【正文】 or an illusion, so long as it shows a ray of hope it still urges you on in pursuit of that little sparkle without letup.Deprived of moisture content, soil turns into desert. Deprived of hope, what is there left to a person? A small hope sustains a person for a day, a great one for a lifetime. Human beings cannot do without something to look forward to.媲美林青 一朵雪花的體態(tài)是輕盈的，宛如六枚小銀針，千針萬(wàn)線，給S大學(xué)校園繡出了合身的水晶外套。但是，正如童話世界也有缺陷一樣，文史樓北墻畔一株年輕的龍柏，由于一夜風(fēng)摧雪壓，已經(jīng)傾側(cè)成30176。斜角了。 遠(yuǎn)處走來(lái)幾個(gè)身背照相機(jī)的年輕人二其中那位穿黑呢大衣的姑娘真美，一雙亮晶晶杏核兒大眼，似湖？似星？誰(shuí)也說不清，只惹得路人不時(shí)朝她張望。這群市大學(xué)生攝影協(xié)會(huì)會(huì)員準(zhǔn)備捕捉大自然恩賜的美妙鏡頭，心情舒暢地說笑著，漸漸地走近這棵傾斜的龍柏。 “在文史樓前拍張雪景吧!”一個(gè)渾厚的男中音提議。 “不，這棵龍柏被風(fēng)雪壓斜了，缺乏自然美?！惫媚锬请p纖手朝不遠(yuǎn)處一指。“喏，到生物系的小植物園去，那兒不僅有龍柏，還有雪松、扁柏呢。” 她的聲波在清冽的空間擴(kuò)散，像清甜的冰糖漸漸融化。年輕人留下了一串無(wú)邪的笑聲。 又一個(gè)竹骨梅肌的青年出現(xiàn)在文史樓前，衣服右下擺隱約可見斑駁的油畫顏料污跡。他在欣賞雪景之余，猛然發(fā)現(xiàn)傾斜的龍柏，不滿地輕聲嘀咕：“搞環(huán)境保護(hù)的同志真馬虎，昨晚下那么大的雪，竟沒來(lái)校園巡視，他們對(duì)美的統(tǒng)一性的被破壞負(fù)有間接的責(zé)任!”這位美術(shù)愛好者凝視片刻，靈感的火花映亮心窗，他立刻打開速寫本，涅著炭精棒，勾勒這棵龍柏的體態(tài)輪廓，準(zhǔn)備回宿舍精心畫一幅漫畫，連畫名也想好了，就叫做：《一株龍柏的控訴》。他離去時(shí)遺憾地?fù)u頭嘆息，眼波里顫動(dòng)著一絲失望的情緒。 微弱的陽(yáng)光下，急匆匆地走來(lái)一個(gè)肩挎舊書包的青年工人，他是來(lái)旁聽中文系選修課的。突然，一陣風(fēng)吹拂龍柏樹，揚(yáng)起無(wú)數(shù)雪沫，灑在他頭上、身上。，他一看手表立刻加快步伐走去。 一會(huì)，他帶來(lái)一把鐵鍬、一截舊茅竹、橡皮帶，手腳麻利地不停地勞作，那株傾斜的龍柏終于挺直了脊梁，牢牢地屹立在校園。 上課鈴聲響了。他疾步如飛地向教室奔去! 靜謐。點(diǎn)點(diǎn)不同的淺藍(lán)色腳印留在雪地里，組合成一行行無(wú)人辨識(shí)的文字，蘊(yùn)藏著精致微妙的內(nèi)涵。那株龍柏靜靜注視著面前的雪地，仿佛苦心思索關(guān)于美的神秘的定義。BeautyLin QingSnowflakes are light, each having six tiny silver needles. Last night, they worked together to weave a wellfitted crystal outfit for the campus of S University. However, nothing is perfect, not even in a fairyland. 39。Me young dragon cypress at the north wall of the Humanities Building was bent over at a 30 degree angle after the night’s snowstorm.Several students carne from a distance, each carrying a camera. Among them was a girl in a black wool overcoat. She was a real beauty, her almondshaped eyes like pools of clear water or bright stars in the sky. It was hard to tell which they resembled more, but she herself was certainly eyecatching!These members of the town39。s College Photographers Society had e out to capture the beautiful scenery endowed by nature. Laughing and talking merrily, they were approaching the leaning cypress.Let39。s take a shot just in front of the Building! a rich baritone voice suggested.No, this cypress is bent by the storm and lacks natural beauty, the girl responded. Pointing to a place nearby, she proposed, Why don39。t we go to the small garden they went, leaving their carefree laughter behind.Another slim young man appeared at the Building, his coat stained with paint somewhere down the right corner. In appreciation of the snow scene he suddenly caught sight of the bent cypress, lie grumbled to himself. The gardeners were indeed very negligent. They didn39。t even e out to patrol the campus in such a heavy snow as last night39。s. They should he held partially responsible for the ruin of the harmonious beauty of nature. The amateur artist was staring at the bent cypress when inspiration flashed into his mind. He quickly opened his sketch book and drew an outline of the cypress with his charcoal pen. He planned to develop the sketch into a cartoon, when he got back to the dormitory. He had even figured out a title for it, A Cypress Complains.” He left with a sigh of sympathy for the bent tree and a flicker o disappointment in his eyes.In the dim sunlight, a young worker, with a worst bag on his shoulder, was hurrying to the Chinese Department to audit a selective course. All of a sudden a gust of wind blew over the bent cypress, shaking the overlaying snowflakes down onto the young man39。s head and shoulders. He looked up and noticed the tree. Then he slowed his steps, took a glance at his watch and hurried away.In a short while, he came back with a spade, an old bamboo stick and a piece of rubber hand. He worked with his deft hands on the bent cypress, until it was straight again. The bell for class was ringing and he dashed to the classroom.Silence reigned. Faint bluish footprints, of all shapes and sizes, farmed in the snow lines of illegible words with subtle implications. That cypress was quietly gazing at the snow, as if meditating on the mystery of beauty.槍口徐光興 官?gòu)?fù)原職的N省建材局楊局長(zhǎng)和李秘書，走在篙草叢生、蘆荻疏落的湖邊。 “煙中列峋青無(wú)數(shù)，雁背夕陽(yáng)紅欲暮。”西風(fēng)，秋水，雁陣，銜著落日的遠(yuǎn)山，交融在一起，更增添打獵者的無(wú)限興致。 “嘎——”傳來(lái)一聲水禽被驚動(dòng)的鳴叫。楊局長(zhǎng)從李秘書手里接過一支嶄新的獵槍，愛撫地摸了一下。它是雙筒槍管，槍身瓦藍(lán)錚亮，槍口黑黝黝的，有一股逼人的寒氣。貨三十多年前他打游擊時(shí)，也沒拿到過這樣的槍。 “吱嘎——嘎呷”，從附近湖面的荷梗殘葦中，竄出幾只白頸黃蹼、羽毛灰麻麻的水鴨子，在空中撲騰亂飛，驚悸聲聲。趕著獵狗的捕獵社員，也悄悄地摸到這兒。好幾支獵槍的槍口，同時(shí)瞄準(zhǔn)了這些空中獵物。 “砰——”老楊開槍了。一縷白煙消散，一只水鴨子像斷線的風(fēng)箏，從半空中墜下。 “打中嘍，打中嘍!楊局長(zhǎng)，你真不愧是當(dāng)年游擊隊(duì)里的神槍手?！崩蠲貢駛€(gè)孩子似的跳著嚷著，奔過去撿獵獲物。 老楊只是“嘿嘿”笑了幾聲，拍著槍連聲說：“好槍，好槍!” 他倆朝熄了引擎的黑色小轎車走去。老楊說：“老王這家伙，介紹的地點(diǎn)還蠻不錯(cuò)呢?！? 李秘書試探地湊上前去說：“他是您的老部下嘛。這次他請(qǐng)您批50噸建材物資給他……” “你不要為他做說客。不批，半個(gè)字也不批；針尖大的洞，也會(huì)刮進(jìn)斗大的風(fēng)。咱黨員干部，那歪門邪道不要搞?！彼Ａ艘幌?，朝煙波迷茫、水天一色的湖面瞧去。‘“好景致，可惜婷兒沒有同來(lái)。” “她今天有更高興的事兒。”李秘書故作神秘地笑笑說，“王主任托了文化局的老馬，同意把您的女兒調(diào)到省實(shí)驗(yàn)話劇團(tuán)工作。” “嗯?”老楊的眉毛擰了個(gè)結(jié)。李秘書只當(dāng)沒察覺，坐進(jìn)轎車，手扶在車門上，仿佛自言自語(yǔ)地說：“就拿這輛車來(lái)說吧，也是王主任出力調(diào)撥給您的。那回大姐犯病進(jìn)院，還多虧這輛車接送。” “該死，早把我當(dāng)獵物給瞄上了?！彼乱庾R(shí)地?cái)z緊槍把想。李秘書一限溜到槍上，像又想起什么說：“王主任知道您喜歡打獵，這支獵槍，就是他特意托人專程送到您家的……” 車發(fā)動(dòng)了。老楊陡然一驚，不覺倒抽一口冷氣：黑黝黝雙筒槍口，冒著寒氣，就像兩只黑洞洞的眼睛，死死地瞄準(zhǔn)了他……The MuzzlesXu QuangxingYang had just been sent back to his former post, Chief of the Provincial Building Material Bureau.Later one afternoon he was walking with Secretary Li, hunting beside the lake where wormwood grew abundantly among scattered reeds. There were seemingly endless green mountain ranges stretching into thin mist, and wild geese silhouetted against the glow of the setting sun. An autumn stream ruffled by the west wind, and the lines of wild geese set against the background of distant mountains embracing the sinking sun, harmoniously merged to enhance the joy of the hunters.Quack!” came the cry o a startled water bird. Bureau Chief Yang took the brandnew hunting gun from Secretary L and caressed it with affection. It was a doublebarreled shotgun with a shining blue body and a pair of chilling black muzzles. He had never held such a fine weapon, not even in those days of guerrilla warfare thirty years before.Quack! Quack! Out flutter