk drapery, dropping a square beam in the room. Ai Xiaoyi yawned pull the coral fleece blanket, wrapped himself like a slender silk pupa, she eyelid looked at the hairy green blanket, like a meadow, vibrant; more like their infinitely extended Adolescence, always full of hope. Ai young Ai turned over, pulled his own pillow under the head of the arm, flirting with the same hand of the duck webbed.