——蝉鸣拉长的记忆里,我在冗长黑暗的甬道里踽踽前行。晚自习下课,拖着疲惫的身躯上了公交车,急速掠过的路灯将身后的世界点染成女子唇间沾有血色的脂粉缭绕,在深夜的炫目中徐徐绽放朱唇皓齿的粲然。车在驶过两个路口后转弯停下,我收起书包里嗡嗡作响的随身听,下车,抬头——上一次来这里已是几年以前,玻璃落了细细的灰尘,橱窗里不再有他们的CD,店里不再有你微仰着头塞着耳机听歌的侧脸,而我靠着摆满唱片的架子望着你优雅的身影 - Cicadas stretched memories, I walk in the long dark corridor. Evening class after class, dragged his tired body on the bus, passing lights quickly passing the world behind the point dyed woman lips covered with bloody lipid-filled, in the middle of the night the dazzling bloom of white lips teeth slowly. The car stopped after turning two junctions and turned to stop. I put away the walkman in the bag, got off and looked up - it was a few years ago that the glass had fallen into the dust and the window There is no longer their CD, the store no longer have you slightly head-stuffed headphones listening to the song’s face, and I rely on the rack full of records looking at your elegant figure