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没有一种快乐与生俱来,不是所有的悲伤都让人潸然泪下,这个世界似乎把一切的感情都冰封了,激情四溢的时刻似乎也在渐渐远离我们业已尘封的心灵,总是在成长中感叹时光老去,年华不在,面对着一切熟悉或者不熟悉的事物我们发出无所谓的感慨,曾经年轻的心灵在周而复始的轮回中变得平庸起来。记忆如缓缓打开的画卷,五彩斑斓的颜色涂抹成生命中绝美的乐园。那个时候的我们和那个时候的事情犹如晶莹的钻石一样,沉淀在记忆深处。当我伸手去触碰那一片刻骨铭心的颜色时,似乎听见自己的心灵说,流淌着泪水的故事是我今生灵魂的归宿。 夜晚万籁俱寂,我在清冷的月色中数着过往,体会着那一种柔软的感觉,不知道是快乐还是悲伤。
Not a kind of happiness born, not all sorrow tears, the world seems to have all the feelings of the frozen, passionate moment seems to be gradually away from our already dusty heart, always growing In laments time lag, years are gone, in the face of all familiar or unfamiliar things we send indifferent feelings, once the young mind in the cycle of reincarnation became mediocre. Memory, such as the slow opening of the picture, painted in colorful colors into a beautiful park in life. At that time we and the things at that time like a crystal diamond, precipitation in the depths of memory. When I reach out and touch the unforgettable color, I seem to hear my soul say that the story of tears is the destiny of my life soul. Wandering night silence, I count the past in the cold moonlight, feeling that kind of soft feeling, I do not know is happy or sad.