雨正在下,卷起的是萧瑟。路过淮海路的书店,橱窗擦得透明,如生命的起始般。一窗之隔内摆着心理励志类书籍,以及,鼻头冻得发红的自己。平面镜成正立等大虚像,脑子里跳出这么一句话,于是,随着那句话的第九个字,回到一块棉絮里,柔软的,不愿走出的棉絮。光一下子涌入,是英语老师抱着书走进教室的一刻,勉勉强强坐直了。刚上完了体育课,教室里充斥着咸带鱼般湿嗒嗒头发的味道,以及汗水蒸发入空气的潮湿感,是慵懒的气息。突然她带来的一个词炸开了这份安逸。 Rain is under, curled up is bleak. Huaihai Road, passing by the bookstore, window polished, as the beginning of life like. Within a window of psychology inspirational books, as well as the nose frozen red themselves. Flat mirror into a large virtual image, his mind jumped out such a sentence, so, as the ninth word of that sentence, back to a piece of cotton, soft, unwilling to get out of the cotton. Light suddenly influx, is the English teacher holding the book into the classroom for a moment, barely sit upright. Just finished the physical education class, the classroom is full of salty fish-damp-headed hair smell, and sweat evaporated into the air damp sense, is lazy breath. Suddenly she brought a word exploded the comfort.