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他觉得地铁被春光铺绿了,这种绿,掺杂着绿的忧郁和孤单,充满着一种小心翼翼。它不是属于罗曼谷的,它属于影子,属于青春。初次见面惊蛰那天下了整整几个小时的雨,接近傍晚时天晴了,晚来的阳光,让世界有一种过于隆重的干净。方青坡结束一天的工作,把椅子滑到窗边,靠着椅背望向窗外。世界干净,内心安宁,他的思绪渐渐地又嵌进了那一份素平清凉。整整十年了吧。方青坡一直记得,那年秋天,他背着行李去艺院报到,遇到罗曼谷的情形。
He thought the subway was paved green by the spring, and this kind of green, mixed with green melancholy and loneliness, was full of a kind of care. It does not belong to the Roman Valley, it belongs to the shadow, belongs to youth. First met Jingzhe that day a full few hours of rain, approaching sunny evening, the late sunshine, so that the world has a too grand clean. Fang Qingpo end of the day’s work, slide the chair to the window, leaning against the back of the chair looking out the window. The world is clean, peace of mind, and his thoughts are gradually embedded in that plain and cool. A full decade now. Fang Qingpo always remember that autumn, he was carrying luggage to report to the Academy, encountered the situation in Bangkok.