这世界上有些病你患上却不自知,有些病你知道却不愿治,有些病你治疗却不见好。数学课已开始十分钟。说话漏风的老艾正独自唾沫横飞,秃头在射入的光线下反射出刺眼的孤单。教室是阒静的,正午阳光泛滥,空气中洋溢着慵懒的温度。讲台下的学生们,不是直接趴在桌上睡了,就是眯了眼小憩,更有迷离的眼神顾盼远方。沉默,这便是沉默。 There are some diseases in this world that you do not know, but you do not want to cure some diseases. Some of your diseases are not treated well. Math class has started ten minutes. The old Ai, who was speaking leaked, was flying with his own spit. Baldness reflected a dazzling loneliness in the light of the incident. Classroom is quiet, midday sunshine, the air filled with lazy temperature. Podium students, not lying directly on the table to sleep, is squinting rest, more blurred eyes staring into the distance. Silence, this is silence.