我把这只猫叫做呼吸。这艘船上的人都没有名字。包括那个十八岁女孩,她的两只眼睛就像是窗纸被人用手指戳穿的洞,是黑暗与光明之间的游离。笑的时候,一口牙齿都露出来,眼睛里燃烧着一堆浓烈的火焰;不笑的时候,眼睛向下看,仿佛是枯萎的、就要凋谢的花。她将头发扎成两根麻花辫,露出高高的额头,在灯光下亮闪闪的。她太瘦了,比绵绵细雨还要瘦。她穿的衣服,多是用父母穿过衣服的布改的。那些成 I call this cat breathing. Nobody on this boat has a name Including the 18-year-old girl, her two eyes are like a hole in the window paper being punctuated by a finger. It is a gap between darkness and light. When I was laughing, a tooth was exposed, and there was a burning flame in my eyes. When I did not laugh, my eyes looked down, as if it were wilting, and the withering flowers were withering. Her hair tied into two braids, exposing the tall forehead, shining in the lights. She is too thin and thinner than the rain. She wore clothes, mostly with their parents through the clothes cloth changed. Those into