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五月的最后一个周末,去了趟丹东。回来的时候从沈阳转车,那是霍林郭勒开往大连的火车。遇到一位四十岁的阿姨和一位六十岁的大叔,于是我就加入到了他们聊天的队伍之中。说是加入,其实不然,大部分的时间是他俩在说话,我抿着嘴,欲言又止,始终是倾听者的姿态。二十岁,四十岁,六十岁,我们成长的不是同一个时代。那是凌晨一两点,我已经有了困意,只是,他们聊天的劲头未曾消减,我也只能强打着精神。都说些什么呢?无非是回忆过去。噢,这几十年来发生的事情太多,说也说不完。
The last weekend in May, went to Dandong. Transfer back from Shenyang, it is Huolinguole bound for Dalian train. Encountered a 40-year-old aunt and a 60-year-old uncle, so I joined the ranks of their chat. That is to join, it is not true, most of the time they are talking, I pouting, to stop, is always the listener’s gesture. Twenty, forty, sixty years old, we are not the same age. It was one o’clock in the morning, I had a sleepy, but, they did not reduce the momentum of the chat, I can only strong spirit. What to say? Nothing more than memories of the past. Oh, there have been too many things happening in these decades, and I can not finish it.