一
One
“撑起油纸伞,独自彷徨在悠长悠长、又寂寥的雨巷……”
"Hold up the oil paper umbrella and wander alone in the long and lonely rain lane..."
不知是什么时候,我第一次听到这些句子,那些文字结合成一幅熟悉又陌生的画面,竟与脑中令我魂牵的影像一拍即合。顿时,一切文辞,一切藻饰,都变得庸碌又黯淡;取而代之的是那条湿湿、凉凉的雨巷……
I don't know when I heard these sentences for the first time. Those words combined into a familiar and strange picture, and even matched with the image of my soul in my brain. Suddenly, all the words, all the trellis, have become mediocre and gloomy; instead, it is the wet and cool rain lane
我将雨巷结成一个个美好的梦,于是雨巷又成为我残梦初醒的地方。
I will form rain lane into a beautiful dream, so rain lane has become the place where I wake up for the first time.
我时常来到那条雨巷,不知是回忆,还是幻想?……
I often come to that rain lane, I don't know if it's memory or fantasy
二
Two
想来人生的历程,其实就是在追逐一个又一个、大大小小的梦想。追逐像一条绳子,一端系在梦想身上。在绳的另一头,我们用力地拉着,直至愈拉愈近,愈来愈感到身临其境的快感。梦想的光芒与热,一点点转移到我们身上。
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