早晨上班的时候,在那个固定的路口,差不多都会遇见她。她有着一对澄碧而又似乎总是蓄着淡淡忧伤的水眸,是心有灵犀吧,不管路口的行人多么多,它都能和我的眼睛准确地碰撞到一起。 我喜欢看她的眼睛,喜欢它里面透着的那股淡淡的哀愁。在相触的瞬间,我觉得它们像雾一样消退了,代之的是一抹火星般闪现的光亮,迅疾而又真实。 When I went to work in the morning, I met her almost at that fixed intersection. She had a pair of water puppets who seemed to always have a touch of sadness and clear eyes, and she was consonant. No matter how many pedestrians were at the junction, it collided with my eyes exactly. I like to see her eyes, like the hint of sadness it reveals. In the moment of contact, I think they faded like a fog, replaced by a gleaming flash of sparks, swift and real.