隔着很长的一段时间,我没有回到红色的房子里去。一个人慵懒的慢慢走着,路人迎面走来而后擦身而过。我是喜欢散步的。让日光从肩头慢慢流失,青春的淤青带来的缄默也有安放的理由。世界似乎刚醒来,那头的梧桐树装饰着人生中的落寞与平凡。我走到破旧的红房子前,生锈的铁窗里有一层厚厚的尘土,浓绿的爬山虎爬满窗棂,我走近让脊背靠在阴凉的砖墙上,红房里的灰尘扑面而来,把我呛得难受极了,它们在旁边不动声色地注视着我,泄露所有软弱。我把红房里这些年海海寄给我的CD放进破旧的CD机里,把声音调大闭上眼睛。这是只有三首歌的CD,是当年我们三个最珍贵的东西。《Flower Dance》《第105天》《The Truth That You Leave》。这些温暖清澈的声音就像年纪轻轻的我们,走过 After a long period of time, I did not go back to the red house. A person walking slowly walked lazy, passers-by came across and pass. I like to walk. Let the sun slowly drain from the shoulders, the bruises of youth also bring the reason for the silence. The world seems to have just woke up, the other side of the Indus tree decorated with lonely and ordinary life. Before I came to the old red house, there was a thick layer of dust in the rusty iron window. The thick green ivy covered the window and I approached to let the spine lean against the cool brick wall. The dust in the red room was blowing , Choke me extremely uncomfortable, they are quietly watching me next to reveal all weakness. I put the Red Room in the sea these years, I sent the CD into the shabby CD player, turn the sound closer to close your eyes. This is a CD with only three songs, the three of our three most precious things of the year. “Flower Dance” “Day 105” “The Truth That You Leave”. These warm, clear sounds are like us, passing by