我的鼻子酸酸的,那种潮湿的热热的东西从心里慢慢游走到眼睛里,我忙抬起头看天空。湛蓝的天上稀稀落落地飘浮着一缕缕白云,像是被谁撕碎了的棉絮。正午的阳光正好,透过细细碎碎的云层落在我的眼睛里。我闭上眼睛,那快要流出的泪水终于没有漫出我的眼眶。一我一只手拎着背包,一 My nose sour, hot and humid things from the heart slowly walked into the eyes, I quickly looked up and looked at the sky. Blue sky floating in a sparse stream of clouds, like who was torn cotton. Midday sunshine happens to fall in my eyes through the finely divided clouds. I closed my eyes, and the tears that were about to flow out finally did not flow out of my eyes. A hand carrying a backpack, one