寻风-黄昏-01

我最早的记忆是风。绿光与金色交错，在我头顶轻轻摇曳。忽然——有看不见的东西拂过脸颊。不是母亲的手，而是更轻，更无处不在，连同肌肤与心灵一同颤动。从那一刻起，我明白，世界进入了我，而我也进入了世界。

My first memory is of the wind. Green light, cut through with gold, swayed above me as I lay in a stroller. Then—something unseen brushed my cheek. Not my mother’s hand, but gentler, everywhere, stirring both skin and soul. From that moment, I knew the world had entered me, and I had entered the world.