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一张白纸。一桌阳光。喜欢这样的午后,闲闲地坐着,摆弄手指。阳光一束束照进屋子,阴暗了一冬天的角落,也闪烁出星星点点的明媚。纸在手上一次次对折,折痕极寻常,却是纸面一次次偶遇的轴。忽然想起上个周六,路上人出奇地少,我走在树荫里,一抬头遇上了一束目光——一个骑着单车穿白色衬衫的男孩,只一瞥,匆匆掠过。那时只觉得再平常不过,而此时细想,在岁月的长河中,仅一秒目光的偶遇,该是多么美妙的奇迹啊!
A piece of white paper. A table of sunshine. Like this afternoon, sitting idle, playing fingers. A bundle of sunshine shone into the house, a dark corner of the winter, but also flashing a little bright stars. Papers fold over and over again in the hands of paper, creases extremely unusual, but it is the paper again and again encountered by the axis. Suddenly I remembered last Saturday, surprisingly few people on the road, I walk in the shade, looked up met a bunch of eyes - a boy in a white shirt riding a bicycle, just a glimpse of, passing over. At that time, I only thought it was more commonplace. However, at this time, I thought carefully, in the long river of years, only a second eye-catching encounter, what a wonderful miracle ah!