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有段人生,风轻轻,云淡淡,青春仿似昨夜之梦一晃而过。有段年少,以为寂寞是一种浪漫,孤独是一种情操;于是会为澎湃的海浪肃然,为堆叠的落叶叹惋;如今,于你于我,这种情怀已然遗失。穿行于拥挤都市,蓦然回首,光阴竟如同手中沙般不堪一握。走到一个路口,回望时竟然找不到来时路的方向,不免心中惶然。想要让心沉静,而四周那些喧哗的声音,偏全都涌了上来,像暗涌不断的海潮,冲刷着零落的思绪。想要释然,无法释然。细细嗅来,原来,空气里满是浮躁的味道。
A section of life, gentle wind, light clouds, youth like a dream over the past night. There is a period of young, that loneliness is a kind of romance, loneliness is a sentimentality; so for the surging seaweed, sigh for the stack of leaves; Now, in you, I have lost this feeling. Walking through the crowded city, suddenly look back, the time actually like a sand-like unbearable grip. Walked to a junction, looking back unexpectedly can not find the direction of the road, can not help but mind panic. Want to make the heart quiet, and surrounded by those noisy voices, partial all are poured in, like the continuous influx of waves, washed away thoughts. Want to relieved, can not be relieved. Smell, it turned out that the air full of impetuous taste.