阳光透过窗帘斜斜地照在床头的那张“空谷幽兰”上,一层淡淡的光晕幻化成绚丽的五彩在我眼前舒展开来。再一次细细凝望着这幅画,一层温润的疼痛不由漫过来,仿佛涩苦的心情遇着咖啡一般,终是难以释怀。 那是三年前一个晴朗的午后,阳光柔和而慵懒,已是大四的我功课已较清闲,父亲在家里给他的研究生指 Sunshine through the curtain obliquely shining on the head of the bed, “Gap orchids,” a layer of faint halo turned into a gorgeous multicolored stretch in front of me. Once again staring at the picture carefully, a layer of warm pain involuntarily came over, as if the bitter mood of coffee in general, the final is hard to relieved. It was three years ago, a sunny afternoon, the sun soft and lazy, is the senior of my homework has been more leisure, his father at home to his graduate finger