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2009年12月最冷的那个冬日,孙颖先生走了。他的离去,让这个冬天的早晨变得如此落寞,城市依然麻木地熙熙攘攘,人群依然平庸地忙忙碌碌,而我的脑海中一直挥之不去的只是那首歌,那首永远的《踏歌》:“君若天上云,依是云中鸟;相随相依,浴日御风。君若湖中水,依是水心花;相亲相恋,浴月弄影。人间缘何聚散?人间何有悲欢?但愿与君长相守,莫做那昙花一现。”在这妙曼的歌声中,往事如叶,如水,如刀让我陷入了巨大的时空错乱的幻影之中:先生骑着电单车从舞蹈学院门口健朗地滑过,
The coldest winter in December 2009, Mr. Sun Ying gone. His departure, so that the winter morning so desolate, the city is still bustling numb, the crowd is still busy mediocre, and my mind has been lingering that song, that song forever “ Tachia ”: “ If the sky clouds, according to the clouds in the birds; go hand in hand, Yu-yu bath, if the lake water, according to the heart of water; What joys and sorrows in the world? I hope to meet with the king, not to do that short-lived. ”In this wonderful man’s song, past events like leaves, water, knife let me into a huge illusion of time-disorder : Mr. riding a motorcycle from the front of the Dance Academy healthily slid over,