阿君又和朗逸先生在老地方见面了。现在是夏末,公园里还残存着不愿被征服的绿色气息,远处是绵延起伏的山,山峦呈褐色,看上去光秃秃的,公园里样样东西都是褐色的,触目秋意萧索,逶迤的薄云仿佛冻僵似的紧贴着湛蓝的天壁。“一晃这么多年过去了啊!”朗逸先生开口打破了这份宁静,看着阿君手上抱着的那个晶莹剔透,毫无瑕疵的圆球。“是啊。”阿君抬起头,看着眼前这个两鬓已染风霜的老人,虽然年过半百,可眼神仍是那么深邃,身子仍挺拔硬朗。树 A Jun and Mr. Long Yi met in the old place. Now in late summer, there is still a green atmosphere in the park that is unwilling to be conquered. The distance is rolling hills, mountains are brown, looks bare, everything in the park is brown, eye-catching fall,逶 迤 of the thin clouds like freezing stiff like the blue sky wall. “A flash for so many years passed! ” Mr. Lang Yi broke the quiet and looked at the crystal clear, flawless ball that Arjun was holding. “Ah.” Ah-Jun looked up and looked at the front of the two men have been stained with wind and weather of the elderly, although over half a hundred years, can still look so deep, the body is still tall and straight. tree