这是一扇窗,两片不够透亮的玻璃,错落着雨的痕迹,中间积下了许多时光的灰尘。窗外是一栋灰色面砖的大楼,楼房的形状勾划出一块不规则的天空,有时灰色,难得湛蓝。窗帘杆上挂着一串风铃,有风且开窗的日子,会发出一些轻灵的声音,充满了某种春日黄昏的情调。这些天窗台上放着一只透明的玻璃杯,有一枝水仙插在里面,绿色的叶子,白瓣黄蕊花,白色的根须,皆是仿佛透明,充盈着吹弹欲破的张力。一扇窗的生活意见,灰色,透明,莫可明状。“我们改变了一种东西。” This is a window, two pieces of glass that are not translucent, with traces of rain and dust that accumulates many times in the middle. Out the window is a gray brick building, the shape of the building outlined an irregular sky, sometimes gray, rare blue. A string of wind chimes hung on the curtain rods, and the windy and fenestrated days would send out some brisk sound, full of some kind of spring evening mood. These skylight stood a transparent glass, a narcissus inserted inside, green leaves, white petals, white roots, are as if transparent, filled with the blowing elastic desire. Opinion of a window of life, gray, transparent, indescribable. “We changed something. ”