应该怎样来形容这样的日子。有的时候还没来得及想。寒风已经开始慢慢褪去坚硬凛冽的茧,外壳遗留在冬天的枝丫上。一双晶莹的翅破蛹而出,柔和的风轻拂过每个人的眉眼。挂在墙上的日历在某个淡蓝色天光微微亮起的清晨,被一只稚嫩柔软或老茧遍生的手轻轻揪住页脚,“嗤啦”撕下一 How should we describe such a day? Sometimes I haven’t had time to think about it. The cold wind has begun to slowly fade away from the hard and tough clams, leaving the outer shell on the winter branches. A pair of crystal wings broke out and the soft wind blew over everyone’s facial features. The calendar on the wall was lightly lit in the morning with a light blue sky. It was covered by a tender, soft or old man’s hands.