有段时期,走路对我来说,是精神疗愈的一个手段。那些日子里,胸臆常常藏着一团低气压,使我即连呼吸都感觉到吃力;脑中暗暗安了一颗不定时炸弹,眼看着引信就要被点燃。再也坐不住的我遽然起身,夺门而出。我似乎看到一个就要坏掉了的人,他的躯干些许失衡,脚步忽轻忽重有点儿踉跄,眼眶痠痠的,如果能大哭一场就好了,却偏偏宛如乌云四合、闷雷隆隆低鸣、空气凝固了的午后,雨水迟迟不能落下。这个人走进了林荫又走出林荫,避不开人群便穿过 For some time, walking to me is a means of spiritual healing. In those days, my mind often hid a low pressure, so I feel even struggling to breathe; mind secretly arranged a time bomb, seeing the fuze will be lit. I no longer sit still suddenly got up and win the door out. I seem to see a person who is going to be broken, his torso slightly imbalance, the pace of negligence suddenly a little stumble, the eyes sore, if we can cry like a good, but just like a cloud Sihe, bored mine Rumble low, the air of the afternoon, the rain still can not fall. This man walked into the shade and out of the shade, can not avoid the crowd will be through