伸出手,枯燥的手指触摸到那张合影上。那是刚结婚时的合影,也是唯一的一张合影。结婚五年了,这张合影被压在玻璃相框下,玻璃上已经被灰尘铺满了,细细碎碎的。手指滑过去的地方,灰尘淡出,滑出一道道长线。越滑越清晰,他在憨憨地笑着,眼睛弯弯的,手里握着的是她的手;她调皮地趴 Reach out, boring fingers touch that photo. It was just a wedding photo, is the only one photo. Married for five years, this photo was pressed under the glass photo frame, the glass has been covered with dust, finely chopped. When your fingers slid past, the dust faded out and slipped out of a long road. The more slippery the more clear, he was laughing foolishly, eyes bent, the hand holding her hand; she hysterically lying