枯老的手,无力地轻抚在那张伴随多年的藤木椅上,窗外透进一缕夕阳的余光,只显得昏沉。回忆中,想念儿时将小手握成镜筒的模样,透过它,看着神奇的太阳,打量着这个充满好奇的世界。然而,再回头时,一生的时光,就从那个镜筒中飞逝而过,不留下一丝痕迹!英国诗人埃·阿诺德说:“生的结 Withered hands, unable to caress in the rattan chair that has been accompanied for many years, the sun shines through the window and only looks drowsy. In my memory, I missed my childhood’s appearance of holding a small hand into a lens tube. Through it, I looked at the magical sun and looked at this curious world. However, when you look back, the time of your life flies through the barrel and leaves no trace! The British poet E. Arnold said: