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今天是星期天,雨停了,我想选几朵红色的和白色的玫瑰花带到我的墓地去,这些玫瑰花是她为祭坛做花环而种的。今年冬天沉闷得令人害怕,雨后的早晨充满了凄凉的情景,我不禁想起镇上埋死尸的那座山头。那是片光秃秃的坡地,看不见树木,一阵风过后,偶尔会飘来几朵树绒。雨停后,晌午的太阳肯定会把山坡上泥泞的土地晒干,不仅如此,它还会一直钻进我的墓穴里,使我幼小的躯体腐烂,与昆虫壳和草根混杂在一起。我曾想飞上祭坛摘下几
Today is Sunday, the rain stopped, I would like to choose a few red and white roses to my graveyard, these roses for her altar made of garland. It was dreary this winter and the morning after rain was full of desolate conditions. I can not help thinking of the hill where the dead body of the town was buried. It was a bare slope, trees can not be seen, after a gust of wind, occasionally floated a few velveteen. Noon, the sun at noon will certainly dry the muddy soil on the slopes after the rain, and it will not only continue to dig into my grave, but will make my young body decay, mixed with insect shells and grass roots. I wanted to fly off the altar few times