失手，瓷瓶就成了自由落体，砸在坚硬的花岗岩地上，碎了。今天心情不错，我蹲了下来，审视着锋利的瓷片，不紧不慢一片片地叠了起来，不知怎的，竟叠出了层层往事。初中那一年，是的，就是那一年。只记得那个冬天特别冷，特别长。不知是因为寒风还是因为弱阳，这个陌生而熟悉 Missed, the porcelain bottle became free-falling, smashing on a hard granite ground. Today I was in a good mood. I squatted down and looked at the sharp tiles. They piled up in an unhurried manner. Somehow, they had stacked up layers of the past. In junior high school that year, yes, that is the year. Just remember that the winter was particularly cold and long. I do not know because of the cold or because of weak sun, this strange and familiar