读《荷塘月色》和《背影》,那是“读书无用”的中学时光。四十年后,想在荷塘月色下,读父亲的背影,是一种诗情画意的沉重。燕子去了,不再飞回;杨柳枯了,不再返青;桃花谢了,不再盛开。我们生活在钢筋混凝土的时代,无法让大自然比照匆匆流逝的岁月,留下一丝一毫少年的念想。生命于无形中,不知疼痛地被时间锋利的刀刃切割得遍体鳞伤。人老了,可拽住青春的尾巴。心老了,大去之期也就真的不远矣。 Reading “lotus pond moonlight” and “back”, it is “reading no use ” high school time. Forty years later, wanting to read his father’s back in the lotus pond under the moonlight is a heavy poetic. Swallow went, no longer fly back; willow is dead, no longer green; peach thanks, no longer in full bloom. We live in the era of reinforced concrete, can not let nature hurriedly passed the years, leaving a shred of young people’s thoughts. Life invisible, I do not know the pain was sharp edge of the time cutting black and blue. Old people, can hold the tail of youth. Old heart, the period of big go really not far away.