很久以前的每一个晴朗的黄昏,总是有两个影子交叠在一起,我们总是静静无语地走,总是静静无语地看,橘红的夕阳为我们铺设了一条金碧辉煌的地毯,质地柔软厚实,踩不尽的默契和诗情。你有时会淡淡地说:“还是我的影子要淡一点儿。”你说的时候,微颔着胸,头侧着,细长的眼若即若离地瞟着地上的阴影。身边的我定会看很久,看这种淡淡的忧伤的神情。没有风,你柠檬黄的衣裙只是很随意地附着在清瘦的身体上,可是你的发梢却飘起来,有些飞扬,胸前一串永远悬挂着的钥匙,像星 Every long, long time ago, there was always two overlapping shadows at a sunny evening. We always walked silently and silently. The orange sunset laid a magnificent carpet for us. The texture Soft thick, tread endless tacit understanding and poetic. Sometimes you say lightly, “Or is my shadow a little lighter.” "When you say it, your face is slightly curved, with your head on your side, and your slender eyes cling to the shadow of the earth. I will look around for a long time, look at this faint sad look. There is no wind, your lemon yellow dress is very casual attached to the lean body, but your hair is floating, some flying, chest hanging a string of keys forever, like a star