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小镇偏远且沉寂,而我爱文艺,自以为是,沉溺于自己臆想出来的狭小天地,对周围的人和事都置若罔闻。他穿白T恤、牛仔裤,漆黑的眼睛和头发,拎着书包站在白砖黑瓦的教室门口。他只观望了几秒钟,便像一个熟人一样,径直走到我的旁边坐下,并朝我微微一笑。虽然我羞于承认,但我确定以及肯定,当时我感觉到了17年来第一次不同寻常的心跳。更多时候,我们坐在江边的岩石上聊天,他给我描绘大城市里的纷繁美丽,而我则设想着将来我们一起在城市里读
The town is remote and quiet, and I love literature and art, self-righteous, addicted to their own imagined the narrow world, turned a deaf ear to all people and things around. He wore a white T-shirt, jeans, dark eyes and hair, carrying school bags standing in the white brick black tile classroom door. He only looked for a few seconds, just like an acquaintance, walked straight beside me and smiled at me. Although I was ashamed to admit it, I am sure and sure that I felt the first unusual heartbeat in 17 years. More often, we sat on the rocks on the riverside to chat, he told me to describe the numerous beautiful city, and I envision us in the future together in the city to read