想起自己,不知在什么时候,越过了青草蔓蔓的田野,从低矮破败的屋檐玩到了明亮高大的楼房。视线空明透彻,毫无阻挡地看向了茫茫天际,再没有可以成为屏风为我遮挡的帘。站在屋顶,顶着凉风远望,望见的尽是一样的房屋,一览无余的,毫无诗意的冷漠的尖角,晃光的墙面,砌合着水泥凝固着老一辈的希望,高楼建起来了,盼望的小日子有了,生活似乎越来越好,可是看见的却越发的虚,尽是些死后无法带走,身前拖累的虚名,浮烟一般虚飘的瓦砾就这样盖在了下一代人身上。 Think of myself, I do not know at what time, across the fields of the grass, played from the dilapidated low eaves to the bright tall buildings. Unobstructed line of sight clear sky, no obstacle to see the vast sky, there is no screen can be blocked for me the curtain. Standing on the roof, holding the cool breeze afar, looking at the same is the same house, sweeping views, no poetic apathetic sharp corners, shining light of the walls, cementing the hope of the older generation with cement, Tall buildings built up, the hope of a small day there, life seems to be getting better and better, but more and more to see the virtual, all can not be taken away after death, dragged down in front of the name, float the general floating in the rubble on the This covers the next generation.