说,给你听

作者:黄念国人气:172更新:2021-07-13 06:01:53

时间的小河就这样哗啦啦啦的流淌着 ,

面无表情的冲刷着偶尔才会觉得宝贝的记忆 。

我们看着时间一分一秒的跳动,看着日子一天一天的消逝。。 。

生活一片沉寂。

没有一丝生机,甚至一点点的挣扎。

我想

你有些无可奈何 ,觉得孤立无援 。

周围四处是墙壁,跌跌撞撞,却无处可逃 。

你想自暴自弃 ,尽管不知道为什么会这么沮丧。。 。

没来由的 ,

不想和任何人说话,觉得谁都帮不了你,谁都无法给你温暖。

 

你要自己微笑 ,不想被那些比梦想还要虚幻的压抑牵绊住脚步。

扬起嘴角,却是满心的凄然 。。。

其实,告诉你 ,我的确不能为你做什么 。

知道你的难过,却连一句安慰的话都不懂得要如何表达。

就连一句“加油”都显得那么无足轻重。

 

我们都会有自己的深渊,

和被命运注定了的坠落 。

但请相信我 ,没有所谓的万劫不复,

你,我 ,有足够的资格给生活还以颜色。

 

就算下雨了,就算没有伞,就算雨水滴在心上 ,

也要在路上

走出自己的风景。

 

 

高中的时候喜欢的 食指 的一首诗 ,现在看来虽然有点幼稚,

不过还是想重新写一遍,给我 ,给你 。

当蜘蛛网无情的查封了我的炉台,当灰烬的余烟叹息着贫困的悲哀,我依然固执的铺平失望的灰烬 ,用美丽的雪花写下:相信未来 。当我的紫葡萄化为深秋的露水,当我的鲜花以为在别人的胸怀。我依然固执的用凝露的枯藤,在凄凉的大地上写下:相信未来。我要用手指那涌向天边的排浪 ,我要用手掌那托住太阳的大海 。摇曳着曙光那只温暖漂亮的笔杆,用孩子的字体写下:相信未来。我之所以坚定的相信未来,是我相信未来人们的眼睛——她有拨开历史风尘的睫毛 ,她又看透岁月篇章的瞳孔。不管人们对于我们腐烂的皮肉,那些迷途的惆怅,失败的痛苦 ,是给予感动的热泪 ,深切的同情,还是给以轻蔑的微笑,辛辣的嘲讽 。我坚信人们对于我们的脊骨 ,那无数次的探索,迷途,失败和成功 ,一定会给予热情,客观,公正的评定。是的 ,我焦急的等待着他们的评定。朋友,坚定的相信未来吧 。相信不屈不挠的努力,相信战胜死亡的年青 ,相信未来,热爱生命。

英译版本:

Time of the small river is like this,

The faceless flushing is occasionally, it will feel the memory of the baby.

We looked at time and one second, looked at the death of the day a day. . .

Life is silent.

There is no hint of vitality, even a little struggle.

I want

You have a little helpless, feel isolated without helplessness.

The surroundings are walls, falling, but there is nowhere to escape.

You want to give up, although I don't know why it is so frustrated. . .

Nothing,

I don't want to talk to anyone, I feel that no one can help you, no one can warm you warm.

You have to smile yourself, don't want to be induced by those who want to be illusable than dreams.

raises his mouth, but it is full of heart. . .

In fact, tell you, I can't do anything for you.

I know that you are sad, but even if you comfort it, you don't know how to express it.

Even a "refueling" is so uncomfortable.

We will have your own abyss,

and the fate of the fate is destined.

But please believe me, there is no so-called talvous,

You, I, have enough The qualifications are also colored to life.

Even if it is raining, even if there is no umbrella, it will be in the heart,

Also on the road

comes out of your own landscape.

High in high school like index finger

A poem, now it seems a bit naive,

But still wants to rewrite it again, give me, give you.

When the spider web ruthlessly seals my furnace, when the bare smoke sighs poverty, I still stubbornly disappointed ash, with beautiful Snowflakes Write down: I believe in the future. When my violet is deep autumn dew, when my flowers think it is in the heart of others. I still stubbornly used the condensing cane, write under the bleak land: I believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to the surf of the horizon, I want to hold the sun in the palm of the house. Swinging the warm and beautiful pen, writing with the child's font: I believe in the future. The reason why I am firmly believed in the future, I believe in the future of people - she has the eyelashes that open the history of the wind, and she loses the pupil of the full-year-old chapter. Regardless of the flesh of our rot, those who are lost, failure, is a tear of moving, deep sympathy, or a scornful smile, spicy mobility. I firmly believe that people have given enthusiasm, objective, and fair assessment of people for our spine, numerous times of exploration, lost, failure, and success. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their assessment. Friends, determined to believe in the future. I believe in indomitable efforts, phaseThe letter to the death of the dead, believe in the future, love life.

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