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不知为何,我想起这几个字:忧伤及其爱。有时我也很奇怪,为什么我从小就喜欢尖顶的教堂,喜欢寺庙。我一直生活在都市,心灵却在俗世和出世之间徘徊,诗歌与宗教是存于地下与宇宙中的宝贝,当我找到她的时候,她早已经在那里等我。她如同一个人,天真,但不浮浅;成熟,但不世故;从未见过又一见如故;高如观世音,又直抵心灵。我喜欢她为我的人生营造的氛围,我常常要给感觉充分的空间,她使我把一个熟悉的事
I do not know why, I think of these words: sadness and love. Sometimes I am also very strange, why I like the spire of the church, like temples. I have lived in the city all the time. My heart is wandering between the earthly and the born. Poetry and religion are the treasure in the underground and in the universe. When I found her, she was there waiting for me. She is like a man, innocent, but not superficial; mature, but not the world; never seen again see the same story; high as the Avalokitesvara, but also arrived at the soul. I like the atmosphere that she creates for my life, and I often have to give enough room to feel that she makes me bring a familiar