无事可做,我望着手指出神,遐想万千,看似人生。小拇指,那么纤细,那么脆弱,仿佛偶尔从地里新拱出来的一支嫩芽,无忧无虑的指尖任性地撅着,无所事事地跟在家人的后边捉迷藏,混沌初开,哪晓人世间的甘苦与辛酸。他,正如我的童年。无名指,皮肤白嫩,体态秀丽,稚气未脱,乍识人生,稍含 Nothing to do, I look at the fingers of God, reverie, seemingly life. Little finger, so slim, so fragile, as if occasionally a new arch from the ground out of a bud, carefree fingertips shuffle, nothing to hide behind the family hide and seek chaos, The world’s bitterness and bitterness. He, just like my childhood. Ring finger, skin white and tender, beautiful, not childlike, first knowledge of life, slightly contained