
To Paul, Rita was something sacred. She was his friend, his comrade and ...
近一个月的自由生活今日作别。 为了“迎接”二姐和老爸从乡下归来,今天“临时抱佛脚”地做了一些表面清洁工作,以避免泼辣的二姐回来到处炸毛。 但最终...
The day came when they both went to the Merchants Park, littered with br...
每一个夏天,我都要重复臆想与杜撰“云朵与花儿”的故事,仿佛它们注定为伴,注定故事不断。 岁岁年年,相似的场景,相似的风景,相似的欢悦,连我拍摄的...
" See the sky? It's blue. Now your eyes are just like that sky. That's n...
Youth, infinitely beautiful youth, when lust is still not understood, an...
For a few instants she looked at him, and then came a flood of pity and ...
This first, still unconscious affection which had stolen into the life o...
今日拜读《追水成瀑》,慢慢走近一枚诗人的灵魂,感觉他“热烈而孤独;柔软而倔强;浪漫而悲悯;理想而野性;执拗而长情……” 必须承认,我已经多年不读...