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我走在阴影里。我能认出它是一棵树、一个水果摊、一只喇叭、一座民居。我相信剥开它,颜色会像一群温和的怪兽。我碰硬的地方,猜想那是石柱或者铁器,软的也许是哪家小孩咬了一半的米糕,或者一对高耸的乳房。农妇用肩带背着婴儿劳作,汗水湿透了薄布衫。我禁不住在发潮的位置做了个记号,突然觉得波光潋滟。岸边垂钓者竹篓里的鱼渐渐失去水分。炙热,工厂夜以继日地制造灯泡,光与火漫天飞扬。许多车辆在红灯前停下,呼吸粗重或娇细。天气变幻,第一场春雨有如处女的乌发,绫罗绸缎富态万千。一群蝴蝶迷恋花枝,一张纸飞过街角,外表松懈。太阳从床上爬起来。
I am walking in the shadows I can recognize it as a tree, a fruit stand, a horn, a dwelling. I believe it will be peeled off, the color will be like a group of gentle monsters. Wherever I hit it, I suppose it was a pillars or ironworker, a soft rice cake probably half bitten by a child, or a pair of tall breasts. Peasant woman with a shoulder strap carrying baby work, sweat soaked in thin cloth shirt. I could not help making a mark on the location of the tide, and suddenly I felt like a shimmering wave of light. Shore anglers bamboo baskets of fish gradually lose moisture. Hot, factory day and night to create light bulbs, light and fire filled the sky. Many vehicles stopped before the red light, breathing heavy or delicate. The weather changes, the first spring is like a virgin Ufa, Aya silk satiety rich. A group of butterflies obsessed with flowering branches, a sheet of paper flying over the corner, the appearance of relaxation. The sun got up from the bed.