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很多个黄昏,我都会骑着摩托车到城外的长江水库边看日落。我喜欢在这个迟暮的时刻,点上一根烟,一个人坐在大堤上,让风吹,静静地望着远方…… 每当我徜徉的这个时刻,都有一种心如飘萍的感觉,多少年了,这种感觉一天一天地来,又一天一天地去,好像是一种摆脱不掉的缘分与宿命。是谁在山的那边水的那边唱起了童年时的一首歌谣?又是谁在孤独地挽留将息未息的一缕阳光?我看见,远处的那座山脉像一阵阵突如其来的潮水,一点一点地把太阳淹没了,天空中只留下一点点残渍,一只飞鸟从眼前悄悄掠过。
Many dusk, I will ride a motorcycle to the Yangtze River Reservoir outside the city watching the sunset. I like to smoke a cigarette at this late hour, a person sitting on the embankment, let the wind, quietly looking into the distance ... ... Whenever I wander this moment, there is a feeling of floating like a duckweed , How many years, this feeling day by day come, another day by day, seems to be a fate and fate can not afford to escape. Who sang a song from childhood over the water on the other side of the mountain? Who kept lone rays of sunshine in loneliness? I saw that the distant mountain range came suddenly like a burst Of the tide, a little bit of the sun drowned, leaving only a little residual stains in the sky, a bird passing quietly passing from the front.