第一次见到宋安安是在一个晴朗的下午,阳光透过玻璃窗撒在散发着油墨味的书本上,暖洋洋的。眼睛游离过黑板,空间思维图逐渐由清晰而模糊,在我睡得酣畅淋漓用头不断撞桌子的时候,老师拉着她进了教室,坐在了我的前面。宋安安的头每天都像螺丝一样拧来拧去,总是在不断地说话。我想她是不是唐僧转世。天很 The first time I met Song An-an on a clear afternoon, the sun shone through the glass windows on the ink-scented book, warm. Eyes free off the blackboard, the space mind map gradually by the clear and fuzzy, when I slept drowsy head constantly hit the table, the teacher pulled her into the classroom, sitting in front of me. Song Ann’s head screwed every day like a screw, always talking. I think she is not a monk reincarnation. Very days