拥在晚自修结束的人潮里,被推搡着往前走。初春的寒意像个顽劣的孩童般发起偷袭,夹带微凉的风从颈间灌入。我把脖子埋进衣领里,低下头匆匆而行。忽然,涌动的人潮停滞下来,仿佛是波涛汹涌的大海刹那间温驯成夕阳下的一片宁静。人群里,清晰可闻几声屏息后的由衷赞美——“哇,好美!”我停下自己匆忙的脚步,疑惑地仰起头。与月相会,惊鸿一瞥,刹那,时光静止。 Owned by the end of the evening self-study crowd, pushed forward with shirk. Early spring chill like a naughty child-like attack, entrainment cool wind poured from the neck. I buried my neck in my collar and hurriedly lowered my head. Suddenly, the surging crowd stagnated, as if the tumultuous sea at an instant into a quiet sunset. Crowd, clearly heard a few words after the breath of sincere praise - “Wow, so beautiful!” I stopped my hurry, looked up in doubt. Meeting with the moon, glimpse of a glimpse, moment, time still.