读起这本小说，就像是在无所事事的下午，坐在院子里的老树下、听着一位老人不耐其烦的讲述她的故事。使人不禁想起爱尔兰叶芝的那一首《当你老了》：When you are old 当你老了
--- William Butler Yeats ——威廉·巴特勒·叶芝
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉，
And nodding by the fire，take down this book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; 你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。
How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影，
And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情，
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you 惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心，
And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。
And bending down beside the glowing bars, 在炉罩边低眉弯腰，
Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled 忧戚沉思，喃喃而语，
And paced upon the mountains overhead 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山，
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸。
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这部小说的对话干净利落，读起来十分顺畅，故事情节虽然不夸张但却给人宁静，犹如在静静午后细细品尝一杯清茶一般，非常享受！希望作者君继续加油，期待你的下文，更期待故事有一个美满的结局！
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作者君文笔挺流畅的，读起来舒服，加油！
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很流畅的文笔，读着很舒服，在多一些细致的描写就好了[fa]
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读起这本小说，就像是在无所事事的下午，坐在院子里的老树下、听着一位老人不耐其烦的讲述她的故事。使人不禁想起爱尔兰叶芝的那一首《当你老了》：When you are old 当你老了 --- William Butler Yeats ——威廉·巴特勒·叶芝 When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉， And nodding by the fire，take down this book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来， And slowly read,and dream of the soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神 Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; 你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。 How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影， And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情， But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you 惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心， And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。 And bending down beside the glowing bars, 在炉罩边低眉弯腰， Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled 忧戚沉思，喃喃而语， And paced upon the mountains overhead 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山， And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸。