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东米 发表于 2014-7-8 11:07:16

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内容简介：这里的雨酣畅淋漓的发泄过之后就停了，还有一抹阳光不愿错过看天边的云朵，看那一幢孤独的高楼，看几个高耸的烟囱，还有网吧里，K房里，意气风发的孩子看不到父母的脸上的皱纹，看在时间都的磨刀下，你选择了谁？泡在这片冰冷的水泥里，泡在

這裏的雨酣暢淋漓的發泄過之後就停了，還有一抹陽光不願錯過今天的最後一刻，火車會慢慢前行，但最終還要在你的眼裏消失，像那綿長的鳴笛，點著最後一點亮光，沖進黑夜。也許你累的不行，但你惶恐的睜大眼睛，你不相信的身邊的每一個人，所以你只能看他們睡，你狠累，你不停地告訴自己不能睡。不能睡，陽光就這樣照進車窗，你還是睡著了。。。

看天边的云朵，看那一幢孤独的高楼，看几个高耸De(的)煙囱，还有那一片青黑的樹叶。。。。。家乡的樹就在你的头顶，郁郁葱葱的清新的绿，还有村庄道路的两边，就那两排洋槐树，安静的延伸到ling(另)一個村庄的炊烟里。jia(家)乡没有高楼，没有烟囱，na(那)个地方该是一片辽阔的田野，一片盛满了蛙鸣与小蝌蚪的池塘，家乡的云朵特别高，天特别的淡蓝，没有忧郁的蓝，总有一种幸福感，父母还在劳作，還在盼儿归，还在刻意藏起两鬓的斑白，可终究藏不住刀口一样De(的)皱纹，藏不住那双厚茧的手。ni(你)说：我的孩子正在长大。你说:孩子回来了你们就只剩享清福了。。。

网吧里，K房里，意气风发的孩子看不到父母的脸上的皱纹，看不到儿时曾牽着自己的大手，一样的夕阳，冰冷的水泥大厦，没有父亲的手去牵着走，没有那几排的树，衣着光鲜的兒子還在笑着笑着流出了眼泪。。。。。。

在时间都的磨刀下，你选择了谁？泡在这片冰冷的水泥里，泡在没有阳光的黑暗里，你有沒有找到自己，有没有找到那条能回到家的归路。。。。

yi(一)pian(片)天，两地相隔：一颗心，千雕万琢

最终的最终，你还说不說的出那句：不悔。。。。

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