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那年你說的花開

Thu, 26 Mar 2015 11:45:14 +0900

那年你說的花開

那年歲月靜好，等綠一川煙草，滿城風絮，怎奈，望穿秋水，殘荷凋零，斷了一生依偎，離別洗滌心碎，孤獨一世癡情，終是天涯陌路。彼岸花開葉已落，最是深愛卻錯過，心愁難解，寂寞等待轉輪回。

欲說還休，情到深處，終是逃不過，逃不過款款深情裏，彼此承諾；欲說還休，愛到緣盡，最終換成了，換成了各奔天涯後，彼此失落。

人生的許多事情，只是煙花一瞬，雖是絕世風景，總是稍縱即逝。正如一輪皓月，一池睡蓮。月夜明敞，卻與我無關。

曾經經歷每一個心碎的瞬間，都成了現在無病呻病的源泉。有些事，不是忘不了，也不是不想忘，卻只是在每一個殘缺的路口，都有一種致命的力量，讓我無處可逃。

那年你說的花開，我看見了，只是，你卻不在。時光扭轉，卻已物是人非，昔日觀花賞月的雅致，早已被稠密的寂寥，驅逐到雲天之外。憂傷的渡口，只是多了一個徘徊不前的身影。

現時的風景，渺淡如煙。曾經的鮮豔色彩，早已消逝得不見蹤影，就像那些握不住的歡聲笑語。

庭院深深，是望不穿深深的寂寞，如同夕陽下長長的影子。其實，寂寞只是一個過程，就像這間熟悉的小屋，從這頭，到那頭；從兩個人，到一個人。偶爾也會有風吹過，吹起發絲，個那些剛剛平息的思緒。門前黃葉滿地，是何等的淒涼。那落葉翩飛之中，隱藏的卻又是誰那顆憂傷的心？

繁華逝去，花落成塚，在愛的回光裏，讓我為你跳最後一支舞，情淪心竭，裙袂淋漓，愁腸萬轉，舞盡一生美豔，舞斷來世眷戀。也許是宿命，人世間的恩怨情愁終有定數，許是無意透支了那份濃烈，糜糜深戀覆水難收，撚醉了前塵過往，支離破碎，當時光撥弄記憶的琴弦，當離人搖曳起相思的風鈴，愛，卻已在風中優雅的飄零。

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家族
人世間起起落落
忘了你的青春我未曾來過
你的承諾
何人笑歎歸來遲
光陰不再使你我天真
緣來，人來
等你在天涯海角

我知道妳壹直想讓上天賜妳

Thu, 19 Mar 2015 20:22:33 +0900

我們{相約九八}的時候，是妳的{美瞳}深深打動了我。

那個時候{大約在冬季}，可卻偏偏在眾多佳人裏讓我{喜歡妳}到發狂！

男孩兒的心壹下子空了嗎

 The rain cycle, fall silent
噴嚏連天：感冒？鼻敏感？
壹切平靜，壹切流深
 從門前走過的鄰人
 文字由來的歷史
 我暗戀的人
 皆兮空莫，且無妳我
 秋蟬也到了休息的時刻
 offer choice after choice

直到現在才讓我{領悟}體會，這不是我的{犯賤}。原來是，{愛}情荷爾蒙的作祟！

在這{庭院深深}的時候，{我}為妳書寫愛的詩篇！可是妳{夢裏花落知多少}，明白我的{用心良苦}嗎？

我知道妳壹直想讓上天賜妳{金玉良緣}，可是妳生活在{步步驚心}裏呀！

呵，妳知道嗎？

我昨晚做了壹個夢，夢裏面有壹座{幻城}還睡了壹位女子。正在我{想入非非}的時候！

突然，聽到{公主嫁到}！嚇得我乘坐了壹次{末班車}，進入了[瘋人願}！

可是這裏面卻陰沈無比，間直是{深宮諜影}無法入眠呀！

我努力地拼命{奔跑}！！！

終於，在壹個{車站}看見了妳這個{傾世皇妃}讓我{後知後覺}，變得{情深深，雨蒙蒙}呀！

如今，妳就是我的{唯壹}，讓我{心跳}加速。我只想對妳說壹句：原來，妳這麼{美}呀！

我訪問了壹些身邊的{朋友}，才讓我明白{這就是愛}。我只想對妳說壹句{咱們結婚吧}！

我沒有{神雕俠侶}這武俠，卻有{還珠格}這言情。我不求在{天黑黑}的時候做點什麼？但，還是求妳{趁早}接受我吧！

Do not know when the charge is

Mon, 09 Feb 2015 12:24:36 +0900

I grew up in a village, everyone said I grow up, because I know mother's hard. When I was in primary school, the second grade on the break, everyone in front of the school play (rural school without walls), I suddenly saw the mother carrying than she is several times of sorghum node home, but her legs a lame turn one, there are a lot of leaves have a lock of hair, clothes scattered the forehead, I just looked at, tears in the eyes, tightly bite their lips. The moment I did not cry, the moment I remember.
Since then I every day after school and I carry a foreign high basket, to cut the grass, to break the leaves. I made a small pole, go home 2 miles far well in water, after coming home shoulder swollen unbearable, sister cry, say I'm no good. The sisters are very distressed me, when sleeping in the evening, I dare not take off clothes, that day I grow up. Because the environment is not good, the harvest is not naturally good, every time the father back to rice, only mixed eat, mother every time her that one, for me to eat, there's only one family can only eat white flour, not to mention the cooking. I remember one year summer, mother and sister very late did not go home, we are under the kerosene lamp, waiting. The second day, the sky was dark, the rain under the big scary, mother and sister hasn't come back. My sister and I began to worry, sister out to ask to go to, I and sister wait at the gate, the far looked at the muddy road, looking forward to the emergence of the mother and sister...... Mengmeng rain, I saw my mother in a car pulling, sister behind the push, the car with plastic sheeting, mother and sister were soaked to the skin. One family anxious to sister took back to the house, this just know sister to break off the leaves, fell down from a tree, broke his leg, the mother took her sister to go to hospital. When sleeping in the evening, I saw Mother secretly crying in, finishing his money, one angle, one round. I did not dare to make a sound, outside of that one night very hot, no one silk breeze.

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Life is happy, mother also with our growing up also happy.
One day, I felt a pain in my stomach, my mother hurried to take me to the township in the hospital inspection, second days, borrowed a bike, said to take me to the city. Out of the hospital, my mother told me, okay, just take some medicine. It was noon, not sensible I see selling steamed stuffed bun, must eat, my mother bought some for me to eat, I smell of food, the mother did not eat, just look at me, I took a steamed stuffed bun to his mother to eat, she just bite a small mouth, said, not hungry. I did not eat, said full. Now, whenever I eat baozi, I will remember this thing, every time I have slowly taste, because there are the great maternal love. That year I primary school grade 4.
That year autumn, I I have left my hometown, left me the loving mother, came to Beijing to go to school. That day came very early in the morning, my mother always did not speak, to the station, getting on the bus, I can not help, crying, threw himself into his mother's arms, the mother said, Study hard, don't miss her. The car has been opened, I turned back and saw the mother still stared blankly stood there, watching me, just so a straight look, the car away,. Her sister said, mother always stood there, for a long time did not go.
In Beijing, the study is still relatively smooth, but my father said I lost, because every day I eat a lot of things. I have to write to his mother every week, what say. Then I felt, what is missing, then I planted a tree the thoughts of the tree, and in the keep long, every day I use the blood to pour, with love to culture. Finally to the holidays, parents do not have time to send me home, I insisted on his back, then the Beijing Kowloon Railway did not, can only go to Shijiazhuang to change, I say can, let father assured. I eat a lot of things that day, the Father also very happy.
Finally got home. Finally see mother.
When I got home it was dark, not to eat his mother and two sisters, always waiting for me and my sister, I just walked in the door, the mother to come out, hold me tight, that day, I saw my mother crying. I gave my mother and sisters about the prosperity of Beijing, the mother would then have always looked at me, until I go to sleep. The second day, the mother was complaining about the father should send me back. I saw mother very spiritual out into the busy. The happy time always soon, immediately to the school, the father said, he'll go abroad for a period of time, and we have to go to the mother, sisters say, their big, can take care of a mother, agreed and we go, this one straight Yang mother accompany me finished junior high school. The one time I was most happy, is the love of my life, the most glorious. I was the most happy. Then life better.
Graduates, the mother has to go home, she worried about my sister, worried that home. I decided to go home. In high school, because I know that mother cannot do without me. School is far away from my home, there are five or six pick in the first month, to go home. Every time at the end of the month, mother always find a reason to the village to meet me, do a lot of good to me. My mother said that I was growing up, she first said, she was very happy. The next few years, the sisters were married, I want to go to Tianjin University, the father asked the mother to Beijing, mother says she cannot do without this home, sister also took the mother in the past, but my mother insisted on not to. The ocean, the mother began life at home alone, to exercise the body, mother kept a mu of land, because she knows, I love her

最初的也是最後的天堂

Wed, 21 Jan 2015 18:42:00 +0900

我從不懷疑我是否一直擁有。
青春是一條滿是落葉的林蔭小路，我們一路張揚的跑過，一路笑聲，一路淚水。

【那個站在陽光裡笑意溫柔的少女，陪我成長。】
時至今日，我仍是無法忘卻，當初帥的不可救藥的他穿著紅黑格子相間的襯衫，袖子卷在臂彎上，如白玉般五指纖長伸在我的面前：“拜託你，告訴我她的電話號碼，好嗎？”我背靠著教室的門，腦子裡是無法抑制的眩暈。

當年的你們的故事，沒有結局。

我時常在想，現在的你是不是還跟以前一樣。偶爾看著空白沒有一物的天空裝模作樣的傷感的側臉。偶爾回頭一個瞬間眸裡還是年少不被污染的清澈。偶爾聽著網路上並不是很紅卻讓我揪心非常的歌。

你說你最大夢想就是一個人去陌生的城市旅行，坐著陌生城市的公車，陽光穿過玻璃窗打在臉上，耳朵裡塞著耳塞，那便可以不顧一切，忘記一切。
聽你說完，我笑的時候並沒有體會到你心底深處的寂寞。

親愛的格寶，這是第二年，還是第三年？我不記得了，不過這都不重要不是嗎？重要的是，曾經年少，那場最危險無法自拔的夢，塗抹過我們的青春，讓我們在今天，才能笑的這麼無憾，這麼張狂似乎從不留戀。

可是親愛的，你知道我從來就不能習慣不被陪伴的日子，我從來，都在懷念。
你是不是還會一如初時，堅定的告訴我，你一直在，沒有離開。

【那一年在你眼中看見的光芒，是我此生見過的最純的光芒】

張家夢，這是我們相識的第七年。

這麼長的路走過來，你還會不會笑的那麼放肆那麼張揚那麼不顧一切？你還會不會笑的那麼單純那麼清澈那麼不含雜質？
你還會不會，笑，是為了開心，為了聽了一個笑話，為了看見一場煙花，為了買到你喜歡的東西？
你還會不會，笑，是為了幸福，為了我的一個擁抱，為了某人一句情話，為了突如其來浪漫驚喜？
你還會不會，笑出了眼淚，笑的蹲下去，笑著說自己岔了氣？
你還會不會。

還記不記得我說，人生是一場旅途，時光教會我們的，是換一種看風景的心情。
你在青春裡一路狂奔，你匆忙路過的，你從未在乎的美好。
你永遠不懂我的心疼，就像你從來不會心疼自己一樣。

你離開的這段日子，不久，但漫長。
想起你的時候，忍不住想起來初中時，我們坐在9點的夜幕裡，坐在昏黃的路燈下，你說，小七，我想吃巧克力了。
我說，好，我去買。
我在那個無法遺忘的夜晚，突然看清你的眸中，明亮，清澈。
我曾經一度以為你的眼睛裡藏著星星。

回憶裡的你，是我整個青春裡，唯一的天使。
最初的也是最後的天堂。
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路上未能修成正果的妳，早已將孤單、落寞品味出荒涼

Thu, 15 Jan 2015 18:00:49 +0900

初中時愛聽CD，那是光碟盛行的年代。正版的太貴，我們總愛跑去刻光碟，壹張CD裏有十幾首歌，只需花5塊錢。那時，刀郎的《2002年的第壹場雪》正唱遍大街小巷；聽到《癡心絕對》也會為愛心殤；陳奕迅的《對不起謝謝》還不是很出名，黑白的CD畫面，破碎的玻璃杯、紅色玫瑰、水、火等意象壹壹出鏡，將時間劃出壹道傷痕；初中的我們，也喜歡後弦的《單車》，那年少純純的愛。而《為愛癡狂》第壹次闖入視線，是劉若英穿著牛仔褲、男式外套，剪著短發背吉他。這首錄了三、四年，花了陳升300多萬的歌，專為劉若英量身打造。壹曲成名的背後，更多表現了這位柔弱女生骨子裏的堅強和倔強。由《為愛癡狂》唱到《壹輩子的孤單》，在愛情路上未能修成正果的妳，早已將孤單、落寞品味出荒涼。好比那突然定格的手勢，隱喻無處安放的靈魂，遊離著幾絲滄桑氣息。

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跟姐姐談論奶茶的歌，這位知性藝人的歌曲風格是“以暗戀為主線，失戀為暗線”。許多的歌唱出許多的情，不完美的才是人生，得不到的才會令人深刻。在演藝圈妳不算很美，唱功也不算頂尖。但聽妳的每壹首歌都可以感受到妳在很用心地唱每壹個音符，很用心地在做每壹件事。從唱歌、拍電影、演電視居，再到出書。從滾石唱片公司的小助手到華語最多獎女明星，每壹步走來，都是妳的積累。而爬上全世界的屋頂，除了那份堅持，更多的是承受。承受冷嘲熱諷、質疑與蔑視，還有朋友、親愛的人的離開。

陳升形容妳如壹杯溫暖的奶茶，雖沒有紅酒的高貴典雅，沒有咖啡的精致摩登，卻自有壹種溫閏香濃的芬芳。自此，“奶茶”這個名字像肩膀上的刺青，如影隨形，不離不棄。在節目《桃色蛋白質》中，妳單膝下跪將CD送給師傅陳升而遭拒絕後，哭得很厲害。妳記得陳升說過的每壹句話，CD是歌手用生命完成的，不能輕易送人。其實，妳只是想讓師傅知道妳這些年的努力而已。“不忘初心，方得始終”，妳做到了。無論外界如何評價妳和陳升之間的情感，師徒情也罷，仰慕之情也罷。但有壹點可以肯定：妳很懂得感恩。生命中，給過妳幫助，在最困難時拉了妳壹把的人，妳視為知己、尊為師傅，並將這份情感常存於心。在每場演唱會結束後，妳都會朝觀眾深深鞠躬；在接受魯豫采訪時，妳說：“師傅是永遠的！”；在陳升出書時，妳為之寫序《給九十歲的妳》，在妳心中，師傅始終是值得妳學習、仰望的大樹。

而家境優裕給了妳良好的修養與優雅的氣質。在娛樂圈，感性有之，性感有之，知性少之。而妳就是知性代表，因妳身上還透著清雅的才氣。從《壹個人的KTV》、《下樓談戀愛》、《我的不完美》，妳完成了壹系列創作。對盡忠盡職、陪伴成長的“仆人”，妳寫出了《易副官》；對優雅得體、溫柔賢惠的祖母，妳寫出了《壹世得體》；對淳樸老實、事事盡心的助理，妳寫出了《助理小梅》。妳有顯赫的家世，官至國民黨六軍上將、國防部代理部長的祖父。但妳沒有自視甚高的孤傲，反而如飽滿的麥子般懂得低頭、謙卑感恩。憑著自己的努力，慢慢畫出了自己人生的軌跡。

有壹段時間忙於完成作業，熬夜成了常態。而深夜聽歌，更能讀懂歌。聽阿桑的歌，荒涼、絕望、孤獨從骨子裏滲出來，十分淒冷。而聽奶茶的歌，卻多了幾分溫暖知心，仿佛從中有無形的力量，給予妳希冀追求。而妳最喜歡的歌是《風箏》，陳升寫給妳的歌，妳像風箏壹般，在廣闊的天空自由地飛翔，並擁有自己的壹番天地。但心中牽掛的，始終是風箏軸，因為線在師傅手上。了解壹首歌的背景，再去細細聽壹首歌，別有壹番滋味。

The remembrance

Thu, 15 Jan 2015 11:30:28 +0900

An ordinary afternoon sun lazily, hung in the sky, the wind is still blowing in one direction, in front of the tree is again like silence, only two or three leaves, swirling down, there are two or three birds across the sky, leaving one or two birds, two or three chickens without meaning to tap several times, That's it. And you, in such an ordinary afternoon, closed her eyes to sleep on, the beginning of the world of sleep, you seem to be tired to the bone, not until sunset Xi Chui, too late to wait until the clouds come home, too late to see at a glance the brightest diffuse on the moss, you sleep on it, a life scene began Xie Tai; only, the curtain will never for you and open. February of that year an ordinary afternoon, village some crops crop stopped growing at that moment, there are some hillside village trees stopped breathing at that moment, you will no longer sleep sleep, wake up. From that moment, doomed to all the days of remembrance is for you.

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I walked every piece of land you have worked the. Soil Ke serene, calm as you past the face. A piece of grass is luxuriant grass withered grass has, rod lonely, three two branches broken stem vertical hanging body, fibrillation three two blade of grass rustle, only a few insects and occasionally up, startled grass rustle shake rod. There is also a three three two two long rape, is perhaps the last year on the spilled seeds, perhaps the birds flew to the grain, be in the blues, also drove the pale yellow flowers, in the air and flash flash, like a lonely person's eye; the most proud of is that piece of land you most love. Perhaps the spill three five years of sweat, perhaps is digging up thousands of times, perhaps once touched a piece of soil Ke, the seedlings to soaring, the sorghum, red as blood unexpectedly gorgeous; the corn ah, actually yellow as gold shining; the eggplant ah, unexpectedly such as crystal violet like ice. I can only silently walk, every piece of land you've worked, just follow your footprint, tread on each piece of land in memory, on every crop tears fall.
I walked every mountain you have crossed the. The mountains quiet, silent as your last appearance. I saw several branches of old branches, bark like parched lips chapped, half open helpless eyes, dropping out of semi tears; only vaguely years hung on the branches; I saw several strains of lush trees, mad to branches stretch toward the sky, to seize a drifting cloud, cloud in the wind urges, leaving only a turn; I also saw a few pieces of green, the sun bright colors, such as your eyes clear and transparent, they are sticking my head, want to put the mountain filled with memories. I can only silently walk, you ever climb mountains, just follow your direction, put every tree memories awaken, to each leaf of the past open, let fall into the soil seed germination, let sleeping all the leaves in the aftertaste to wake up.
I walk you have laundry on each side of the pond. Water shallow, quiet as you leave the heartbeat. I saw a Wang Chi water, suffused with some green algae, green thin, graceful as slender fingers. Slip of the spray are hidden into the pond water depths, give me a cold face. I saw another pool of water, three two ducks floating, they not only play, his head buried in the water, seems to be picked up some of the memories of the past, and time is carried away by the water current, the ducks pecked up, only some broken water. Only the nearest the pond, lotus leaf stem three two hold a powder charge, lazily open, no wind, no fragrance waft, only a dragonfly, turn on the flowers, flew away. I can only silently walk, you ever washing pond, in silence, water from the heart through, the gaze, spray from the sky by.

The wind, gently stroking the lotus leaves

Thu, 15 Jan 2015 10:56:22 +0900

Summer, lost the last hint of tenderness. A rain, wet summer fever. The rain early morning, walk slowly on the country road, a wisp of fragrance, attracted my soul. Find the scent, met a fate and lotus.
The first thing that catches the eye, is that a pool of leaves. Numerous extending in every corner of the waters, like the green sea, the wind thrown slightly waves. The wind too, is a ray of light fragrance. A blossoming lotus bloom quietly. White elegance, don't dye dust; red beauty, is not significant vulgar; powder delicate, but not seductive. A flower, like this into the heart, into love. Then days hachisuba infinite Bi, lotus flowers in red. This is a style, provoked many passers-by stopped. And I, are more willing to in this a faint in find a piece of peace of mind.

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The wind, gently stroking the lotus leaves. The sound of rustling, whispering as if between the lovers whisper. I am drunk, in this piece of the lotus of the ocean. I quietly listen to, dare not too close, afraid to scare the pool of dream. The sun, the wind gently swaying lotus, elegant unfolding petals. I seem to hear her shallow breathing, in the morning, in this belongs to the lotus world. If the wind has feeling, also can not bear to leave.
The sun, the rain sliding gently on the lotus leaves, leaving a string of beautiful curve. This quiet and sweet world, belongs to the lotus, belong to me, belong to a quiet heart.
Women have a dream, Ruolian bloom. Elegant Gao Jie, leisurely bloom, silent love. Every woman heart, all embrace in a dream. Childhood dream, is the string of window of the Campanula purple. Loading of childhood all worries and dream, gently swaying years songs. When the dream, filled with the fragrance of the fairy tale. As if just blooming white lotus, don't dye dust. The dream, pure and innocent, just because of love. For all the good love, belong to childhood fairy tale.
Women have a dream, Ruolian bloom. A young girl's dream, that is open in the south of the Yangtze River, blurred dream. With a touch of sadness, hint of melancholy, and clove love dream. As if quietly blooming pink lotus, feminine but not seductive. The girl's dream, built a small city, longing for life in the decreed by fate, longing for a fireworks event; longing for that to his best he; longing for the distant sky, free to fly; eager to encounter a person Whitehead, choose a city to die. The dream, perhaps naive, but it is part of their dream. Sorrow, careful collection. A paper in a, recorded in the fleeting, the most beautiful dream.
Women have a dream, Ruolian bloom. Over the years, the dream is also the time gradually mature. It seems that a windswept HL, beautiful but not vulgar. When the dream, gradually mature. Romance is no longer the theme of life, a shoulder to rely on, a cup of boiling water temperature, a concern regards. Would like to have a heart, the elderly not separation. The earthly fireworks, fireworks love ultimately attributable to the plain.
Women have a dream, 100 thousand red. When in a lotus posture, elegant bloom, light fragrance, aloes most beautiful years, is the most beautiful mark the transmigration of soul.
I hear you from afar, listen to your heart's true voice. Lotus Xinyu, is that a pool of fragrance. Forgotten and independent, fragrance and Qingyuan. Clear water lotus, natural go vulture act the role ofing. Ink painting, paint your style; Tang and song, draw the outline of your soul. "The silt but don't dye, wash Qinglian without demon" when refined people the most intimate whisper, is your heart.
Lotus whispers, is summer feeling. The wind, is your friend; the moon is your lover. Every quiet bloom, tender, into that pool fragrance. If you can, would like to turn into a lotus. In the lotus posture, quiet blooming. Tingting and surplus, a pool of fragrance, quietly blooming. You know or don't know, still beautiful.

人生漫漫，幾度悲涼，幾度春秋

Tue, 06 Jan 2015 17:55:06 +0900

時光不老，青春已散，究竟是誰拉長了我們之間，重復的場面，若有若無的似水情懷，總是在那條靜靜的小路上等待著下壹幕黃昏，故城舊殤，終究走不出小小的壹枕清夢。

人生漫漫，幾度悲涼，幾度春秋，到最後只剩下支影徘徊的長空，不知何時，曾經年少的輕狂，也終究只是這紛亂繁華中最後壹點秋華。

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The road of life
Sad who wait
When the red maple leaf
know about his system and his belief
The world drunk with me
Standing in the history of the ferry, staring at you
On the way
Hungry and love

踽踽獨行，我怕，我怕再也遇不見，再也走不近妳的世界，遙遠的路途，為何不見當初彼此的誓言？妳許我地老天荒，卻留下壹世愁腸，明媚的夕陽，嘲笑著即將老去的容顏，靜守著禪意萬千的流年，在前世刻下的印痕中，尋找我們的風花雪月，尋找那壹頁不朽的古巷長卷。

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情字難寫，壹筆擱淺如夢語，寧忘我，癡夢折疊舞成形。

夜闌風雨，紅顏似花薄似命，奈何心，吟詞哪般無人聽。

阡陌紅袖有人家，轉頭空去，最是相思便是長；

風斜冷雨與寒霜，碧水東流，池皺潸然淚過涼，原是舊模洋。

今宵最是無眠夜，但見長空，月朗人稀，攬醉入懷，壹陣歡顏，醉不知壹聲聲笑語為誰，遙望星河，淚如珠簾，欲寄心事，疏影徘徊，才知闌珊書意，提筆訴願，指尖徜徉亂舞之流年，不問幾許怨恨，壹縷纏綿。

風乍起，小樓空沒，葉蕊爭相鬥艷，不見百花，香卻滿溢，不見出岫雲間，暮不至暮，夜不成夜，泣不成聲，原是相思作孽，奈何曉風瘦月，寸心撥紅塵，幾多朦朧，映出山光水瀲。

賦曲原是西廂宴，斷意難求，輕撚含笑紙上留，壹抹獨白，小軒窗前卷語嫣，恍惚中，箋上幾字傷，不見蔓藤撫春曉，影裏照離人，花落人為亡，未亡人已涼。

The snow bank

Tue, 30 Dec 2014 19:10:25 +0900

That winter night, far away, suddenly and attack, don't turn the old almanac, it has changed the history of the place, is no longer too observant of conventional standards. White hills, covered with a cloud smock; I heard the cotton flower in the pine and cypress sit on the Qing Xi; a cool thing to drill to the collar in the naughty, erect hair opened the six corners of the Su Yi; it does not slow in no hurry, in winter to add enough romantic affection.

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Snowflakes are dancing, chisel off a from the autumn.
In the winter, to look forward to, because the rain came, winter is coming. Cycle of the seasons, to life ferry station ending time. Feeling more. Inventory of the 365 miles of road, there are a few people who reside in your heart? And who was quietly away from? How many instances of sudden change the course of your life?
I still remember the first snow, like a sandstorm blew pear. Diffuse window down. The steps, rime, aestheticism of the winter of the world. But also hurt his mother's bone cross. Received a phone call that moment, snow became my eyes cinnabar, like blood. I can't forget mother child chagrin and remorse, old people, is always the same and birth, disease long spoken English is not clear. As a baby's ah Meng language, let you guess. Sometimes, to think, that's really wonderful.
Old aging, dementia, and baby at the beginning of the long, strikingly similar to ah. With the call of diapers things. This is also a kind of reincarnation. She is serving you hours of state, today, you would repeat return her with you to grow up picture. How hard, how sweet, as falling eyes. Perhaps the busiest days, ignoring the mother's needs, this fall, let the family reunion. Pain close to yesterday's casual.
Looked up, the hospital cafeteria has smoke rising wave. Like floating cloud. So white, is white bed, out of the snow is white. Dull day, messy procedure, different scenery again with me. Unintentional appreciation. The shuttle in the hospital and work. Fatigue, irritability, times get tough. The text also break like the wind, without a trace. For a moment, think, can sleep the last complete sense, is a matter of how extravagant ah. His mother can go, is the most beautiful dream.
Midnight, mother's toilet cleaning. Long corridor, empty. Understands the mother with we grow up is not easy and difficult. All complaints will fade. But the day became long.

Dream bloom

Wed, 17 Dec 2014 18:15:13 +0900

A flower, easily captured my whole world. Look upon the fleeting days, well years moved less than a flower in full bloom.
In the phantom hand shake and crumble, but can't touch you look. There is a piercing voice, called buried courage.
Under the world well-being, Hexi ten years lonely, had personal independence of conduct, but who knows the once beautiful still exists in the dream.

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Do not disturb, is my last tender
If people took heart from the warm
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Lost to a person, lost to a period of time, they lost all the gorgeous.
Some roads are called loneliness, some steps are telling that in a hurry. I do not know their own where to travel. But I think no matter where, should have an invisible swords, fluttering in the story behind. There are corners of the world, also involuntarily.
If the rain still can bring sad, please take me to crawl, so will not suddenly less, not defenseless, never apart.
Love is just a pretext, is more unbearable emptiness in suffering, like the night of total time is divided into two, half of the people sleep, half of them still awake. And the only wake up we always lonely joy, give this empty implant trumped the seeds, look out stunning prosperous squid.
However, how to look, to escape this field approaching sadness? How to save peri, can in the sky painted loud end?
Everyone like planets, according to their track rotation, day in and day out alone, regardless of pain, despair, sorrowful, from the light and heat can only rely on their own to learn far, because not everyone can own light.
At the beginning, hope to do a sun, but later found that even the stars looking at. But often, I feel more like a never static dust, staggering flying in the empty universe, still arrive difficult. Never tired, never stop.
The neon lights in the know how many back cover, asphalt road lonely do not know on the left too much laughter.
At that time, not flying ostrich hid his head in the sand, to see the scenery of the snail is carrying a heavy shell.
Don't know which day which month we liked a girl, don't know which day which month we give up like people, I do not know which year which month we vowed, I do not know which year which month we lost helmet, abandoned a. Finally we forget, we eventually forget. But do all we lost, lost that clearly destroy destroy the footprint, tears and in time.
I asked, these years, what with what, is not alone is our final appearance, is not always adhere to the faith in the imperceptibly changing? But so far, no one give me the answer, a day of good, day after day, live desperate. Night, lying in bed quietly, unconsciously fell into the dream, the short one day, finally announced the end.
Today, I feel very busy, unprecedented, I guess it was fortunate, because this also is the realization of their previous wish, wish he would one day be vigorous alive. Although just live in my world, but I should be happy, isn't it.