天空像是有双纯白的翅膀在变大,许多蠢蠢欲动的珠子在光怪的镜头里眨眼睛。这个八月是陌生的,远去的旧巷钟声,笨重的香火寺,和石阶前微微作揖的清新少女,一切像被陈旧的故事安排了不可循的痕迹,蝴蝶飞出寂静的弧线,也许,不是为了奔赴一场约定。一颗闪耀着晶蓝色光泽的玻璃球滑入视线,我看见一张调皮温暖的笑脸,直到与他后面的那双眼睛触碰时,瞬间骇然。 The sky is like a pair of white wings are getting bigger, many of the beads ready to blink in the bizarre lens. This August is strange. The old alley going down, the heavy incense temple, and the fresh girl who worked slightly before the stone steps, everything is arranged as an irreconcilable trace by the old story. Butterflies fly out of the arc of silence Perhaps, not to rush to an agreement. A glistening crystal blue glossy glass ball slipped into sight, I saw a naughty warm smile until he and his eyes behind the touch, the moment of dismay.