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Part1初识W的那天,我把她写进笔记本里,附注:三百零七。那时早已过了上学时间,紧邻公园的人行道上,只有我低着头,认真和手上的水煮蛋,进行分不清到底是剥壳还是剥蛋白的奋战。发丝被汗水网罗,几缕亲密地服贴在颈肩争宠讨着存在感。我烦躁地一把抓起,头顶上的树叶突然“哗啦哗啦”大把散落,像是有阵巨风听到我的愿望。我猛然抬头,恰好对上了逃脱绿叶束缚的阳光,散落的叶和隐身其中的少女,反射着夏日狂热的光。
On the day Part1 first met W, I wrote her in a notebook, note: 307. At that time, I had already passed school time, and was close to the park's sidewalk. Only I, with my head down, earnest, hard-boiled eggs in hand, could not tell whether it was a case of peeling or pealing. Hair is covered with sweat, a few strands of clothing intimate contact with the neck and neck to discuss the existence of a sense of existence. I am irritably grabbed the head of the leaves suddenly “crashing ” a lot of scattered, like a giant wind to hear my wish. I suddenly looked up, just on the escape of the leaves bound sunlight, scattered leaves and stealth among the girls, reflecting the summer heat of light.