踏进熟悉的教室,我走到自己的座位上,临座是空的,如我预料的那样。他回家收拾行李了,一周后便要去德国。打开桌边的窗户,再将肩上的书包放下。若是以前,他会早早地打点好一切,看见我来便很绅士地替我将椅子从桌下拉出来。而现在,我坐在他的椅子上,身体斜靠着窗台。这个位置真不错,微风轻撩着颈背,阳光从外面照射进来,搭在我的肩膀上,洒在他的书桌上。 Stepping into the familiar classroom, I walked into my seat and was empty, as I expected. He went home to pick up his bags and he would go to Germany a week later. Open the window near the table and lower the shoulder bag. If he had been in the past, he would have made a good preparation early and when I saw me, I would have a gentleman to pull down my chair from the table. And now I sit in his chair, leaning against the window sill. This is a nice place. The breeze licks the back of the neck. The sun shines in from the outside, resting on my shoulder and spilling it on his desk.