鲍生微笑着逐位握手告别了。
花开花落，云卷去舒，重温当初罗兰的遗憾，感受着路途的遥远。“敢问路在何方？路在脚下……。”
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秋天已稍稍无声的来临了。我带着我的梦，牵着你的遗憾回到了你离开的小巷，立在你走过的一头。
雨虽未停，风轻轻地吹了过来，倾斜的雨丝滴射在脸上，我独自踏上这条寻梦之路，静已飘落何方？道路的崎岖使我无法前进，压在肩膀的担子使我喘不过气。于是，我下意识中有一种想法，开始选择逃避，独自停留在雨巷里。这条巷好深、好深，深得让我心中略感凄凉；这条路好长，好长，长得让我看不到另一头。我胆怯，听到那种声音；我犹豫，接受男欢女爱；我彷徨，追向失落的您。
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我没有像静那样，为了雨巷中丁香般的姑娘而坚守终生。我始终无法坚持下去，始终学不了她永不放弃。我在雨巷中徘徊，风轻轻地掠过我的脸颊，此刻的我显得有几分凄凉。我不是因为河水能静静地流淌而忧伤，也不是因为香山红叶的飘落而忧伤，那是因为自己的迷惘而忧伤。梦想多遥远，人生多漫长。我——无法诠释，惟有跟随。
秋风呼呼，刮下已失去生机的金扇子，给大地铺上了金毯子。但是它无法刮走我心中的阴霾，静，她签约了吗？我担心极了。独自在雨巷中彷徨，仿佛期待她再次出现，我已找不到出口。在这个拥挤而匆忙的世界上，我进入人海，我踏着别人走过的路，带着迷惘，四出找寻。这时我才发现心中不灭的追求，是浮于现实的繁华和幻想。
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在往事的岁月中，我看见了一张张苦苦思索的脸，她们和我都明白：路过的人就如掠过的一阵秋风。我只是芸芸人生中的一位，曾几何时，狂说着未来及梦想，曾经做过的梦已悄悄溜走，我的心在隐隐作痛，肩上的责任已堆叠成人生的新高度。停留在雨巷里的我，苦苦地思索着；长江如果失去后浪推前浪，大海如果失去巨浪的翻滚，也就失去了壮美；人生如果失去了难得的历程，也就失去了意义。
或许是命运的不幸，注定要将自己缤纷多彩的梦撞碎；或许是天地的无情，终归要将往日的汗水当做泡影放飞；或许是许许多多的难以理解，要见我们折磨得忧愁孤寂；或许是实实在在的磨难，要将我们那坚韧不拔的意志挫败。那么，就在凄惨中反省吧！
别再停留，因为时间的渐逝。雨巷已承载不走我们的重量，展望庭前花开花落，我向太阳挥一挥手，便上路了，我要去捕捉理性的光。
Martin shook hands one by students, smiling good-bye.
Blossom cloud volume to the SHU, revisit the original Roland regret, feeling distant journey. "I dare go? Road at the foot of ... ...."
Autumn has arrived a bit silent. I took my dream, holding back your sorry you left the alley, you walk in a stand.
Rain has not yet stopped, the wind gently blowing with him, tilting the rain drops shot in the face, I dream alone set foot on this road, quiet and falling where? The rugged road that I can not move forward, the burden of pressure in the shoulders makes me hard to breathe. So I subconsciously have an idea, began to run away, stay alone in the Rainy. This section Lane good depth, good depth, won slightly sad to my heart; this road is long, long, and looks so I do not see the other side. I am timid, I heard the sound; I hesitate to accept modern love; I am anxious, you are chasing the lost.
I did not like the quiet, in order to Raining clove-like girl and stick to for life. I still can not adhere to it, could not learn she has never given up. Raining in my wandering, the wind gently Jing me on the cheek, at the moment I seem a somewhat bleak. I can not because the river flows quietly, while sad, not because the falling leaves and sorrow the Fragrant Hills, it is because their own confusion and grief. More distant dream, more than a long life. I - can not interpret but to follow.
Autumn whirring, scraped the gold has lost its vitality fan, to blanket the earth covered with gold. But it can not scrape away the haze of my mind, quiet, and she signed it? I am extremely worried. Raining Wandering alone in, as if looking forward to her again, I have no exit. In this crowded and hurried world, I entered the sea of humanity, I marching others down the road, with a loss, four find. Then I discovered that the pursuit of immortal mind is busy floating in reality and fantasy.
In past years, I saw a picture of hard thinking of the face, they and I both know: people passing off as a quarter-heavy autumn. Among the life I have only one, long ago, talking crazy and dream of the future, once the dream has been done quietly away, My heart is aching, shoulders the responsibility for adult students of the new stack height. Remain in the Rainy inside me, hard to think of; the Yangtze River the waves behind drive if lost before the waves of rolling sea waves if lost, lost its sublime; life history of a rare, if lost, would lose its meaning.
Perhaps the unfortunate fate, bound to their colorful dreams crashing; may be the heartless world, after all the sweat as a bubble to fly past; may be many difficult to understand, to see us tortured lonely sorrow; Perhaps the suffering is real, that indomitable will to defeat us. Well, just sad in reflection it!
Do not stay because of the time of the fading. Rainy has been carrying the weight of us do not go and look before court to blossom, I command a wave to the sun, then hit the road, I’m going to catch the light of reason.
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