光里的灰尘

类别：成长

清晨一缕阳光勾起童年回忆，成年后重新注视漂浮的微尘与逝去的美好想象。

时长 54 秒 · 语速 151 wpm

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This morning, the sun came through a gap in the curtains. 今天早上，阳光从窗帘的缝隙里照了进来。

One thin line of light, from the window to the floor. 一道细细的光线，从窗台一直落到地板上。

And in the light, I could see the dust. 在那道光里，我看到了灰尘。

Thousands of tiny pieces, floating. 成千上万细小的微尘，在那里漂浮着。

They weren't falling. 它们并没有往下落。

They drifted up, and sideways, and around each other, very slowly. 而是极慢地往上飘、往两边散，彼此环绕着。

I should clean more, I thought. 我想着，该多打扫打扫了。

But then I remembered something. 但接着我又想起了一件事。

When I was four or five, 在我四五岁的时候，

I used to lie on the floor and watch this. 我常常趴在地板上看着这一幕。

I didn't know it was dust. 那时我还不知道那是灰尘。

I thought I was seeing the light itself. 我以为我看到的是光本身。

I thought sunshine was made of tiny golden things, 我以为阳光就是由这些金色的小东西组成的，

and that only I could see them. 而且只有我能看得见。

I lay down on the bedroom floor this morning, 今天早上，我又躺在了卧室的地板上，

forty years later, and watched again. 时隔四十年，又看了一次。

It's only dust. 其实只是灰尘而已。

I know that now. 我现在知道了。

I liked my first explanation better. 但我还是更喜欢自己最初的那个想法。