一妈妈说,我出生在某个坠满雪花但月亮却亮得出奇的深夜。自打知道这件事起,我的脑海深处总是翻涌处这样的情境:莹润的雪花挟裹着柔滑的月光从被墨色浸染过的天穹中静静落下。双眼蒙眬中,丝丝缕缕的月光悄悄拂过婴儿的眼睑。婴儿艰难地睁开双眼,然后看到天上那枚大大的印章,遥 A mother said that I was born in a late night full of snowflakes but the moon was bright. Ever since I knew it, my mind always exploded in the depths of my head: the glistening snowflakes calmly fall from the dome that was soaked in ink. Blindfolded in the eyes, strands of the moonlight whisper gently across the baby’s eyelids. Baby difficult to open his eyes, and then see the sky that big seal, away