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Grow up more and more lonely
07:16, 2009-Dec-7
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Grow up more and more lonely Wear from the lane today, does not know the pear flower in whose courtyard it is has been stretched out of wall. Stop the foot to stare at, it it seemses that each is smiling at me, I smile too Look up at this sky, still as gloomy the same as winter, March obviously, but I can not find the taste in spring. Turn round and look again, that pear flower opens out dazzling and white, spring is not here. See colleague tear, come down by petal slices rose, desk that a dazzling one red. Push away and open the door, in face of the wind, sheds the petal in the sky, then see the petal goes with the wind. Do they say, why are not you like jade of black pigment? Bury the petal. Petal that see on the ground falling scattered wind blowing off ruthlessly, I think why still have black pigment jade? Such 1,000 pieces of samsara, even if black pigment jade reincarnation, will she still be so melancholy? ? So deep sorrow, go through it so long, should too have been diluted by time. It is the night. It is desolate like air. Counting one's own heartbeat silently, is listening to the clock and watch ticktack on the wall, time is passing, time is in the samsara, the ones that do not only change are the stars in the night sky, flash untiringly. This goes through heart eroding time, no longer as carefree and happy as that when being young. Has grown up, worried, the experience, tired, through the whole journey, walk the more lonely. Every day, everybody, each story, the variety that is not all suspending. All person and thing deduce the in riotous profusion world, who is I, a drop of water to cross sea, a grain of sand in the desert, though incorporate this world, but I, like people, isolating. All is happy, carefree, leave with the great waves, all die with sand blown by the wind. I find, I have already been incompatible with this world I disguise one's own mood gaudily dressedly, to cover up the melancholy of heart. Shuttle back and forth in crowd, perhaps everybody wears different masks like me. Yes, we live, however, do not always live for oneself. Having grown up, ones that thought are many too, the range that considers is more overall too. We are complying with law and morality and justice, in bond on this narrow and small space, can to live is no better than to die torment sometimes, but we afford to also want the grievance. The plane mirror all around is refracting this pale face, reflecting on this gloomy day, dull and dreary. If time can how finely does it stay cool, if time can how well does it flow backwards, if time can listen to how kindly I command, if Everything, it is only that if. I can not let time stay cool, should not let time flow backwards either, become, happen magic let time listen to me command still more, I can only leave it to chance, let time be led by the nose. Have grown up, also vast and hazy. Without way of the end, two feet go ahead ceaselessly, can't stop either even if tired. Can forget time, but can not forget one's own existence. Can forget oneself, but can not forget the slipping by of time. Let's go, Let's go, people always grow up lonelily. Leave a Comment { Last Page } { Page 1 of 4 } { Next Page } |
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