(一)我透过落地窗,望着花园里的法国梧桐。已经是深秋了,地上积满了一层金黄色落叶,此刻无风,这些层叠交错的叶子安静地躺着,像是被定格在手动相机里的背景,虽然美丽,却孤单落寞。而我们的生活中,总不乏这样又美丽又落寞的时刻:比如当你耗尽整整半天,终于徒步到达山顶,眺望着群岚,感受着大自然的瑰丽与雄伟,却发现找不到一个可以分享美景的人;比如当你站在散场后的剧院里,空旷的舞台,黯淡的灯光,无人的座椅,与几分钟前热闹的后台,鼎沸的人群,辽远的回声做着对比,心中会莫名地升腾出一股细微却真实 (A) Through the French window, I looked at the Platanus in the garden. Already late autumn, the ground is covered with a layer of golden leaves, no wind at the moment, these staggered leaves lay quietly, as was fixed in a manual camera in the background, although beautiful, but lonely. And our life, there is always such a beautiful and lonely moment: for example, when you run out of full half a day, finally reached the top of the mountain on foot, overlooking the group Lan, feel the magnificence and majesty of nature, but found no one can For example, when you stand in the theater after the game, empty stage, dim light, no seat, with a few minutes ago, the lively backstage, crowds, compared with the distant echo, the heart Will inexplicably rise a subtle but real