时间留下的是记忆,攀援上墙的青苔里全是河流的影子。——题记忘川他还记得13岁时转校过来的那个女孩。白衬衫,蓝裙子,没有穿鞋,小腿上全是泥巴。在讲台上孤立无援地站着,像一幅原始部族里绢丝缠绕的壁画。她在黑板上艰难、认真地写下自己的名字:许长安。然后擦黑板,却怎么也擦不掉字的痕迹。女孩不爱干净,头发不知道几天才洗一 Time left is a memory, climb the walls of the moss in the shadow of the river. - Inscription forgotten he still remembered when the 13-year-old girl turned over to school. White shirt, blue skirt, no shoes, full leg on the mud. Stand alone in the podium, like a primitive tribal silk wrapped in silk murals. She wrote her name hard on the blackboard: Xu Chang’an. Then wipe the blackboard, but how can not wipe the word traces. Girls do not love clean, hair do not know a few days to wash one