他是我生命中遇见的第一个星孩。我只记得,同他告别时,他在我额头轻轻吻了一下,有一点冰凉的吻,就像露珠滴下来的感觉。这就要走了吗,忧伤在我心里,如同早晨湖面上氤氲着的一片薄雾,使心绪陷入不分明的潮湿里。“还会再回来吗?”我问。他摇了摇头说:“大概不会了。”他这样说着,不再看我,有雾升起的眼神看向更远的地方。于是,在片刻的沉默中,我不由更加伤心起来,同时,哥哥的话也响在耳边:“别叫他跑掉啊,他跑的时候,只需对他的影子喊‘喂,你的脚印 He is the first star boy I met in my life. I just remember, when he said goodbye, he kissed it gently on my forehead, a little cold kiss, like the feeling of dew dripping down. This is going to go, sad in my heart, like a mist in the morning lake, the mood caught in the indistinct wet. ”Will you come back? “ I asked. He shook his head and said: ”Probably not.“ He said this, no longer looking at me, his eyes rising above the fog. So, in a moment of silence, I could not help even more sad, at the same time, my brother’s words are also ringing in my ears: ”Do not call him run away, when he ran, just shout his shadow ’Hey, your footprint