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像往日一样,清早,我走进办公室就抓起抹布擦办公桌。然而,当自己站在桌子面前的时候,握抹布的手即刻垂了下来。只见火红的玫瑰花瓣落满了整个桌面,像一片燃烧的云霞。我小心翼翼地拉开一扇窗户,一阵气流拂面而过,桌面上的玫瑰花瓣仿佛船儿彩蝶似的,轻轻地摇曳和舞动起来。蓦然,我内心深处感觉到了一种律动,一种生命的律动。瓶中的玫瑰花落了。我禁不住伸出右手,轻轻地从桌面上捡起一片花瓣,用手肚轻轻触摸了一下,软软的滑滑的细细的,还有点儿湿湿的,那感觉像婴孩的肌肤一样。落红不是无情物,观者岂是无情人?我静默了。
As in the past, early in the morning, as I entered the office, I grabbed a rag and wiped my desk. However, when standing in front of the table, the hand holding the rag immediately fell. I saw red rose petals fill the entire desktop, like a burning cloud. I opened a window cautiously, and a stream of air rushed past. The rose petals on the table seemed to float like butterflies and gently swayed and danced. Suddenly, I felt a rhythm in my heart, a movement of life. The rose in the bottle fell. I couldn’t help but stretch out my right hand and gently lifted a petal from the table. I touched it gently with my hands. It was soft and smooth, and it was a little wet, it felt like a baby’s skin. . The red is not a ruthless thing. The viewer is a ruthless person. I am silent.