她在信里说,这段时间总是梦到那个白衣胜雪的少年。十四五岁的样子,清晰如镂。他是她的同学,每天黄昏,他在操场上打球,她倚在六楼的窗户边上,离得那么远也一眼认得出他的白衬衫。可是她不记得他们交谈过。只有一次,暑假开学报到,教导处满是学生。她挤不到桌前,就默默站在人群最后。左侧有人轻轻从她手里抽出了报名表,帮她递了 In her letter, she said that during this time she always dreamed of the teenager who wins the snow. Fourteen-year-old appearance, clearly as Lou. He is her classmate. Every evening, he plays on the playground. She leans on the window on the sixth floor, recognizing his white shirt as far as he can. But she did not remember they had talked. Only once, the summer school to report, teaching office is full of students. When she could not reach the table, she stood silently at the end of the crowd. Someone gently left from her left out the registration form, to help her handed