回到家了。我爱这个靠海的小镇，爱这里的天气和由远方的微风带来的乡音，它听上去那样柔软，像是情人在耳根处的低语。

早上醒来裹着被子，这条米老鼠的被子从十三四岁起便开始盖，盖了这么多年，今天早上我忽然觉得它变”涠塘恕０胨胄咽保杪枰丫芽盏骰怀闪说缟取＝酉吕矗闶茄籼ㄉ洗吹那浊械牡芬律Ｕ趴郏娇湛跬ㄍ傅姆考洌┌椎那矫妫缴瞎易诺乃傩匆约袄渡拇傲薄Ｔ诖傲北焕螅闶悄谴巴獾睦短欤悦婺谴甭ジ删坏耐馇奖砻妗Ｎ姨不墩飧黾伊耍×耸辏胛颐堑纳钅ズ系脑嚼丛胶谩８兆〗词泵刻炱套诺母褡幼啦济挥辛耍强啪薮蟮姆⒉剖饕裁挥辛耍妥阑涣烁霾辉侔返奈恢谩Ｇ缴希挥谢还喑隽艘恢欢婧鸵幻娉宋颐羌胰酥馑部床欢闹印Ｉ撤⒁不还涞酶罅耍梢缘贝菜蚁衷诰妥谒纳厦妗

Then, after your leaving, everything will become much duller.
The back seats of the taxi, the dinner at 9 during the nights, the
hurry kiss, the frightening bamboo forest, your hands, your blue
eyes, all the things about you is now disappearing.