利箭离弦,直端端飞进虚空里,带起一小股流风,破竹之势难挡。我从梦中挣脱,将醒未醒的迷茫。多次在梦里遇见一支箭。借着将要消逝的微弱的清明,我呆望着蚊帐边缘,看上面做工粗糙的镂花随视线的聚焦变得清晰。女孩们浅淡均匀的呼吸声轻柔地填满了整个寝室,枕边石英表滴滴答答走得轻巧。我费力转过头去望,时针指向四点半。 Lee arrow from the string, straight end fly into the void, with a small stream of wind, broken bamboo trend unstoppable. I break free from a dream, will not wake up confused. Many times in the dream met an arrow. By the faint Ching Ming that will pass away, I stared at the edge of the mosquito nets and saw the rough engraving of the workmanship as the focus of the sight became clearer. The girls faintly uniform breathing softly filled the entire bedroom, pillow quartz watch ticking go light. I strenuously turned my head and looked at half past four.