1这几天里我偶然发现了哈伦的一个小秘密。哈伦是从去年年初开始插入我们班的,跟着我们镇子里一帮同龄孩子开始上课。还记得他初入学那天站在讲台上憨笑着挠头的样子,午后的日光穿过他细碎的棕色发丝映在他的脸颊上,留下光点斑斑。我总觉得哈伦的肤色有一种近乎印刷纸一般病态的白,仿佛透过那层薄薄的肌肤就能一眼望 A few days I saw a little secret of Harlan. Harun was inserted into our class since early last year, and started teaching with a group of same-age children in our town. He still remembers the silly head scratching his head on the podium on his first day of school, and the afternoon sun shone through his fine brown hair on his cheek, leaving a spot of speckles. I always feel that Harlan’s color is almost a plain white printed paper, as if through that thin layer of skin can be a glance