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年年想着赏樱,年年错过樱繁时节、匆匆赶到北京东路,站在珍珠桥畔,一任飘落的樱瓣在心头堆积怅惘。今年又复如此,问到每天骑车经过那儿的同事,但说如烟如霞已不可见,一树两树尚有余韵可寻。我默然了,甚至怕去招惹那番懊丧。 多日不见的鹤君突然来访,稍作寒暄,便拉我去市中。鼓楼下车,扯着我手往东走,说去看樱花。我茫然地不知如何作答。我知道他是个恨屋及乌的人,又知道樱花会拨动他心田的那根痛苦之弦。
Year after year to think of cherry, every year miss the cherry blossoms season, rushed to Beijing East Road, standing on the Pearl Bridge, one fell petal accumulation in the heart of melancholy. This year, this is the case again, asking colleagues who ride there every day, but said that smoke and smoke are not yet visible. I am silent, and even afraid to provoke that frustration. He Jun suddenly disappeared after a few days visit, a little greeting, they pulled me to the city. Gulou get off, pulling my hand east, go and see cherry. I dazed I do not know how to answer. I know he is a hate and black people, but also know that Sakura will dial the heart of his heart that painful string.