我不喜欢无边无际地闲扯,也不喜欢抱着书在角落里故作高深,却常常独享静默。走廊里的栅栏被漆得雪白,一个人静静地依在栅栏上,面对着那棵高高的银杏,风轻轻地掠过,吹起我的短袖衬衫。我觉得微笑着眯起双眼,如神游般在思绪的长河里飘荡。那风我的身体,似乎使我变得透明起来,阳光 I don’t like to play endlessly. I don’t like to hold a book in the corner to pretend to be profound, but often enjoy silence. The fence in the hallway was painted white, and a man quietly rested on the fence, facing the tall ginkgo, and the wind passed gently, blowing my short-sleeved shirt. I feel like smiling and narrowing my eyes and drifting in the long river of thoughts. That wind my body seems to make me transparent, sunshine