真情万里亦心动,感觉只是近咫尺。男孩十来岁的样子,站在风口,双手努力捏住一张纸,神情专注地读着。风声太大,把纸吹得哗哗响,我听不清他在读什么。男孩这样站在风口,好些天了。一天清早,我看见一位老大爷站在男孩身后,欲言又止,最后无奈而不舍地离去。一天中午,我看见一位年轻的女子站在男孩身后,用手轻拭着眼睛。一天黄昏,我看见一位老太太站在男孩身后,夕阳照在她 True feelings are also very exciting and the feeling is only close at hand. As the boy was a teenager, he stood on the air and tried to hold a piece of paper with both hands and read intently. The wind was too loud and the paper creaked. I couldn’t hear what he was reading. The boy was standing in the air like this, for days. Early one morning, I saw an old man standing behind the boy, saying nothing and finally left without help. At noon of the day, I saw a young woman standing behind the boy and wiping her eyes. One evening, I saw an old lady standing behind the boy and the sunset was shining on her.