谨以此文献给那个叫天空的少年。(一)天空里的云朵泛着藏青色,夹杂着流岚黯淡的如水黄昏,印入我的瞳孔里。晚风拂弱柳,天向晚。抵达乌镇的时候,银白色的时针指着“6”。我站在那时光淌过的素白清石板上,大脑一片空白。地上传来温度,像是心跳过的律动。天空中的残云一片一片覆盖掉我目光的犀利,我摊开手,那些安 Would like to give this article to the boy called the sky. (A) clouds in the sky glow in navy, mixed with the flow of Lan dull water, dusk, into my pupil. Breeze breeze willow, day to night. Arrived in Wuzhen, silver-white hour hand pointing to “6 ”. I stood on the plain white stone that time was flowing, and the brain was empty. The temperature on the ground, like a heartbeat rhythm. The residual clouds in the sky covered my eyes sharply, and I spread out my hand, those safe