敢挂我电话,周一早晨我就把这个贴到你们班前门上。”
“算你丫的狠!”顾览一咬牙,一横心,攥拳说道,“你念吧!谁尴尬谁是孙子。”
叶钦咳了两声清清嗓子,用标准端正而优雅的强调,缓缓念道:
“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life……
Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals……”
青春不是年华,而是心境;青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝,而是深沉的意志、恢宏的想象、炽热的感情;青春是生命的深泉在涌流。年岁有加,并非垂老;理想丢弃,方堕暮年。岁月悠悠,衰微只及肌肤;热忱抛却,颓唐深至灵魂。
顾览沉浸在叶钦的声音中,安静地听他读完,才会心一笑说:“是塞缪尔厄尔曼的《青春》,我还以为会是原创的情书呢。”