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1当我回望青春的时候,我的青春早已同歌手朴树的歌声一样,烙上了深深的怀旧色彩。那些往事是一帧帧业已发黄的底片,再也还原不出当初的明艳。但我又无时无刻不想念它,就像想念从窗台上飞走一去不返的鸟儿。它有着青涩的,柔软的,鼓胀的质地,和现在干瘦单薄的我,形成鲜明的反叛。就在不久前,一个朋友在看完我发表文章的网络日志后,突然问我:“你的青春呢?”我翻遍了整个电脑的全部文档,包括所有的电子邮箱备份,仍是一无所获。这才醒悟,许多年的写作岁月里,我竟然没有为青春时光留下只言片语。那些成长的秘密,那些难以言说的隐痛,我究竟是在
1 When I look back on my youth, my youth has long enjoyed the same deep nostalgia as the singer Hackett’s singing. Those memories are a frame has yellow film, no longer restore the original Ming Yan. But I do not miss it all the time, just as I miss the birds flying away from the windowsill. It has a green, soft, bulging texture, and now thin and thin me, a clear rebellion. Not long ago, a friend after reading my blog published an article, suddenly asked me: “Your youth? ” I rummaged through the entire computer all the documents, including all e-mail backup, is still Nothing gained. Only this awakened, many years of writing years, I actually did not leave a word for youth. Those secrets of growth, those unspeakable pain, I really is