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在一个冬日的黄昏,我慵懒的躺在椅子上,手里拿着日本漫画作家高木直子的书,一页页随意翻看,享受着这个幸福的时刻。偶尔,我会看到自己的影子在线条里跳跃,继而涌起悲喜交加的情绪波澜。偶尔
In a winter dusk, I am lazy lying on a chair, holding a Japanese comic book Takagi Naoko’s book, a page of random look, enjoy this moment of happiness. Occasionally, I will see my shadow jumping in the lines, and then filled with emotionally turmoil mood waves. occasionally