七堇年说:“在梦境溶解的时刻,记忆凝固成一座雕塑。 ”
其实,在梦想产生的时候,心里也会有一座城堡。
十一月,是幻梦的季节。梦的起点,是英语课前的speech ,主题是my dream 。
学校的冬季,就连阳光也显得惨淡无力。整个校园像一幅塞尚的静物画,有风,却没有树叶的沙沙声。我撮着手心的汗,开始my speech 。
My dream is to be a poet …I want to buy an island somewhere in Australia .There I may have some sheep on the grass with her .Then I may look into her bright eyes and she will wear her specific smile and you know
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