书里的叶子

类别：情绪

一本旧书里滑落的干枯红叶，成了十五年前的自己送给如今的一份迟到礼物。

时长 56 秒 · 语速 150 wpm

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Last weekend, I was looking for something on my bookshelf, 上周末我在书架上翻东西，

and an old novel fell open in my hands. 一本旧小说恰好在手里摊开了。

Something slipped out and landed on the floor. 里面滑出个东西，掉在了地上。

It was a leaf. 是一片叶子。

Flat, dry, and thin as paper. 平平的，干干的，薄得像纸一样。

Still a little red at the edges. 边缘还带点儿红。

I have no idea when I put it there. 我完全想不起是什么时候夹进去的了。

I don't remember the year, 不记得是哪一年，

or the tree, or who I was with. 也不记得是哪棵树，或者当时跟谁在一起。

I've forgotten almost everything about that day. 关于那天的一切，我几乎都忘光了。

But I must have been walking somewhere, 但我当时肯定是在什么地方走着，

and looked down, and thought: this one is beautiful. 低头看了一眼，心里想着：这片真好看。

I should keep it. 我得留着它。

And I did. 然后我还真留了。

I picked it up, carried it home, 我把它捡起来带回了家，

and pressed it between two pages, a small gift to nobody. 夹在书页之间，就像送给谁的一份小小礼物，可又没写收件人。

It turns out it was for me. 结果，原来是送给现在的我自己的。

It just took fifteen years to arrive. 只是这份礼物等了十五年才送到。

I put it back. 我把它放了回去。

Same page. 还是原来的那一页。

Let it wait a little longer. 让它再多等一阵子吧。