推开窗,是一片水。绿油油的,深不见底,有一跃而下的冲动。有人敲门。他转身去开门,问谁呀。不会是她。她大概还在路上。门开了,是那个小女孩,说他身份证忘拿了。并说,有什么需要,随时叫她。女孩年龄不大,活灵活现,一扭身,下楼去了。木质楼梯被踩得咚咚乱响。他把门关上,继续凭窗而立。水气氤氲,让人想入非非。三年了,每年这时候他都在这里等她。她也总能如约而至。拍一下门,整个身子就靠在门上了,靠在他身上似的,他在房间里警惕起来,想她的样子。歪着个脑袋,小手指挠那只木门。一下紧跟着一下,像只小猫咪。他开门。咧着嘴傻笑。她会扑上来,不说话。门关上,就开始 Open the window, is a piece of water. Green, deep bottom, there are impulsive leaps and bounds. Someone knocked on the door. He turned to open the door and asked who it is. It will not be her. She is still on the road. The door opened, is that little girl, said he forgot to take an ID card. And said that there is no need to call her at any time. The girl is not young, vivid, a twist, went downstairs. Wooden stairs were pounded on the pound. He closed the door and continued to stand by the window. Moisture, people immersed. For three years, he is here waiting for her at this time of year. She can always come as promised. Tap the door, the whole body leaning on the door, leaning on him, he was wary in the room, like her. Crooked a head, little finger scratch the wooden door. Take a moment, like a kitten. He opened the door. Grinning She will throw up, do not speak. The door closed, it began