我们偶尔抬起头来看看天空,天空一片灰色,同心情映衬,倒是“心天一色”。我们偶尔想想朋友,其实远方的朋友也难得来一封信,他那习惯于敲击电脑键盘的手指已经不够灵便了。偶尔经过海边,看到一条船偶尔经过海面;偶尔问问孩子喜欢什么玩具;偶尔翻翻已出现霉斑的相册、明信片,还有那些不知道什么时候收集的邮票;偶尔考虑形而上的问题。 Occasionally we looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, with the same mood, but “heart and soul.” We occasionally think of friends. In fact, it is rare for a friend from afar to write a letter, and his fingers, accustomed to typing on a computer keyboard, are no longer handy. Occasionally passing by the sea and seeing a boat passing by the sea occasionally; occasionally asking children what kind of toys they like; occasionally looking through mildewed photo albums, postcards, stamps without knowing when to collect them; and occasionally thinking about metaphysical problems.