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[1]我办转学手续那天,在学生处第一次见到苏解语。那天早上她出了个小车祸,胳膊上被摩托车蹭去一大块皮。被迫客串校医的女老师手忙脚乱地翻找药品,而她就坐在那里,轻掩着臂上伤口,垂着眼睛安安静静。那时的我并不知道,这个女孩将是我未来两年的同班同学。只是看着她的时候,突然奇怪:这个女孩的表情,就好像受伤的根本不是自己。这个染着惨烈颜色的初遇使人印象深刻,有段时间我一看见坐走道对面的她,就会想起染成鲜红的餐巾纸。甚至,花了很长时间才适应苏解语这个名字,成功把过分
[1] The day I did transfer formalities, students first met the Soviet Union language. She had a car accident that morning, and her arm was rubbed by a motorcycle for a large piece of skin. The female teacher who was forced to visit the school physician rushed to find medicine, and she sat there, covering her arm wounds, hanging her eyes peacefully. I did not know at that time, this girl will be my classmate in the next two years. Just looking at her, suddenly strange: the girl’s face, as if the injury is not their own. The first encounter with tragic colors was impressive, and for some time I saw her sitting across the walkway reminiscent of a bright red napkin. Even it took a long time to adapt to the name of the Sufi language and succeeded in overcoming it