这是一本小小的相册
                        它安静地藏匿在书柜
                        灰尘布遍在它的身中
                        它有些泛黄，又显得精致

                        他拍打灰垢，翻开了它
                        里面记录着他
                        他看着那时的他
                        他不禁露出微笑
                        他在想啊
                        那时的他是否也曾想过现在的他

                        他泛出泪花，不断翻着它
                        不断看着那时的他
                        那时的他啊
                        无法成为现在的他
                        现在的他啊
                        不能回到过去的他

                        最后，他翻完了它
                        他微微一笑
                        发着呆
                        他闭上了它


                                                              2024年9月8日