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年底收拾旧物时,在一本诗集里发现了一方白手帕,打开时隐约还散发着淡雅的清香。那还是许多年前在外地读书的时候,一个面容素净、喜欢穿白衬衫的男同学送给我的。洁白的手帕上面没有任何图案,唯有右下角的一首王维的《相思》,隐约朦胧的爱意在手帕上蔓延开来。最终的阴差阳错,使我没有与那俊逸的少年牵手,但那一方手帕却在无数寒窗苦读的岁月中带给我无法替代的温暖。直到现在,一幅幽美的画卷仍然会时常在我的眼前徐徐展开:阳光明媚的春天,丁香花开满了整个校园,浪漫的紫色一簇簇绽放,芳香阵阵袭来。一切都美得让人沉醉,美
When the end of the pack to get rid of old things, found in a collection of white handkerchief, vaguely exudes elegant fragrance. That is still many years ago when studying in the field, a plain face, like male students in white shirts gave me. White handkerchief above without any pattern, only the lower right corner of a Wang Wei’s “Acacia”, vaguely hazy love spread on the handkerchief. The ultimate poorer and wrong, so I did not hand in hand with that Junyi, but that side handkerchief has brought me irreplaceable warmth in the years of studying hard. Until now, a beautiful picture still can often start in front of my eyes: sunny spring, lilac flowers full of the campus, romantic purple clusters bloom, fragrant bursts hit. Everything is so beautiful and so beautiful