1冬天冰凉的空气碰到了对面楼房上许多块温暖的窗玻璃,于是液化成薄薄一片雾样的水。闪着寒光的月亮恰到好处地出现在远处两幢建筑物之间,装了一个弯钩样的笑容。弱不禁风的铅笔被我轻轻地握在手中。几丝干涩的风从没有关严的窗子挤进来,一页一页掀着写字台上已经撕得残缺不全的练习本。在柔软的漆黑里,我伸手去扭浸在外面光亮中的小台灯的白色开关。 1 In the winter, the cold air touched a lot of warm window glass on the opposite building, and then it liquefied into a thin layer of misty water. The flashing moon appeared just right between the two buildings in the distance, with a hook-like smile. The weak pencil was gently held in my hand. A few dry and dry winds rushed in from the blinded window. They flipped page by page and exhausted the incomplete exercise book on the desk. In the soft darkness, I reached for the white switch of the small table lamp that was immersed in the light outside.