月光是有香味和温度的。站在窗前的时候,心里没有任何有关美感的思考。相反,倒觉得这不应该仅仅是一个被人遗忘的陈旧走廊。而在不同的时间和空间里,有多少故事在发生。一对情侣的初识,男孩的肥大T恤.还有手指尖涩涩的香烟味道;女孩若即若离的目光,还有与手指纠结在一起的长发。每次下班路过单位旁一所学校都会不自觉地怀念起来,隔着铁门望去仅仅有几个零散的身影,旷然的空间让撒过去的眼光显得肿胀。 Moonlight is scent and temperature. Standing in front of the window, there is no thinking about beauty. On the contrary, it seems that this should not be merely an obsolete corridor that has been forgotten. And in different time and space, how many stories are happening. A couple’s first impression, the boy’s hypertrophy T-shirt, and the smell of cigarettes with fingertips; the girl’s divorced gaze and long hair tangled with her fingers. Every time a school passes by the office, it will be remembered by a school unconsciously. Looking across the iron gate, there are only a few scattered figures. The vacant space makes the sight of the past seem swollen.