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12岁的时候,我有过少年的友情,是和学校里的一个同龄女孩。她的家和我的家隔了城市中央的一条河流。夏天下着暴雨的午后,我记得她撑伞等在楼梯的下端,来接我去她家里吃冰激凌。潮湿的阴影里,她的面容像皎洁的一朵山茶花。我们在大雨中光着脚踩水,在她宽敞的家里一边吃冰激凌一边看诗集,然后疲倦之后拥抱着睡在一起。她的浓密的长发散发出清香,在睡意朦胧的时候兜了我一头一脸。我用手去拨。窗外是滂沱的雨声。
When I was 12, I had a friendship with teenagers and was an girl of the same age in school. Her home and my home are separated by a river in the middle of the city. In the afternoon when the summer rains, I remember her holding umbrellas waiting at the bottom of the stairs to pick me up for ice cream at her house. In the damp shadow, her face looks like a camellia. We dabbled in the heavy rain, reading ice poetry in her spacious home, then hugging and sleeping after weary. Her thick, long hair exudes fragrance and puffs me with a look of drowsyness. I use my hand to dial. The window is torrential rain.