很多时候,我都喜欢坐在土砌的矮墙上看远处渐渐落入水平线的夕阳。风吹过高高低低的土墙,吹过一望无际的高原,吹起我红色的有着繁复花纹的裙摆。那时候,我以为这就是全世界,这世间最美也不过如此吧。直到有一天,我看见从夕阳的方向逆光而来的你。不似这高原上皮肤黝黑身形魁梧的壮汉,你有着颀长的身影,白皙的皮肤,清爽的短发,阳光般的笑容。那一刻,连你身后的夕阳都为你黯然失色。我记得那天你背着一个很大的背包,笑起来微微眯 In many cases, I like to sit on the dug low wall to see the distance gradually falling into the horizon of the setting sun. The wind blew through the high, low walls of the earth, blowing over the endless plateau, blowing my red, blouse with a pattern of elaborate patterns. At that time, I thought that this is the world, the world’s most beautiful but also so. Until one day, I saw you from the sunset direction backlit. Unlike the brawny, tall-skinned boobs on the plateau, you have a long figure, fair skin, fresh short hair and a sunshine-like smile. At that moment, even the sunset behind you is overshadowed by you. I remember that day you were carrying a big backpack, smiling slightly slightly