这些天莫名地喜欢感受自己的脉搏。左手食指和中指并拢,轻轻搭在右手手腕处,静静感受着生命的讯息:一下,两下,三下。窗外的椿树长出绿芽,麻雀的呼喊透过窗户传到房间来,窗台上原本陕死掉的吊兰突然冒出花蕊。它们都活着,活着真好。夏天的傍晚十分安逸。天黑得晚,七点半时我坐在窗前看夕阳。眼前的夕阳没有文字中那样的凄美。没有火一样红的火烧云,也感受不到与星星交替那刹那的动人心魄。我只看见太阳在楼房的顶层流连不愿离开。 These days inexplicably like to feel their pulse. Left index finger and middle finger together, gently ride on the right wrist, quietly feel the message of life: look, twice, three times. Out of the window of the Chun tree grow green shoots, shouts of sparrows came through the window to the room, on the windowsill had killed the spider plant suddenly Suddenly stamens. They are alive, so nice to live. Summer evening is very comfortable. Late in darkness, sitting at the window at half past seven watching the sunset. There is no writing in the sunset as poignant. No fire as red fire cloud, also can not feel the moment of alternating with the stars touching. I only see the sun clinging to the top of the building and do not want to leave.