一幼时,透过窗户看到不远处烈日暴晒下的石墩发出刺眼的白色光芒,灼热的白会让我心生恐慌,路过石头时,用手轻轻触摸,一股滚烫感迅速传递到指间。夜幕降临时,晚风吹拂,树影婆娑,午后滚烫坚硬的石头此刻在柔和光线的笼罩下,却显得湿润柔软,仿佛刚刚从时光的河流里打捞上来。我走上去,坐在石头上,午后的那股灼热慢慢沉下去,夜晚的凉意却慢慢浮上来。夜幕笼罩之下,眼底的事物都带着清凉温暖的气息,空荡荡的屠宰 A young age, not far from the window to see the stone pier under the sun in the glare of white light, burning white will make me heart panic, passing the stone, gently touch the hands of a hot quickly passed to Between fingers. As night falls, the evening breeze blows and the trees shamble. In the afternoon, hot and hard stones are covered in soft light at this moment, but they appear moist and soft as if they had just been salvaged from the river of time. I walked up and sat on the stone, the afternoon burning sank slowly, the coolness of the night slowly floating up. Under the shadow of the night, the eyes of things with a cool and warm atmosphere, empty slaughter