永无止息地在时光的隧道中漫游、穿梭,剥落记忆的斑驳,箜篌有声。一本书,有时就是一段奇缘。《追风筝的人》就这样静静地存在于我的世界。触摸着绮丽的书页,仿佛一轮皎洁的新月,轻缓地投影在我的生命之湖。留下的,是一抹绰约的清丽剪影,挥之不去。窸窣的翻动声,就如大漠中悠远的驼铃,牵引我来到书中的世界。张裂的兔唇、脏兮兮的牛仔裤、零星的枪响、漫天的烟火、火红的石榴和黑色的布卡。我深深地陷入了故事中——微闭双眼,阿富汗被弹火 Never stop in the tunnel of time roaming, shuttle, peeling mottled memory, sobbing sound. A book, sometimes is a fantastic. “Kite Runner” so quietly exist in my world. Touched the beautiful book page, as if a bright new moon, gently projection in the lake of my life. Left behind, is a graceful Qingli silhouette, linger.窸 窣 flip sound, like the distant camels in the desert, pulling me to the book world. Cracked lips, dirty jeans, spooky guns, sky fireworks, fiery pomegranates and black cloths. I am deeply into the story - micro-closed eyes, Afghanistan was fired