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跛脚女孩拄着拐杖推开男孩的病房门。男孩正躺在床上看窗外。男孩把眼睛从窗外斑驳的流光上移回。男孩问,你找谁?找谁?没有,就找你吧。女孩朝男孩一笑,这使得男孩迷惘的神情深处掠过一片温暖。女孩站着,额头上有几粒细汗。她刚走过的那条暗长的胡同此时一个人也没有,不平衡的两脚交错在空荡荡的胡同里敲着一轻一重的节奏。
The lame girl pushed the boy’s ward door with crutches. Boy is lying in bed looking out the window. The boy moved her eyes back from the mottled streamer of the window. The boy asked, who are you looking for and whom to find? The girl smiled at the boy, which made the depths of the lost boy swept the warmth. The girl stood with a few fine sweat on her forehead. The shadowy alley that she had just walked by did not have one at this time. Unbalanced feet were staggered in the empty alley and struck a light and heavy rhythm.