秋殇非洲小黑脸

作者:慕容夜敏人气:141更新:2021-05-04 22:20:03

秋风轻抚,庸人自叹。.——————题记         带着一丝莫名的哀伤 ,独自行走在枯叶满地的林间 ,闻着略有泥土芳香的空气,似乎可以忘记所有的悲伤 。
        随着秋天脚步的到来,连天空也显得格外的蓝 ,异常的高,就连空气也清爽了许多,也许这就是所谓的秋高气爽吧 。 午后的阳光更是少了些许燥热,反而多了一些清凉。这样的午后 ,秋风轻抚独自一人 、一杯清茶 、安静的坐在林间,欣赏着落叶缤纷的景色。会是怎么样的一种心情,怎么样的一种感受 。
       自古逢秋悲寂寥 ,不知从何时开始,“秋”便被赋予了悲伤的思绪,也许是叶落归根的无法挽回 ,或许是草木枯萎的必然结果。不管怎么样,秋之哀伤会一直的影响着喜欢这个季节的人们,而喜欢这个季节的人们也乐于沉浸的这样的日子里 ,让思想沉寂 ,让声音落寞 ,让文字悲伤。
        一缕清风拂面,略带这丝丝的清凉 。不禁勾起了淡淡的思乡之情 ,家乡的这个时候应该是野草枯黄,树木落叶的时候吧。 遍地的萎靡的枯叶,干秃秃的树上显得那样的沧桑。偶尔飞过的候鸟传来的雁鸣 ,都在告诉着我们秋天已经到来了 。不知是怀念家乡的景色,还是思念身在家乡的父母。身在异地,看着与以往不同的秋天景色。似乎 ,这个秋天一切都不一样了 。这里的秋天少了衰败的无奈,却依旧绿衣浓浓。
        这样的日子里常常会想,究竟为了什么而活着?为了谁活着?活着的意义又何在?
        悠悠数载年华 ,或者平步青云、或者坎坎坷坷、抑或峰回路转。过程个结果那个更加重要 。曾经,我一度认为 、过程比结果更加重要 。无论结果如何,起码我曾努力过。但、现在细细品味 ,却又觉得结果更加重要。即使有着拼搏、艰辛 、喜悦、坚持 ,等等 。但是,结果却是失败的。这些付出又有何用?别说,我付出了 ,不求回报。那只是偏偏孩子的借口,我们已经长大了 。没有结果的付出,没有结果的过程。只是一个被人耻笑的笑话罢了。
        耳边响起了 ,陌生的音乐 。晦涩难懂的英文歌词,令人低迷的旋律。一切的一切,似乎都在告诉着我。自己很难融入到现今的生活之中 。表面看起来和和睦睦的生活 ,又有几人能看懂我心中悲伤。正如我那签名一样,有没有人看透我的逞强,在乎我的悲伤。也许我就是那所谓的奇葩 ,不能与人和睦相处的人 。用我家乡的话说就是“特 ”,用篇学过的文章,叫“特立独行的猪 ” 。吾 ,孤零一世 ,不求与人同享生活喜悦。吾,遗憾终生,无人与孤同赏深秋景色。
       偶尔也在想 ,真的是我无法融入到集体,融入到如今的社会 。曾经试图努力的改变,却发现毫无结果。回首往事 ,自己真的变了许多。曾经一度讨厌的现在却喜欢了,而那曾经喜欢的现在却厌烦了 。往往前一秒还是满脸微笑,下一秒却愁眉苦脸。是不是这些都在说明我变得虚伪了 ,变得阿谀奉承了。或许真的是,或许不是 。然而,是与不是又有什么区别?自己活的洒脱 ,何必去在意那些子虚乌有的看法。不是别人希望自己怎么样,而是自己希望活出什么样的自己。
       发现不管怎么样,都写不出那样优美的文字 。脑海中没有那么多华丽的辞藻 ,手下也写不出忧伤的语句。貌似 ,自己缺少了一段经历,缺少一段故事的结局。残缺的剧本,便无法演绎 。旭日东升 ,便是新的开始 。夕阳西下,却是旧的结局。日升日落,明日的朝阳真的可以是一个新的开始。让我忘却过去所有的种种不快 。夜幕降临 ,今日的幽寂黑夜,可否真的让过去的不快烟消云散,从此不再忧郁。
       幻想都是在梦境中实现 ,我喜欢这样可以实现梦想的梦境,可以让不可能变成可能的梦境。在梦中,一切的故事可以重新开始 ,一切错过的故事可以重新上演 。然而,梦醒时分的清晨。却是最无情的刽子手,斩断了我可以继续美梦的睡眠。让我那充满欢颜笑语的生活折断在这里 。并给我一天的生活带来了不快。却又不得不在他人面前掩饰自己的情绪。写不出令人落泪深思的文章 ,也不出让人传唱的经典 。只求青春有所记载 ,光阴不再虚度。
        夜深了,静了时间的嘈杂。人倦了,忘了生活的烦恼 。沉思着人世的万般景色 ,回味着过往的种种无奈 。其实,哪有一帆风顺的一辈子。能在每个深秋的夜晚,静静的享受片刻的宁静 ,品尝了绿茶的芳香,念心中所想。就已经是上天对我最大的恩赐了 。

英译版本:

The autumn wind is handy, mediocrity is sigh. . ------ The title is a inexplicable sadness. She only went on the forest with the dead leaves, and she smells the air of the mud, which seems to forget all the sadness.
With the arrival of autumn, even the sky is very blue, unusually high, even the air is also cool, maybe this is the so-called autumn high. The afternoon's sun is less dry, but there are more cool. In the afternoon, the autumn wind cares alone, a cup of tea, quietly sitting in the forest, and appreciates the colorful scenery. What kind of mood will be, how is it.
Since ancient times, the autumn is sorrow, I don't know when I started, "autumn" is given sad thoughts, maybe Ye Fall return to the root cannot be recovered, maybe the inevitable result of the grass withered. Anyway, autumn sadness will always affect people who like this season, and people who like this season are also happy to immerse, so that the thoughts are quiet, let the words are sad.
A breeze, slightly refreshing cool. Can't help but evoke the feelings of faint homesickness, the hometown should be a wild grass and yellow, the trees leave. The sluggish leaves are covered with the vicissitudes of the dried bare trees. Occasionally, the geem of the migratory bird came, telling us that the fall has arrived. I don't know if I miss the scenery of my hometown, or I miss my parents in my hometown. Body, looking at autumn scenery with past. It seems that everything is different from all. The autumn here has less than a helplessness, but it is still green.
Always think in this day, what is alive? For who is alive? What is the meaning of living?
The number of years of years, or flattened, or squatted, or peak loop. The process of the process is even more important. Once, I once thought that the process was more important than the results. No matter what the result, I started to work hard. However, now tasty taste, but it feels more important. Even with hard work, hardship, joy, persistence, and so on. However, the result is failed. What is the use? Don't say, I pay, I don't ask for returns. That is just a biased excuse, we have grown up.There is no result, there is no result. Just a smile joke.
The ear sounded, unfamiliar music. It is difficult to understand English lyrics, which is sluggish. Everything, it seems to tell me. It is difficult to integrate into today's life. The surface looks and harmonious life, and several people can understand my sadness. As my signature, no one looks forward to my stubborn, care about my sadness. Maybe I am the so-called wonderful, can't live with people. In my hometown, it is "special", uses the article, called "Special Lone". I am, solitary, don't ask for a happy life. I am sorry, no one is with the alone.
Occasionally, it is really impossible to integrate into the collective, integrating into today's society. Once tried to work hard, it found no results. Looking back, I really changed much. I used to hate it now, but I have been tired now. It is often a smile in the next second, but the next second is frown. Isn't these that I have become hypocritical and become Ah. Perhaps it is true, maybe not. However, what is the difference? I am alive, why bother to care about the views of the Siwu. Not someone wants yourself, but what you want to live.
I found no matter what, I can't write such a beautiful text. There is not so many gorgeous priests in my mind, and I can't write a sad statement. It seems that he lacks a experience, lacks a story of a story. The disabled script is unable to interpret. Rising Sun is a new beginning. The sun sets, but it is an old ending. Listening sunset, tomorrow's Chaoyang can really be a new beginning. Let me forget all kinds of notes in the past. The night is coming, today's peaceful night, can you really let the past unhappy smoke, it is no longer melancholy.
Fantasy is realized in dreams, I like this dream dream dream, you can make it impossible to become possible dreams. In the dream, everything story can start, and all the stories missed can be re-played. However, the dream of watching the time. It is the most ruthless scorpion, and I can continue the dream of sleep. Let me break the life full of joyful laughs here. And give me a dayLife has brought not fast. But I have to hide my emotions in front of others. I can't write a deep thinking article, and I don't have a classic that makes people sing. Only the youth is recorded, and the light is no longer done.
The night is deep, and the time is quiet. Tired, forget the troubles of life. Pensive people's happiness of the world, afraid of the past all kinds of helplessness. In fact, there is a smooth life. Can enjoy the quiet serenity in every late autumn night, taste the aroma of green tea, and think about it. It is already the biggest gift for me.

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