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在剧院里,我一直没有看见我的父亲。我只能看着人们一点点地消去。从满堂喧嚣,到死寂至恐慌。漆黑的世界,没有光亮的一点。仿佛窒息在水中,抓不紧稻草。慌张,不安。父亲……你,来了吗?时间是夜里11点20分,剧院门口冷冷清清的。晚风很凉,呼啸地灌满我身体的每一个角落。我站在剧院外的路灯下把头上的孔雀羽毛扯下来捏在手里,赌气地跺了跺脚。男生苏楠从后面将他的外套披在我肩上时,他家漂亮的车子恰巧在距离我们不足一米的地方
In the theater, I never saw my father. I can only watch people disappear a little. From the hustle and bustle, to the silence to panic. Dark world, there is no bright point. As if suffocation in the water, grasp not straw. Twitter, restless. Dad ... you, come? Time is 11:20 night, the theater door deserted. The breeze is very cold, roaring to fill every corner of my body. I stood on the street lamp outside the theater, peacock feathers on his head ripped down in his hand, stomping pockmarked. When the male student Su Nan put his coat on my shoulder from behind, his beautiful car happens to be less than a meter from us