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天空如层层浓墨渲染开,阴云蜿蜒着,渐渐占领整片天幕。我静静地站在街角,望着天边那抹还未被吞噬的蓝,莫名地感到一丝忧伤。品尝过的文字多了就会变得文艺,变得文艺就容易忧伤,这不能怪我。何况我刚读了一个诗人笔下的悲惨爱情故事,他和他的女友就是在这样的阴天相遇的。我想我是一辈子不会有女友的,我是这样又矮又胖,还长年披一件绿不拉叽的旧外套。一个小孩穿过马路,跑到我的面前。说实话我不是很喜欢这样的小女孩,她们浑身上下
The sky as thick layers of ink rendering open, winding clouds, gradually occupy the entire sky. I quietly stood in the corner, looking at the blue sky Nama has not yet been swallowed, inexplicable feeling a trace of sadness. Taste of the text will become more literary arts, literature and art becomes easy sad, this can not blame me. Not to mention I have just read a poet’s tragic love story, he and his girlfriend is in such a cloudy day meet. I think I will not have a girlfriend for a lifetime, I was so short and fat, but also for many years to wear a green old coat does not pull grumble. A child crosses the road and runs in front of me. To tell the truth I do not really like this little girl, they covered all over