(一)和煦的阳光透过玻璃照射进来,在墙上留下了斑驳的树影,丫杈交错有序,依稀带着一番回忆的味道。冬天的阳光是温暖的,我固执地认为。慵散地支起身,拿出一包咖啡,撕开,粉末状的物质使人为之一震,我不由地想起了她,奶茶,心不在焉地泡好咖啡,没由来地脑里一片空白。成长,惟一带给我们的,便是回忆的权力。 (a) The bright sunlight shines through the glass and leaves a mottled shadow on the wall. The shadows are staggered and orderly, with a faint trace of memories. The winter sunshine is warm and I stubbornly think. Scattered to stand up, took out a packet of coffee, torn apart, and the powdery substance made a person shake. I could not help but think of her, milk tea, absent-mindedly soaked the coffee, unconsciously leaving the brain blank. The only thing that brought us to growth is the power of memory.