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我是一个脚手架。就是那种再平常不过的,几根木材一捆就可以被人踩在脚下的脚手架。生活是日复一日的乏善可陈。重复的奔向各个工地,重复的被人踩在脚下,重复的听着单调的敲砖叠瓦声,重复的整日独自寂寞……不过这样也好,我有了大把大把的时间用来幻想。我总会想,如果一开始是被挑选到一米之外的那一堆里会怎样,会不会是云泥之别?我是不是会做一幢新房的顶梁柱?或者还依在我亲爱的母亲怀里,汲取着她丰富的养分,不断长高、长粗、长壮,直耸入天,与白云嬉戏?很清楚那只能是想想。现实里,每天的路程是一段又一段冷冰冰的反射着煞白的光的水泥地面。我觉得,这实在是一种
I am a scaffolding. Is the kind of commonplace, a few pieces of timber can be trampled on the foot of the scaffolding. Life is lackluster day after day. Repeated toward each site, repeatedly being trampled at the foot, repeated listening to monotonous brick shuffling, repeated lonely all day long ... ... but so Ye Hao, I have spent a lot of time with To fantasy. I always wondered what would have happened if the beginning was a pile of rice that was picked up one meter away. Will it be a pillar of a new house? Or will it depend on my dear The mother’s arms, drawing her rich nutrients, growing taller, longer, strong, straight into the sky, playing with the clouds? Clearly that can only think of it. In reality, every day’s journey is a period of cold concrete surface reflecting the white light. I think this is really kind