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1月27日新春的序幕已经拉开很久了。我躲在某个角落里,放纵着自己的思绪。最近一段时间,脑海里始终浮现着一张照片:初秋,我站在乌兰布统的公主湖畔,背着一个大旅行包,面山向水,嘴角带着孤独的笑意,遥望彼岸金色的白桦林。为我拍照的朋友说,旅行包大了一些,破坏了画面的和谐。现在想来,倒是一种隐秘的真实。走在路上,哪个人不背负着重重的行囊?所不同的,只是其中承载的各异吧。生活,应该是一架最奇妙的机器,每时每刻都在不停地制造着碎片,从无模具,毫无相同之处,甚至不可预测。我能做的,
January 27 New Year’s prelude has been opened for a long time. I hid in a corner, indulge my thoughts. Recently, my mind always emerges a picture: In early autumn, I stood in the Ulanbu Princess princess lakes, carrying a big bag, face mountains and water, mouth with a lonely smile, looked at the other side of the golden Birch forest. The friend who took a photo of me said that the travel bag was a little bigger, undermining the harmony of the picture. Now want to come, it touches a secret truth. Walking on the road, which people do not carry a heavy baggage? The difference is only among the different carrying it. Life should be one of the most marvelous machines, constantly producing fragments all the time, without molds, with no similarities, and even unpredictable. I can do it