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远方,除了遥远一无所有。——海子(一)我不懂达利,就像我无法热爱卡夫卡。我站在落地玻璃前,望着里面若隐若现的身影久久不愿挪动步子。街道上人群涌动,行色匆匆。今年夏天有许多故事悄悄写下结局,也有许多故事静静地重新开始。我站在时光的街角,坐在回忆的转椅上,开始陷入思绪之中……(二)六年前,我就开始不自量力地转动脑袋去思考人生与生命。也许是由于我常年与爷爷奶奶生活在一起的缘故吧,让我变得有点成熟亦有些老气横秋。那时我想:生命无非就是赤裸裸地来,赤裸裸地
Far away, nothing but distant. - Hai Zi (A) I do not know Dali, just as I can not love Kafka. I stood in front of the glass, looking inside the looming figure for a long time do not want to move pace. Surging crowd in the streets, color hurry. There are many stories written quietly this summer, and many stories start quietly again. I stood on the corner of the street, sitting in the chair of memories, and began to fall into my thoughts ... (II) Six years ago, I began to turn my head involuntarily to think about life and life. Perhaps it is because of my perennial grandparents living together with the sake of it, let me become a bit mature and some old-fashioned. At that time I think: life is nothing more than naked, naked