论文部分内容阅读
八月,已立秋,夏意却正浓。北京,潘家园,夕阳尚余温。一个白领模样的年轻人,在路边树旁找一处僻静处,卸下双肩包,摊开一块旧布,玉琮、玉璧、玉牌……三十多件白青碧墨的玉器被小心地摆成序列。年轻人鼻梁上架一副眼镜儿,似乎还有些初来乍到、难以启齿的羞赧,也不招揽生意,只低下头,随意拿起一只玉瑗,小心地摩挲着,散发出贼亮的光晕。一位三十岁左右的女子,走过路过,逐渐放慢了脚步。“你这是古玉、新玉啊?”
August, has set the autumn, the summer Italian is thick. Beijing, Panjiayuan, sunset still warm. A young white-collar worker looks for a secluded place by the side of the roadside tree, unloads the shoulder bag and spreads a piece of rag, jade, jade, jade ... More than thirty pieces of white-green jade are carefully Pendulum into the sequence. There seems to be some young people coming to the bridge of the nose glasses, it seems hard to tell the shame, it is unspeakable shame, do not solicit business, just head down, feel free to pick up a jade, carefully lit thundering, emitting a glittering thief. A woman about 30 years old, passing by, slowly slowed down. “You are ancient jade, new jade ah?”