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7月14日晴我站在小溪边,就那么站着,静静地看溪水流过我的眼前。它总是那样安静,即使在星光的照耀下,也只是露出浅浅的笑窝,从不张扬。我把手轻轻放入水中,感受微波划过手腕,一丝凉意传遍全身,我打了个冷战,缩回了手。初夏的水还是有点亮,可风已经是暖暖的了,手经过风的吹拂,不一会儿就干了,我把手插入口袋。我懒懒地趴在桥栏上,无趣地看着溪水流过一座又一座桥。别看溪水这样弱小,总有一天,它会成为江河。我脑中正浮现出它融入大河时那兴奋的样子,一堆
July 14 Clearly I stood beside a stream, standing so quietly and watching the stream flow through my eyes. It is always so quiet, even in the light of the stars, it is only exposed shallow smile, never show. Gently put my hand into the water, feel the microwave across the wrist, a trace of cool spread throughout the body, I called a Cold War, retracted. The water in early summer was still bright, the wind was already warm, the wind was blowing in my hand and it was not too long before I put my hand into my pocket. I lazily lying on the bridge bar, boringly watching the stream flowing through another bridge. Do not look so weak stream, one day, it will become a river. My brain is showing its excitement when it comes to the river, a pile