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一 One “撑起油纸伞，独自彷徨在悠长悠长、又寂寥的雨巷……” "Hold up the oil paper umbrella and wander alone in the long and lonely rain lane..." 不知是什么时候，我第一次听到这些句子，那些文字结合成一幅熟悉又陌生的画面，竟与脑中令我魂牵的影像一拍即合。顿时，一切文辞，一切藻饰，都变得庸碌又黯淡；取而代之的是那条湿湿、凉凉的雨巷…… I don't know when I heard these sentences for the first time. Those words combined into a familiar and strange picture, and even matched with the image of my soul in my brain. Suddenly, all the words, all the trellis, have become mediocre and gloomy; instead, it is the wet and cool rain lane 我将雨巷结成一个个美好的梦，于是雨巷又成为我残梦初醒的地方。 I will form rain lane into a beautiful dream, so rain lane has become the place where I wake up for the first time. 我时常来到那条雨巷，不知是回忆，还是幻想？…… I often come to that rain lane, I don't know if it's memory or fantasy 二 Two 想来人生的历程，其实就是在追逐一个又一个、大大小小的梦想。追逐像一条绳子，一端系在梦想身上。在绳的另一头，我们用力地拉着，直至愈拉愈近，愈来愈感到身临其境的快感。梦想的光芒与热，一点点转移到我们身上。 | 
