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不知何时,我与她的关系开始变得微妙。不知所措的小踌躇,在听着耳边的“狂轰滥炸”的轰鸣声中逐渐消匿,这个年龄特有的“自我感”领着它的木偶关起重重的木门。背影与她寂寞的叹息在光晕的交织下重叠,重叠……许是自小便和爷爷奶奶生活在一起,所以更爱与两鬓斑白的他们诉说学校中的趣闻乐事,爱在他们面前带着撒娇倾诉那一摞摞书本的高度,引得身旁的她总会带着一股酸味,埋怨:“这个女儿啊,算是白生养了。”我轻抿嘴唇,佯装生气地朝着她的方向嘟囔:“是啊,是啊,可是这又有什么办法呢?”
I do not know when, my relationship with her began to become subtle. Overwhelmed by a small hesitation, listening to the ears of the “roaring bombing” roar gradually disappear, this age-specific “sense of self ” led the puppet off the heavy wooden door. Back with her lonely sigh in the halo of intertwined overlap, overlap ... ... Maybe since childhood and grandparents living together, so more love and two shades of white they tell the fun stories in the school, love in front of them with Jiaozhe talk about the height of the pile of books, attracted her side always with a sour, complained: This daughter, ah, be white-born. “I lightly lip, pretended angrily toward her Direction muttered: ”Yes ah, yes ah, but what is the solution?"