奚扬顿了顿：“聂鲁达。”

        晚栀脑里一下飘过熟悉的句：春天对樱桃做的事。她头更晕了

        “可以稍微念一小段他的诗吗？”

        像是感受到旁边担忧的目光，奚扬看了她一眼，开始朗诵：

        Asallthingsalefilledwithmysoul

        ouemergefromthethings,filledwithmysoul,

        ouarelikemysoul,abutterflyofdream,

        AndyouarelikethewordMelancholy.

        Ilikeforyoutobestill,andyouseemfaraway.

        Itsoundsasthoughyouwerelamenting,abuttyflycooinglikeadove.

        Andyouhearmefromfaraway,andmyvoicedoesnotreachyou:

        Letmecometobestillinyoursilence.

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