我对西递的念想,全部缘于你,我的白衬衣男孩。那一年,杏花微雨,你穿过大片的香樟树,衣襟带花地坐在了我的身边。你的右脸颊有个小小的酒窝,眼睛里像跑进了细细碎碎的阳光,身旁的画板涂抹了大片的油彩,正如那年我们五颜六色的青春。可那时的我却是短发,脸上有小雀斑,还不爱与人讲话。若不是那罐白色颜料,你伸手来借又笑着来还,兴许我们会是永久的陌生人。但有时命运偏偏就是那么奇妙,一来二去便能让两个人 My thoughts on Xidi, all due to you, my white shirt boy. That year, apricot flower light rain, you through a large camphor tree, dress with flowers sitting on my side. Your right cheek has a small dimple, eyes running into the finely divided sunshine, beside the drawing board smear a large piece of paint, just as our colorful youth that year. But then I was short hair, face freckles, do not love to speak with people. If it is not white pot of paint, you reach for it by borrowing and laughing, perhaps we will be permanent strangers. But sometimes fate is so fantastic, one to two will be able to make two people