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倘若在自己终于走不动,蹲在路边歇脚时,那个人会走过来,轻轻地拍一下你的肩膀说:“我们同路,我都知道。”或许,没有惊心动魄,亦无海誓山盟,但谁又能说,这不是最持久、最真实的爱呢?时隔多年之后,我依然记得他们。那是2006年的11月,在北京中华世纪坛栅栏旁,一对头发花白的老夫妻。老太太坐着轮椅,老头装着义肢,两人在广场上一起做复健。面对面的姿态,始终相隔5米之远。老太太坐在轮椅上读报纸,老头扶着铁栏杆往前挪步。两人很默契,老太太往后退一步,老头往前进一步,缓慢且艰难,头顶是北京秋日寥廓的长天。
If you can not move at last, squatting on the side of the road when the rest, that person will come, gently tap your shoulders, said: “We know the same way, I know.” Perhaps, no soul-stirring, nor Everyone can say that this is not the most lasting and true love. I still remember them after many years. That is November 2006, next to the China Millennium Monument fence in Beijing, a pair of gray-haired old couple. The old lady sitting in a wheelchair, the old man wearing a prosthetic, both in the square to do rehabilitation. Face to face gesture, always 5 meters away. Old lady in a wheelchair reading the newspaper, the old man escorted the iron railings move forward. Two people are very understanding, the old lady takes a step backwards, the old man moves forward further, slowly and difficultly, overhead is the boundless autumn days of Beijing.