当某天雨点轻敲你窗当风声吹乱你构想可否抽空想这张旧模样雨水漫长得如同梦境。我躺在床上,看见她以一种透明的姿态把傍晚的夜色濯洗得幽蓝清透。安静之中,恍惚觉得那夜色流入了血管。它的流动轻而缓慢。我喜欢把自己想象成一株生长在雨季的植物,在雨水的凉意中缓慢地抽出枝条,长出叶片。然后我会开出花,洁白清冽的花朵。有时会猜测那是怎样的一种花朵,应该有婉转重叠的花瓣,不能自知的凛冽芳香。似乎记忆中哪一种都不尽如心意。我也从来没有梦见过一直期待的答案,每一次的醒来怅然如有所失,可又觉并无不合理。长时间的昏睡会使人丧失时间观念。我只有从偶然拉开了窗帘后倾泻下来的天色中,判断是傍晚或者夜晚。夜之光线迷离,眼中 When a raindrop knocks on your window when the wind blew over your imagination Can you think about this old look like a long rain like a dream. I lay in bed, saw her in a transparent gesture to wash the evening night 濯 幽 faint clear. Quiet, trance that night into the blood vessels. Its flow is light and slow. I like to think of myself as a plant growing in the rainy season, slowly drawing branches and growing leaves in the coolness of the rain. Then I will open flowers, pure white flowers. Sometimes guess what kind of flowers, there should be mildly overlapping petals, can not know the biting aromatic. It seems that what kind of memory are not as good as heart. I have never dreamed of always looking forward to the answer, every time I woke up and feel lost, I can feel that there is no unreasonable. Lost for a long time people will lose the concept of time. I am only from the accidental curtain opened after pouring into the sky, the judge is evening or night. Night blurred light, eyes