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有一个念头一旦冒出来就会不可抑制地蔓延,像一团棉花堵塞在胸腔里,整整一天都不会愉快。这个念头是:如果奶奶还活着就好了。这当然是在受了委屈的时候,或者在中秋节时,寂寞像小虫子悄然爬上心头的时候。我在一整天里噘着嘴,一个人呆呆地坐在秋天的土坡上,望着田野上的水洼,空中游荡的云,有时是一阵毛毛细雨,大片的红高粱立在水中。当然,背景是童年,在乡下。那时候,我和爷爷在村头的苹果园里生
Once an idea emerges, it will uncontrollably spread, like a block of cotton clogged in the chest, the whole day will not be happy. The idea is: If my grandmother is still alive Of course, this is when grievances, or in the Mid-Autumn Festival, when loneliness as a small insect quietly climbed my heart. I pouted all day long, a person sat slumped on the slopes of the fall, looking at puddles in the fields, clouds wandering the air, sometimes a drizzle, a large piece of red sorghum stand in the water . Of course, the background is childhood, in the country. At that time, my grandfather and I were born in the apple orchard in the village