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我希望我的伤口能在阳光的照耀下愈合,身后,便是永远不再了的人和梦。——题记我在这个冬日里想着不远后的春天,至少这样能让我感到暖和一些。春天的阳光一定好美、好美。这么多天来,好多人在我面前分别、哭泣,我弄不明白为什么上天让这么多人承受着相同的伤痕,而且一痛再痛。碎了,一切都碎了,在一地凌乱的碎片中,我隐约看见了碎了的梦,碎了的过去,我说不出口。渐渐看着花儿们离去,离开我的生活、我的梦,我总是沉默,像被施了魔法的布娃娃一样,坚守着廉价的固执。
I hope that my wounds will heal under the sunshine, and behind them, people and dreams will never be gone. - Inscription I am thinking about the spring time in this winter, at least this will make me feel warmer. The spring sunshine must be beautiful and beautiful. In so many days, many people were crying in front of me. I couldn’t understand why Heaven so many people suffered the same scars and pained them again. It was broken, everything was broken, and in the shattered pieces of the ground, I vaguely saw the broken dream. In the broken past, I could not say anything. Gradually watching the flowers leave, leaving my life, my dream, I always silent, like a magical rag dolls, stick to the cheap stubbornness.