窗外,是一个春雨过后的下午,天色有些昏暗。也许是因为所在楼层很高玻璃又很厚的缘故,感觉整座城市此时都是那么安静。母亲小病初愈,正躺在床上休息。我点着台灯,一遍遍修改即将要交付的稿子。而那些出现在脑子里的词语和句子的背景画面,总是我跑过的那些开遍野花的小路和白雪皑皑的山岭。 Outside the window, is a afternoon after the spring rain, some dark sky. Perhaps because of the high glass floor and the reason it is thick, the whole city feels so quiet at this time. Mother recover from ailment, lying in bed and rest. I lit the lamp, over and over again to amend the manuscript to be delivered. And the background images of those words and sentences that appear in my head are always the paths and the snow-capped mountains that I run through.