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朋友说,不开心的时候抬头看看天空吧,它那么大,一定可以包容你所有的烦恼……在听到这句话之前,我并不在意抬头看天的那种感觉,总让我有一种无言的孤独和寂寞。明明近在咫尺,却又遥不可及。家乡的天空如今远不及脑海中残余的镜头那般清澈,但记忆尚存,那些深爱的东西有了深刻的记忆,尘封于心底,便不愿再伸手触碰,怕破坏了那份极致的美。来到这个陌生而又逐渐熟悉的城市很久了,不知道从何时起,每当走在阳光下,都忍不住抬头看看天,有意亦或无意间,贪恋上了那份惬意。只在不经意间,侧
A friend said, looking up at the sky when it is unhappy, it is so big, it will be able to accommodate all your troubles ... ... Before I heard this sentence, I do not care about the feeling of looking at the sky, always let me have a Silent loneliness and loneliness. Obviously close at hand, but out of reach. The sky in my hometown is nowhere near as clear as the remnants of my mind, but the memory still exists. Those who love deeply have a deep memory, and I do not want to reach out again for fear of damaging the extreme nice. Came to this strange and gradually familiar with the city for a long time, do not know from when, whenever in the sun, can not help but look up to see the day, intentionally or accidentally, covet the share of cozy. Only inadvertently, side