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北国的春,永远让人迷惑,让人惊奇。妩媚无比的绿潮,幽幽淡淡,不动声色的牵着我的思念,爬满我的衣襟。每一天都是前一天的破碎和重复,贫穷的我就在这单调的日子中如同植物一般的平和的生长着。与我匆匆而过的同窗相比,我真的很像植物,身上没有任何嘀嘀嗒嗒的电子响铃.也不曾急急地奔出教室在回廊上切切私语。我就是一个贫民,倘若偏要寻点东西来证明我与信息时代尚未脱轨的话。我只有一张电话卡。淡绿色的,系着我长长的牵挂和暖暖的心安。
The spring in the Northland is always confusing and surprising. Charming green tide, faint faint, quietly holding my thoughts, covered my clothes. Every day was broken and repeated the previous day. The poor I grew up like a plant in this monotonous day. Compared to the classmates I rushed through, I was really like a plant. I didn’t have any embarrassing electronic bells on my body. I never rushed out of the classroom to whisper on the cloister. I am a poor person, if I want to find something to prove that I have not derailed with the information age. I only have one phone card. Light green, I am long-term care and warmth of peace of mind.