The cold season, please forgive my leave


Tonight, the garden shake the branches like spring breeze, the pear falls on the brow. The time has been wasted, the dream Confidante is empty. Unfortunately, who can handle him? Perhaps, most, such as this Haomiao enpachenille embroidery, as gone with the wind, roaming in the unknown the remotest corners of the globe, no longer meet!

Remember your fingertips touch the gentle, is I have seen the most reluctant dream. Also remember you gently back and smile, is I most unforgettable. I experienced from the beacon of the helpless, let go of your hand, alone in the lonely life in a day.

I don't know, waiting for who? Love is the beauty of the flower, in your tattle and prate, gone with the wind. And with your heart, and my heart is tired. Love is meager, Acacia into ash, red drunk, sing sing, back, but unable to write, this all right and wrongPublic Cloud.

Sleep in the swing of the night, who can sleep without you? Wake up in the midnight silence desolate winter, who can accompany who until dawn? Use this loaded with too much memory thoughts, repeating yesterday's plot. And that the fleeting time, take away the dust fog. If the clouds leisurely days, still will remind some broken memory, clear it so obviousDBA Hong Kong.

Once wandering in the whirlpool of love, not before, because met Confidante beauty, blood. Often in the quiet of the night writing, those who were across the fundus of Can Xue, embedding a paper into poetry.

Wind was blowing, blowing past melancholy, let me be full of worries for the sweet time yesterday. Some people find it difficult to forget, some feelings indelible. If it is destiny, why let I embarrassed? If that is the end, why let me sad?

Boring wind did not sleep tonight, 'emotions more obvious. How could such a poor! Infatuation absolute return was desperate experience. This is staying? Is stupid? Or stupid?

Silent night, all is no want to read. The past with the smoke, blurred my sight. The past has been lost, in this life the most bitter season. Inability to miss, why, can't accompany me forever.

All the original, I just only one party is willing.

When you become my memories back, I have been waiting years old. Not in sad, not confused, because I will be your face away. To my sunset sunset, tea memories, I will remember you?

When you become my memories back, I have been wandering alone in the wind. Don't miss, not in the memory, because my heart has gone with the wind. Let this worry still meet in the initial, brushed my dream interest.

When you become my memories back, I have to understand what is the ending of the drama. Not alone, not lonely, because I only love has been lost in the wind. The cycle of seasons, one winter, I already know how to forget.

When you become my memories back, I have put away all the emotions. Not in the infatuation, not in the pictures, because I have been waiting at the next intersection. When you have not in place, not in your footprint.

When you become my memories back, I will have a diary with a fall. Not in the naive, not the silly, because I have been gathering dust in the past. Even I do not know where you can happy life, at least, I don't have bitter memories.

萍水相依,靜好若安


總有一些話,濕潤在胸口,一方錦帕也擦拭不掉的思念;總有一把傘,躲在樹後,悄悄的為你撐過那個雨季;總有一些人,彼此天涯,卻悄不經意的想起,挽手細數星空的繁點。那個人,那片景,那份友情,疼在那礦物質補充品裏,也想念在夜裏。

距離是朦朧的遙遠,以為隔斷了相見,就會在新的面龐裏忘卻舊人,殊不知,舊人留在記憶裏的那盞茶,愈是久遠愈是香醇,連回憶都是婆娑甘甜。連桌邊擱置的咖啡都是苦澀,不及茶香的沁芳。

望雨寫詩,畫筆濃情,劃過手心的淚痕冰凝亞洲知識管理學院風的身體裏,散開了,卻又撩撥著情思;憶起那段年華,一起漫步,訴說青春的浪漫憧憬;憶起那幀誓約,即使嫁為人婦,也要堅守友情的想念。那些畫面,已經久遠,不曾紀念,卻不曾忘記。

各自漂泊,各自天空,各自安好。忙碌的時候,會偶爾忘記聯繫,忘記遙寄一張明信片;但是想哭的時候,總是想借她們的肩膀,像個長安怨婦般喋喋不休的傾訴;想笑的時候,也會提著裙擺喜鵲似的高聲叫嚷。也許,在心裏,她們svenson史雲遜有效護髮中心永遠是那個小小的港灣,任憑彼岸天涯。

蒹葭白露,捨下那份素雅,誤入紅塵深處,越過一座又一座圍城,腳底染了塵埃,也惹上了風霜;那處斷橋,依舊;那輪明月,依舊;那張容顏,卻褪了色;連記憶都塗了色彩。可撥開記憶的碎影,那份汪倫情,依舊深潭桃花。

相遇,是緣;相惜,是情。曾經我們懂得彼此,攜手搭建了那一彎長橋,橋下流水不息,橋上歌聲綿綿。任時間翩躚,我們都會回望那座長橋,走遠了,都會回頭重溫當年的青春。

不是忘記,而是深藏;不是不知,而是願意包容;那段歲月,不曾告知我的想念,但是心裏卻銘記那份友情;那個雨季,沒有送去那把傘,但是流水落花捎去了我的心意;那個午後,沒有寄去信箋,但是郵寄了思念。但,我真的很是想念。

後視鏡,車窗前,掠過山水重重,過往的身影千千萬萬,總是不經意的回頭,尋找那抹熟悉,尋找在一起的放肆;但是都不是,他們和我一樣,都是過客,在紅塵流浪,彼此掛懷。

在最深的夜裏,聽著歌,淚流滿面,即使身邊有人遞過紙巾,幫著擦拭眼淚,但是仍舊懷念那年雨季;在最亮的舞臺上,翩然起舞,掌聲不斷,哪怕讚譽聲蓋過滾滾滄海,但是總感覺遺憾,沒有當年的天真。

一剪影,一樹殤,一紙的想念。文字繾綣,也是情意潭淺。歲月不再,韶華漸逝,彼此都拾掇了那份美好,不願化解那個劫,只想在想念裏彼此祝福,靜好,若安。

也許,很久都不會再相遇;也許,身邊又有了新的風景;也許,花落了還是無人憐惜;但是,萍水相依的感動會沉澱在茶杯裏,荏苒雲起,都靜靜的等在那裏。
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