总是在无限幻想中如梦初醒,也许是那只破旧的木闹钟吱吱呀呀的怪响,也许是上铺女孩下床板摇晃的声音,又或许是窗户外面邻家小孩的背书声。也许可能,我总是比世界,晚一步醒来。老师讲课的时候,我还忍不住睡眼惺忪,用半只手掌托住脑袋,找一个比较舒服的姿势来安抚 It is always wake up dreams in the infinite illusion, perhaps the shabby wooden alarm clock creak Yaoya strange sound, perhaps the upper bed girl shaking the bed next to the sound, or perhaps the endorsement of children next door outside the window. Maybe, I always wake up later than the world. When the teacher lectured, I could not help but sleepily, with half a palm to hold my head, to find a more comfortable position to appease