(一)他阴霾的天气总会诱发我的伤痛,伤寒的初春,一切都在潜滋暗长,似乎也包括我的伤口,今天的雨是为冲洗我的伤口而落,而我却疼得要掉泪。我的雨伞是紫色的,在我的头顶成为一片迷离的紫色梦境,我闭上眼睛就可以在其中畅快地飞翔,虽然我只是单翼的天使或者魔鬼,从图书馆到教室的路上,雨已经小了,我索性收了雨伞,心情还是在寒冬的尾巴上,淋淋雨也许有好处。如果下面发毛的事是一场际遇,那么我收好伞便是一种枉然,因为我的视线里出现一个撑着橘色伞的女生,似乎在等待什么,明亮的眼神,春天的气息。她不美丽,可是她身上散发出的宁谧的芬芳足以让周遭的一切窒息。她就那样立着,没有微笑,没有动作,像时 (a) The weather in his haze always induces my wounds. In the early spring of typhoid fever, everything is hidden in the darkness. It seems to include my wounds. Today’s rain falls to flush my wounds, but I hurt Have to tear up. My umbrella is purple and it becomes a blurred purple dream on top of my head. I can fly in it with my eyes closed. Although I am just a mono-winged angel or devil, the rain has been on the way from the library to the classroom. When I was young, I simply collected the umbrella and I was still on the tail of the winter. It might be good to have showers. If the following hairy thing is a fortune, then I am getting a good umbrella is a sense of loss, because my eyes appear in a girl holding an orange umbrella, what seems to be waiting for, bright eyes, the breath of spring. She is not beautiful, but the tranquil fragrance she radiates is enough to suffocate everything around her. She was standing like that, no smile, no movement, like time