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我们多数的人,已经遗忘了初爱。遗忘的不仅是初爱,也包含各式各样现实的记忆。遗忘,多半出于本能的保护自己,在安全如胶囊一般封装进入自我的世界,浅薄一点不太遥远的记忆当中,拥有当下是最安逸可靠的。比如,昨天下午,斯德哥尔摩摄氏二十七度高温,我只能到大院两棵大树下躺在长椅读书,清风徐徐。树叶飒飒,旗杆摇动,声音真好听,树叶缝隙望去银线的阳光,忘了一切忧烦。到了傍晚,回家打开电视,回返现实,传来挪威大屠杀后续的消息,跌入这个夏天最悲伤的记忆。
Most of us have forgotten first love. Forget is not only love, but also contains a variety of real memories. Forget, mostly out of instinct to protect themselves in the safe capsule, such as encapsulated into the world of self, the memory of the shallow, not too distant, with the moment is the most reliable and reliable. For example, yesterday afternoon, Stockholm twenty-seven degrees Celsius temperature, I can only go to the compound under the two trees lying on a bench study, the breeze slowly. Scurry leaves, flagpole shaking, the sound really nice, leaves the gap looking to the sunshine silver, forget all the worries. In the evening, when I went home and turned on the television, I came back to reality and came the news of follow-up to the Norwegian Holocaust, falling into the saddest memory of this summer.