我们并肩走在校园的林荫道上,彼此沉默着。隔在我们之间的是一副小小的耳机。她听不见鸟儿的欢唱,树叶的呢喃,与这些悦耳的声音同时传来的是寂寞。耳机曾常常给我以这样的冰冷——眼神仿佛游离飘散于空气中,机械的脚步好像踏着特定的节奏,长而醒目的接线从耳旁垂下。我与塞着耳机的他们擦肩而过,也是两个世界的相遇,我耳中虫鸣鸟啼的世界和他们耳中翻滚的流行世界。我总想他们也许并不懂得摇滚的艺术,却在从未思考过的随波逐流中,舍弃自然之声,让这喧闹 We walked side by side on the campus avenue, silent with each other. Between us is a little headphone. She could not hear the singing of the birds, the whispering of the leaves, and the lonesomeness came with these pleasing voices. Headsets have often given me such a cold - the eyes seemed to drift loose in the air, the pace of the machine seems to be on a specific rhythm, long and eye-catching wiring hanging down from the ear. I pass them by with the earphones, the world where the two worlds meet, the world of insects and birds in my ears, and the popular world in which their ears roll. I always think that they may not understand the art of rock and roll away the voice of nature in a drift that has never been thought of