时间的沙漏沉淀着无法逃离的过往,记忆的双手总是拾起那些明媚的忧伤。余秋雨的散文《牌坊》和舒婷的诗《神女峰》,勾起了我对女子命运的思索。一个婀娜多姿的女子迈着轻盈的步子款款走来,走过了长长的古巷,走过了窄窄的木桥,走向了精雕细琢的牌坊。我瞪大眼睛,望着,这样一个气质如兰的女子,必定是名门闺秀,为什么要走向牌坊呢?我记忆中的牌坊,就像一个活人的墓碑,阴森恐怖。可在古代,女子的命运常常被掌握在别人的手中,总是成为道 Hourglass time precipitation can not escape the past, the memory of the hands always pick up those bright sorrows. Yu’s autumn essay “Archway” and Shu Ting’s poem “Goddess Peak” evoke my thoughts on the fate of women. A curvaceous woman walked light section of the steps came, walked through the long ancient alley, walked through the narrow wooden bridge, went to the crafted arch. I stare, looking, such a temperament, such as blue woman, must be a famous lady, why go to the arch? I remember the arch, like a living tombstone, eerie. In ancient times, the fate of women was often held in the hands of others, always become Tao