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细雨满天,丝雨飘零。悠长的雨季长满了悠长的思绪。恋情难诉,宛如那飞天而下的点点精灵,紧紧的拥住了我,在心头凝成一腔厚重的思绪。独坐窗前,在如烟的往事中滤出你最初抑或是最后的温柔,多少惆怅多少牵挂于多少不眠之夜,摇曳着无数晶莹的幻梦,你的一眸一笑,时常隐现于我的心头。还记得今年的2月14日吗?你拥在我腰间,我们静静的聆听心灵的对白。你说你要去医大三院实习了,我是多么的为你高兴——我的小天使已经长大了。但“忽如一夜春风来,千树万树梨花开”不知从哪一天开始,SARS 成了我们的中心话题,也就是从那一天起,只有电波才能连接起我和你。自从趟过长江、携笔从戎之后,我没怕过什么,但这次我怕了,怕我的小天使会被
Rainy day, silky rain drifting. Long rainy season covered with long thoughts. Difficult love affair, like the little wizard flying under the sky, tightly hugged me, in my heart condensed into a heavy thought. Sitting alone in front of the window, in the smoke of the past filter out your initial or last gentle, how much melancholy how much sleepless nights, swaying countless crystal dreams, your eyes smile, often hidden in my heart . Do you still remember this year’s February 14th? You hold my waist, we quietly listen to the dialogue of the soul. You say you are going to an internship in the hospital, how happy I am for you - my little angel has grown up. But “Suddenly a spring breeze, a thousand trees and pear blossom” I do not know from which day, SARS has become our central topic, that is, from that day, only the waves can connect me and you. I have not been afraid of anything since wading through the Yangtze, but this time I’m afraid, afraid my little angel will be