总有一些事烙在心底,一经触碰,便会疼痛不已。几年前的一个下午,我坐在回家的大巴上。夕阳西下,天边的云被染成微红,一条平静的小河沿路蜿蜒,柔和的阳光抚摸着河畔或黄或紫的野菊花,几只白鹤在天边悠闲地飞翔——一切都那么安谧,但我的心并不平静,因为我最要好的同学昨天脸被烧伤了。手不时摸一下裤兜里一张写着电话号码的崭新百元钞票。那是外婆临行时塞给我的,让我给同学凑点医疗费。湖堰车站,上来一位年轻女子,右脸颊上有一大块疤痕,走路颤颤巍巍。我本想伸手去扶她,但看到她脸上的疤痕,又犹豫了。她就坐在我旁边。过了十分钟,彼此无言。她的左脸颊很光滑,她还有一双 There are always some things in my heart, once touched, it will be painful. One afternoon a few years ago, I sat on the bus going home. As the sun sets, the clouds on the sky are dyed red, meandering down a quiet stream along the river, soft sunshine stroking the riverside or yellow or purple wild chrysanthemums, a few crane in the sky leisurely fly - everything is so quiet, But my heart is not calm, because my best friend was burned face yesterday. From time to time to touch the pocket pocket phone number of a brand new hundred dollar notes. That is my grandmother leaving the plug to me, let me give my classmates pool medical expenses. Lake Weir station, up a young woman, a large scar on the right cheek, walk quivering. I would have wanted to stretch my hand to help her, but hesitated to see the scars on her face. She sat next to me. After ten minutes, each other speechless. Her left cheek is smooth and she has a pair