我斜倚窗棂,若有所思地望着窗外。月色荡着银色的涟漪,一波一波,朝我波澜起伏的内心涌来,积蓄着一种纯澈庄严的情感。许多美丽的细节,纷至沓来,以定格或是跳跃的方式,萦回于记忆之中,在我眼前重叠。儿时,由于医生接生不当,以致我左臂臂丛神经麻痹,左手手腕再也无力抬起。我曾一度憎恨索然无味的生活,甚至常常梦见天堂的世界。本是无 I lean against the window and look out the window thoughtfully. Moonlight colored silver ripples, wave after wave of ups and downs of my heart, accumulating a pure Che solemn feelings. Many beautiful details, after another, settled in or jumped, linger in memory, overlapping in front of me. Childhood, due to improper delivery of the doctor, so I left arm brachial plexus, the left hand wrist no longer lift. I used to hate the life of unscrupulous people, and often even dreamed of the world of heaven. This is nothing