一双玉手

自从她成了他的同桌，他上课时就不大看黑板了。

他总是看着她的手，白皙的，纤细的，具有玉一般质感的手，他百看不厌。

她死的很突然，上学的路上，飞驰的轿车，每天都在上演的老剧情。

她下葬的那天夜里，他躲在被窝里，哭得泪流满面。

醒来后的第一眼，他就看见了那双手，白皙，纤细，温润如玉的手，静静地放在他的床头。

他轻轻地碰触，冰凉，这是她的手。

他把这双手揣在怀里捂了一天，等到天黑时，偷偷埋在了她的坟边上。

梦里又见她，欲语还休，只轻轻抚着他的脸，冰凉的触感，瞬时将他惊醒，那双手，果然正抚着他的脸，一动不动。

他开始害怕了，这一次，他将手埋得很远很远，很深很深。

梦里的她，还是那般文静，“我知道，你爱看我的手，每次你看我的手时，我都在看着你的眼。
”

她抚着他的脸，轻轻的叹气，“你的眼睛，真美啊，可以给我吗？

我会，把手留给你。
”

他凄厉地惨叫着醒来，本该是眼睛的地方，扣着一双玉手。

Introduce:Since what she became him with desk, blackboard looks not quite when he attends class.
He always looks at her hand, of Bai Xi, fine, have the hand that jade feels character commonly, he 100 see not tire of.
What she dies is very abrupt, on the road that go to school, the car that gallop, the old the plot of a play that performing everyday.
Of her bury that day at night, he hides in by the nest in, cry so that burst into tears.
The first after awaking, he saw that pair of hands, bai Xi, fine, lukewarm embellish is like the hand of jade, put in his the head of a bed silently.
He is touched gently touch, icy, this is her hand.
He put this pair of hands in the bosom to cover one day, when at dark, bury on her graveyard edge secretly.
She sees again in the dream, desire language still rest, stroking his face gently only, icy tactility, instantaneous sleeps lightly him, that pair of hands, stroking his face as expected, motionless.
He began to fear, this, he buries the hand very far very far, very deep very deep.
She in the dream, or that kind is gentle and quiet, "I know, you love to see my hand, every time when you see my hand, I am in the eye that looks at you.
" the face that she is stroking him, gently sigh, "Your eye, true beauty, can you give me? I am met, handle leaves you.
" he is screaming sad and shrilly to awake, ought be the place of the eye, buckling a pair of jade hands.
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