绿色的叹息路过那个绿色的邮筒,已是深秋了。好似披着绿色针织披肩的老妇人,邮筒黯淡的目光中浸透了时光匆匆,低着头追忆往昔。绿漆掉了几小块,铁锈暴露在空气之中,“开筒时间”和“闭筒时间”字样的黄色油漆却偏执地想要挽留什么。同学说,这个邮筒用不了。声音那样漫不经心地在耳畔蹭过,却仍清晰地传入耳朵。我不语,只是将目光覆盖在邮筒绿色的身体上。不知她已经有多久没有感受到这样的注视了。我想 Green sighs passing the green postbox, it is late autumn. Like an old woman in a green knit shawl, the dull eyes of the marshals saturate the time hurriedly, head down to recollect the past. Green paint dropped a few small pieces of rust exposed to the air, “open time ” and “closed time ” the yellow paint but paranoidly want to retain what. Students say that this postbox can not be used. The voice carelessly rubbed against the ear, but still clearly into the ear. I do not speak, just look to cover the postbox green body. I do not know how long she has not felt such a gaze. I think