1学校门口种有一排笔直的法国梧桐,黝黑弯曲的树枝在玻璃上印下错综的印痕,下课的时候有同学把窗户打开,鸽子的飞羽顺着气流落进教室,不偏不倚,正好落到积了一层灰的桌子上。我匆匆低下头,看着卷面上的题,我终究是在逃避些什么,就像在逃避杨浩当初扭过头来投向我的目光。闭上眼睛时,像一个黑洞印在心口。那张桌子里塞满了模拟考试的试卷,一张一张在黑暗的角落里注视着我,我停下笔,试 1 school front planted with a row of straight Platanus, dark curved branches printed intricate prints on the glass, get out of class time students have the windows open, pigeon feathers down the air into the classroom, impartial, just falling To the plot of ash on the table. I hurriedly bowed his head and looked at the question on the surface of the curly scroll, what am I after all trying to evade, just like trying to evade Yang Hao and turning my head toward my gaze? Close your eyes, like a black hole in my heart. The table was filled with papers of mock examinations, one by one in the dark corner watching me, I stopped pen, try