半夏

闭上眼,依然能够清晰地浮现与你相遇的那个瞬间。

       这半年,发生的事真的很多,阴差阳错、兜兜转转的,我也更加坚定了自己的信念。

       随意的走在路上,总会遇见许多不经意的温暖。这一次听到了许久不听的薛之谦,深深爱过你。想起大雪纷飞的那年冬季,漫天飘扬的认真的雪,仿佛没有丝毫的寒意,所有的都是温暖与感动。我想我是个倔强的人,要改变自己去适应别人,或许我是怎么都做不到的。

       仍然喜欢安静,仍然习惯于一个人的旅行,只是有时候也会很想找个人说说话。其实很多话,只是从未说出口,却并不代表不会这么想。虽然明白别人会误解,会失望,可是我只是想要能够继续的做自己。有些事从一开始就明白,不适合或者不可能,只是总会觉得不忍心。说实话,我已经不确定现在的自己是否还是我理想中的那个模样。

       乱七八糟的一段话。其实只是想说一声,谢谢你在生日的时候逗我开心,谢谢你这么多年一直记挂着我。 

 

       热了这么多天,终于下了场雨,虽然只是惊鸿一瞥,却终究还是添了几分凉快。

       许久没有见过彩虹了,也许久没有坐下来静静的看过天空了。还记得那时候,上课、复习、考试,总有很多很多卷子,总有很多很多作业,可是一到下课,只要静静的站在走廊上,吹吹风,看看天,再苦再累都不觉得了。或许真的是沾染了世俗的眼光和习气,现在的自己所有的只有浮躁和不安,即使坐在那里,也会觉得无所适从,或者心烦意乱。还是会很想念那时候的日子啊。

       周末回了趟学校,虽然只是走马观花的匆匆走过,虽然只是一顿饭的功夫,可是却仿佛找回了遗失了许久的东西。虽然已经没有了曾经留恋的故事和那些人,只是还是会觉得,在这喧闹嘈杂的城市,有这么一片绿荫就足够了。或许曾经年少轻狂,以至于活的不管不顾,弄得遍体鳞伤,但是这才是我们啊,最真实的我们啊。而也只有这里的那份静谧与博大,才能容得下我们那些无所畏惧的年华。

飞鸟与鱼

The most distant way in the world is not the way from birth to the end.

It is when I stand in front of you that you don't understand I love you.

The most distant way in the world is not that you're not sure I love you.

It is when my love is bewildering the soul ,but I can't speak it out,

but I cannot say I love you.

The most distant way in the world is not that I can't say I love you.

It is after looking into my heart,I can't change my love.

The most distant way in the world is not that I'm loving you.

It is in our love.

We are keeping between the distance.

The most distant way in the world is not the distance across us.

It is when we are breaking through the way,we deny the existence of love,but made no care.

So the most distant way in the world is not in two distant trees.

It is the same rooted branches can't enjoy the co-existence.

So the most distant way in the world is not in the being separated branches.

It is in the blinking stars,they can't burn the light.

So the most distant way in the world is not the burning stars.

It is after the light,they can't be seen from afar.

So the most distant way in the world is not the light that is fading away.

It is the coincidence of us is not supposed for the love.

So the most distant way in the world is the love between the bird and fish.

One is flying in the sky,

The other is looking upon into the sea.

                         —— Rabindranath Tagore

 

       说了很久的明信片,终于在这个特殊的日子安静的坐在那里写下那些话,也终于将写了半个月的博客匆匆结了尾,然后一个人默默的重看了那两本小说。忽然间就这样无比的伤感,竟独自就这样哭了很久。时光啊,究竟你可以把我们变成什么样? (2013.06.16)

       都已经过了一周多,不知道有没有寄到。

       “身在远方的你,要照顾好自己。我会担心。”

       “我好想你。”

偶遇,五年前的记忆。