“有太多的表达都是这样,从一个人心里发出,却没有被另一个人接收到。就像那堆没有人领取的明信片,因为没有写清具体的邮箱号被搁置在那里,美好的风景和话语被遗忘。”是再平常不过的一个夏日的午后,学校很安静,黑沉的云酝酿着一场倾盆大雨。我埋头在一堆明信片中,偶尔听见外面疏落的脚步声。整个假期的明信片都堆在邮局的桌子上,一张一张慢慢翻检。纽约的璀璨夜晚,巴黎埃菲尔的身影,威尼斯的叹息桥,风花雪月的大理,浸在暮色里的西安城,它们在我的手中跳跃闪回,直到我看见那一张。 “Too many expressions are like this, issued from one heart, but not received by another person, like the pile of postcards no one received, because there is no clear written mailbox number was shelved there, beautiful The scenery and words are forgotten. ”It is not unusual after a summer afternoon, the school is very quiet, dark clouds brewing a downpour. I am buried in a pile of postcards, and occasionally hear the sound of falling outside. The entire holiday postcards are piled on the post office desk, one by one slowly flip. The glitzy night in New York City, the Eiffel in Paris, the Bridge of Sighs in Venice, the romantic Dali, and the city in the twilight of Xi’an, they jumped back and forth in my hand until I saw that one.