五十年前,五位大学生四处漂泊寻找工作,开始人生探险;去年夏天,他们沿着过去的脚印,重燃友情之火。二月深冬的一个清晨,所有的人都只想将严寒挡在门外,将温暖留在屋内。我摊开四肢,在客厅的沙发上躺下来,翻看《夏洛特时报》。这时电话铃响了,“哪位?”我问。“我是克莱·莫布利啊,”电话那头应道。我一下子坐起来,我和克莱大约已经30年没联系了。回想当年,我19岁,克莱20岁。他和我,还有另外3个高中时的伙 Fifty years ago, five university students wandered about looking for work to start their exploration of life. Last summer, along the footsteps of their past, they rekindle the flame of friendship. Early one morning in February, all people just want to keep the cold outside the door, the warmth in the house. I spread out my limbs, lay down on the couch in the living room and read the “Charlotte Times.” Then the phone rang, “Which one?” I asked. “I’m Clay Maubley,” said the phone. I sat up all of a sudden, and I had no contact with Clay for about 30 years. Recall that year, I was 19 years old, Clay 20 years old. He and I, as well as three other high school guys