鸽子越过我的窗台,没有任何痕迹。傍晚,端一杯花茶,看着对面橘黄台灯,影影绰绰地映入眼帘里。在氤氲的气息冒上来时猜测,每个渐渐沉睡的室友是否如我,有深深浅浅的心事。鸽子竟然 The pigeon crossed my window sill without any traces. In the evening, I had a cup of tea and looked at the orange table lamp across the street. When the ambiguous breath came up, it was guessed whether each roommate who was gradually sleeping was like me. She had deep and shallow minds. The pigeon actually turned up