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我的手,擎着一张老照片。照片上的妇女叫张若名。青年时期的风采依稀被沉重的暮气掩盖,厚厚的嘴唇微合着,目光敛在低垂的眼睑下,似有无限的痛切。她身着双排扣的列宁装,大大的白色衬衣衣领翻在外面。脖子上挂着一根线绳,可能连着眼镜,完全是一副50年代知识女性的装束。不同的是,她缺少那个时代特有的作为新社会标志的普遍的朝气蓬勃,缺少热情洋溢的活力和改天换地的豪情。一种深深的失落在照片上升腾、回旋、坠落、……宛如一曲挽歌,在我的心头奏响。
My hand, holding an old photo. The woman on the photo is Zhang Ruo name. Youth style vaguely covered with heavy twilight, thick lips micro-together, eyes converge in the drooping eyelids, it seems infinite pain. She was dressed in a double-breasted Lenin, with a large white shirt collar turned outside. Hanging on the neck of a rope, may be attached to glasses, is completely a knowledge of the 50’s costumes. What is different is that she lacks the universal vitality, lack of enthusiasm and pride of being a new social symbol of that era. A deep loss in the photo soaring, swinging, crashed, ... ... like a elegy, played in my heart.