我站在路旁,张开双臂——右手过去,左手未来。它们连成了一条线,整齐得不行。盯着右手的掌纹细看,一条条纵横交错,慢慢的,已经找不到开头和结尾。随着右臂伸展的方向,想起了那些“一别多少天”的日子。那些年岁仿佛是幼儿园里吵着要吃糖的孩子,闹哄哄的混沌成一片,我捧着糖站在 I stood by the road and opened my arms—the right hand passed in and the left hand came in the future. They have become a line, not neatly. Staring at the palm of your right hand, you can see the beginnings and the end of the moment. With the direction of the right arm stretched, I remembered the days of “a few days.” Those ages are like the children who are clamoring for sugar in the kindergarten. The chaotic chaos is everywhere. I hold the sugar.