流年那一刻,元狩像刚刚脱蛹的小虫,一线流光里,眼前尽是渺茫,亦真亦幻。像天下微贱的众生一样,从作茧、破茧、成蛹,再到今天,恍兮惚兮,竟是隔世的事了。元狩把骨灰埋在杨树下,随后在秋千上坐下来,脚尖下意识地一点,秋千荡起来,在落叶纷飞里悠荡,倏忽来去的飘忽感就像真实与幻觉的重叠交替。秋千吊在两株杨树之间。这杨树,是新婚那时苏白栽的,一棵刻着元狩的名字,一棵刻着苏白的名字,两棵树逸出的枝叶交错着,像是手拉手立在那里,并肩耐岁寒。那是十八年前的事了……光阴过滤了色彩,只剩下黑和白了,黑是倒影,白是流 At the moment of flow, meta-hunting has just pupae of insects, first-class streamer, the eyes are slim, really fantastic. Like the benevolent sentient beings in the world, from making cocoon, breaking cocoon, becoming a pupal, to today, the trance is actually a second world thing. Yuan hunting under the poplar burial ashes, and then sit down on the swing, toes subconsciously, the swing swinging up in the leaves flying in the leisurely, errant sense of just like the overlap between the real and the illusion alternately. Swing hanging between two poplars. This poplar, when the wedding was white planted, a carved Yuan hunting name, a carved name of Su Bai, two trees escape the staggered branches, like standing hand in hand, side by side Endurance cold. That was eighteen years ago ... time filters the color, leaving only black and white, black is reflection, white is flow