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黢黑的夜,火车在急驶。我依依不舍地读完最后一个段落,合上书页。世上有些书你迟早会去读,也总有些书你终究会读完。我不禁又翻开扉页,那几个字从眼睛射入大脑:“我还年轻,我渴望上路。”旅行时我都会带上这本《在路上》以供解闷,漫漫旅途从不仅仅是吃喝玩乐,换个地方换种心情,似乎更有着求索生命意义的价值。此刻我体内的血液如波涛般翻涌,关于年轻与叛逆的挟持,关于浪漫与自由的追问,欲言又止。窗外大雪纷飞,旅程才刚刚开始。
Dark night, the train was driving. I reluctantly read the last paragraph, closing the page. Some books in the world will be read sooner or later, there are always some books you will eventually finish reading. I can not help but open the flyleaf again, the words from the eyes into the brain: “I’m still young, I am longing for the road. ” I will travel this “on the road” for boredom, long journey never more than Is to eat and drink, another place for a change of mood, it seems more to value the meaning of life. At the moment my body’s blood surged like a wave of waves. With regard to the kidnapping of youth and rebellion, the question about romance and freedom was unspoken. The snowfall outside the window, the journey has just begun.