每天下午一点三十分,我都要从楼上下来,走一段不足百米的小路,去约定的地方等车。午后一两点,在秋末冬初时,正是一天中最美的时刻。怀中抱着两三本教科书,宽大的校服中藏着清风,一步一步缓缓行走,总也舍不得快跑,情愿花五分钟的时间消磨在这段路上。略带暖意的阳光清明如水,流淌在皮肤上。我伸开手掌,看手心里细小的汗珠在光影下显出盈盈的微亮,点点闪烁在掌心的纹路里。常会就这样看痴了过去,静默驻足在路旁,久久凝视着阳光在掌间游走,那是一种很微小而 1.30 pm every day, I have to come downstairs, take a section of less than 100 meters of the road, to the agreed place waiting for the bus. One or two o’clock in the afternoon, in the late autumn and early winter, it is the most beautiful moment of the day. Holding two or three of his textbooks in his arms, large uniforms hidden in the breeze, slowly walking step by step, always reluctant to run, willing to spend five minutes of time to spend in this section of the road. Slightly warm sunshine clear water, flowing in the skin. I stretched out the palm of my hand to see the small sweat in my hand, showing a glimmer of lightness in the light and shadow, a little twinkling in the lines of my palm. Often look like crazy in the past, silent stop at the roadside, long time staring at the sun in the palm of your hand, it is a very small