我套用《诗经》的笔法,象征性空出十个格子,表示匆匆流逝的日子。一转眼,四年已经殆尽。听窗外季风的余韵,有种“今我来兮,雨雪霏霏”的苍凉。呆在学校里,看看雨过一天,听听风过一天,数数云又是一天。在浮华的城市一角,我为自己隔出一方空间,放下所有心情——度日。直到今天,忽然瞥见已积上灰的,记载寝室心情的这本簿子的橙黄封面。 I apply the “Book of Songs” method, a symbolic empty of ten grid, said hurried days. In a flash, four years have been exhausted. Listen out the window of the monsoon aftershocks, a kind of “now I come Xi, rain started falling snow,” the desolation. Stay in school, take a look at the rain day, listen to the wind a day, the number of clouds is another day. In the flashy corner of the city, I set aside a space for myself, put down all the feelings - the time. Until today, I suddenly catch a glimpse of the yellow, yellow cover of the book, which has been filled with ashes, and contains the mood of the bedroom.