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16岁离家的那一个清晨,天还没有亮透,微微的紫光罩着天空,前一夜装好的行李立在走廊下,我穿着高中时深蓝色的水手制服,像每天离家一样,转身对母亲说我走了。口袋里的机票是用打工赚来的钱买的,只有那张纸让我踏实,那张印着密密麻麻电子文字的纸,是带我飞往梦想的翅膀。每天清晨七点,应该是我上学的时间。通常这个时候我都会在充满暖气的电车上,昏昏沉沉的靠着手把睡觉。然后到了新宿站,又总是会很自然地醒来,急忙换车。第一次跳下电车。听见广播呼唤着人们上车,然后电车铃响起,门骤然关上,车疾驶而去,速度快得常会有风微微掀起我的裙子,我总是按着裙边,望着离去的电车,想着什么时候
The early morning of the 16-year-old left home, the sky was not clear yet, the slight purple covered the sky and the overnight-loaded luggage stood under the hallway. I wore dark blue sailor uniform in high school and walked home like everyday Say to the mother I’m gone. The pocket ticket is to buy the money earned with the wage earners, and only the piece of paper made me practical. The piece of paper with dense electronic text was the wings that took me to fly to the dream. Seven o’clock every morning, should be my school time. Usually this time I will be in a warm tram, drowsy hand in bed. Then to Shinjuku Station, it will always wake up naturally, quickly change the car. First jumped off the tram. I heard the radio call people on the train, and then the bell rang, the door suddenly closed, the car flew away, the speed is often a slight wind off my skirt, I always press the skirt, looking at the departure of the tram, think What time?