再见她的时候,是在一个完全陌生的文学聚会中。她的满眼热烈和怒放,让我蓦然回到了两年前的一次邂逅……我是第一个进那趟电梯的,打着呵欠看电梯门关了又开。她来了,冲我粲然一笑。一拐一瘸地进来了。我仿佛被灼了一下,因为我确定自己一直把冰冷挂在脸上。这么亲切的眼波怎么会来自一个陌路人?而记忆里又确实不曾有过这样一位特殊的朋友:只有我肩膀高的个头,拐杖撑起一双畸形 When I saw her, I was in a completely strange literary gathering. Her eyes full of warmth and in full bloom, let me suddenly returned to an encounter two years ago ... ... I was the first into the elevator, yawning to see the elevator door closed and opened. She came and smiled at me. Come in and out. I seem to be burning a bit because I’m sure I’ve been hanging ice on my face. Such a cordial eye come from a stranger how? And remember there is really never had such a special friend: only my tall shoulders, crutches hold up a pair of deformities