天,蓝蓝的,几朵白云悠闲地飘浮着,显得那样的漫不经心,那样的与世无争。路上行者往来匆匆,各种车辆的鸣笛此起彼伏。我,在如此快节奏中放慢脚步沿途看风景,好像很不合拍,仿佛有一种被边缘的感觉。父亲的突然离世,让我好长时间萎靡不振。昨晚又梦到他再三嘱咐我:“工作要用心!”与一棵法桐擦身之际,一片叶飘零而下,伸手,轻轻接住,端详这株曾经也油嫩光亮生机鲜活的枯叶,心中仿佛掠过丝丝怜悯。突然在想:它在离开枝头的刹那是 Days, blue, white clouds float leisurely, it seems so careless, so vying. Passengers on the road rush, whistles of various vehicles one after another. I, in such a fast-paced slow down to see the scenery along the way, seems very out of step, as if there is a feeling of being marginalized. My father’s sudden death, let me long for a long time malaise. Last night I dreamed he repeatedly asked me: “work to be careful! ” And a Fat Tong brush the occasion, a leaf drifting down, reach out, gently catch, look at this strain once also oil tender and bright vitality Fresh dead leaves, as if passing the slightest pity in my heart. Suddenly wondering: it is at the moment of leaving the branch is