我忘了自己何年何月在凌晨的时候还涩着眼睛看完落落讲的一个仓鼠和芝兰的故事。何年何月啊，想不起来了，头有点痛。记忆像腐烂的叶子，那些清新那些嫩绿早已埋葬在时间刻度的前段，惟有铺天盖地的腐烂气味留在时间刻度的尾部。突然一阵风，往上飘，往上飘，然后在某一个 - I forgot own He Nianhe the month to look in the before dawn
time also astringent eye 钀借惤 said a hamster and irises and orchids
story. He Nianhe the month, has been unable to remember, a little
pain. The memory likes the rotten leaf, these is fresh light green
these already buries in the time record front section, only has the
rotten smell which blots out the sky to keep the time record the rear
part. Suddenly wind, upward flutters, upward flutters, then in some