清脆的雨滴声滴落在腿边,月色正好,段浔来了兴致,轻声念着一首诗, “To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. (注1) ” “听不懂。”钟梨捂着耳朵,她现在听见英文就来气。
张寒拎着油条离去后,钟梨背靠在竹制的躺椅上摇晃着,边用手指头敲打着扶手边轻声念着什么, “To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. (注2) ”