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第一节小刀回家在熙熙攘攘的闹市感知到他,感知一个目光的注视。茫然四顾,无数面庞慌乱地忽闪、错置,没有什么。这些脸不过是水流激起的小浪花,而水奔涌前去。它们甚至只是些微的波光,融入2005年4月某一日下午的天色。可能有一两个曼妙的身姿,使我目光稍稍伫留,但我仅仅在瞬间,记取了她们回头时绽显的丑陋的脸。继续前行,我听见他。小兽的声音孤弱、低微,像发自地下。在卖犬老妪的纸盒里探头向上望着,他第一次看到我的脸。这是他惊人的记忆
Section knife home in the bustling downtown perceived him, a gaze of a gaze. Blankly looked around, numerous face panic flashes, misplaced, nothing. These faces are nothing more than a small splash of water, and the water rushes forward. They are even mere waves of light that merge into the afternoon of one of the April 2005 days. There may be a graceful posture or two, so that my eyes stay a little, but I only moment, remember when they look back ugly face. Keep going, I heard him. Small beast’s voice is weak, low, like from the ground. Looking up at the dog in the old carton, he saw my face for the first time. This is his amazing memory