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对于文字,我只是一种喜欢,充满深深的爱恋,常常沉迷其中而欲罢不能。我喜欢在有所感的时候,提起笔来抒我思写我想,这何尝不是一件快乐的事呢?有时候我也曾想文字就是文人最好的归宿,因为我知道文字是最能安抚文人那敏感而脆弱的神经的。生如夏花般绚烂却也只是惊鸿一瞥,是在说我们的流年韶华吗?斗转星移,是谁的华彩?是谁的乐章?所以我用文字来铭记我们的青春岁月。一旦到了蓦然回首人事两茫茫之时,我依然可以用文字来温暖自己。记忆中的云被什么吹开,这样的文字告诉我们记忆里的故事,温暖。因为那无数文字堆积下的流年阳光永远是明媚的。
For words, I just like it, love it deeply, and I often indulge in it. I like to lift my pen and write to me when I feel something. I think this is not a happy thing. Sometimes I also think that the text is the best place for the literati because I know the text is the most comforting The literati are sensitive and fragile nerves. Was life like a summer flower like gorgeous, but it was just a glimpse of it, is it saying that we are dying in China? Whose celestial talent is it? Whose music is it? So I use words to remember our youth. Once I’ve come back to the time, I can use words to warm myself up. The cloud in memory is blown away. This text tells us the story in memory and it is warm. Because the flowing years of sunshine under the innumerable words are always bright.