世界在清晨敞开了它的光明之心。——泰戈尔一吃饭用的铝盒子,被我用刷子擦了很久。“不行,锈的,还是锈得厉害……”我自言自语早已成了习惯,阳台的风不怀好意地吹过来,凉凉的,仿佛正喃喃嘲笑我的无能。我知道用 The world opened its bright heart in the early morning. - Tagore’s aluminum box for dinner was rubbed with my brush for a long time. “No, rust, or rust is amazing ... ...” I myself have become accustomed to the balcony, the wind blows ill-intentioned, cool, as if I was mocking my incompetence. I know it