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儿时,许多人都曾对着似乎不变的蓝天白云发呆:什么时候长大?弹指间,却有太多成年人在高速流转的社会大容器里,偶而探出头来透口气:最美还是童年时。当这个属于儿童的日子来临的时候,这种惶恐分外强烈,我们是否还有权拥有这么一个节日?借它来洗涤一下我们已沾满那么多俗世尘埃和疲惫的心灵? 今年是多事之秋。当伊拉克战争敲碎了世界的安宁,当SARS的阴云让人群惶惶不可终日的时候,那么多平日里奢侈的烦恼和寂寞才开始退尽,生命的无
When I was a child, many people were staring into the seemingly constant blue sky and white clouds: When did you grow up? There were too many adults in the high-speed circulation social containers, and occasionally stuck their heads to breathe: the most beautiful Childhood When this child’s day comes, this kind of fear is extremely strong. Do we still have the right to have such a festival? It is a matter of fact that we should wash through it the time we have so much earthly dust and exhausted soul. When the war in Iraq crushed the peace of the world, when the cloud of SARS made the crowd panic, so many days of extravagant troubles and loneliness began to run out. No life