早晨 ，阳光太过明媚，刺痛了我的眼睛，让我看不清前行的道路，生命何尝不是如此 ，美好的开始，城市再怎么繁华，景色再怎么春意盎然 ，留下的终究是一种轨迹，撕裂着幸福的距离，蓦然待到看透时 ，却只在回首 。
夜晚，万籁无声，我仰望飘渺的星空 ，一伦清月高悬天际，渴望将自己灵魂深处的惆怅，排遣在这个幽静岑寂的夜里 ，因为每一次忆起都心碎，每一次忆起都黯然伤神。
这几天，一开电脑，都会有很多未读邮件 ，满满的，洋溢着温馨，细细看来 ，觉得很有意思，有一封这样写着：“莫名，你怎么会这么忧郁 ，文字里充满着伤，让人疼惜。 ” 也许此生，我注定落幕 ，因为太淡然，因为太执着，无可奈何地陷入了尘世中那些纷乱的碎涡里 ，无足可拔，也许，文字如我，多了些寂寞。
偶尔朋友发来的贺卡 ，我会很认真的回，在我眼里，还是很珍视友情的 ，我觉得朋友是不可缺的一部分，我也感谢他们想起我，给我送来祝福 ，不论他们是以何种心情想起我这个朋友，只要被忆起就够了，我的要求向来很低 ，满足安逸的生活着，荣辱不惊，一切随意 。
朋友说我是双重性格 ，对一个人一件事前一秒热情似火，下一秒就有可能冷若冰霜，但是我知道，这样做只是在保护自己 ，对我好的人，我会努力的记住，同样 ，对于我不喜欢的、伤害过我的人，我会毫不犹豫的掉头就走，很极端的处事方式。
喜欢黑夜 ，特别是凌晨之后，很安静，安静的让人疼痛 ，但是也只有在此时才能做回真正的自己，只是这样真实的自己却让自己害怕，没有人陪 ，没有人说话，感觉其实是有很多话要说的，像有东西卡在喉咙里一样，只是颓然张口 ，却发现从来不曾有过听众，烟气缭绕的房间里充斥着的只有孤单。
伸出手指触摸着冰冷的夜，微微的被这样的温度刺痛 ，孤寂油然而生，那些逝去的美好萦绕在心间久久的久久的不肯散去，碰触着心底那最深处的柔软 ，想忘却终不能忘，心底里一遍遍的回忆，疯狂的回忆那些逝去的美好的日子 ，找寻丝丝的温暖 。
Morning, the sun is too bright, stinging my eyes, let me see the road, life is not the case, the beautiful start, how is the city bustling, how is the scenery, After all, it is a trajectory, tearing the distance of happiness, but when you look at it, just look back.
Night, 万 籁 silent, I looked up at the ethereal starry sky, one of the moon, long-awaited, eager to put the soul of his soul, doing this quiet night, because every time it is heartbreaking, Every time I remember, I wounded.
These days, there will be many unread mails, full, full of warmth, detailed, feel very interesting, there is a write: "莫 名, how do you? Such a melancholy, the text is full of injury, and people are pity. "Maybe this life, I didn't demonstrate, because it was too light, because it was too persistent, there was no way to fall into the dusty vortex in the world, there is no problem, maybe, The text is like me, there are more loneliness.
Occasionally friendly greeting card, I will be very serious, in my eyes, still very cherish friendship, I think friends are indispensable part, I also thank you for remembering me, give me Come to bless, whether they are in my mood, think of my friend, as long as I have been recalled, my requirements are always very low, satisfying the life of any life, the honor and disgrace are not surprised, everything is free.
My friend said that I am a double character. I am very enthusiastic about one second for a person. I will be cold if I will be cold, but I know that this is just to protect myself, good for me. I will try to remember, the same, for those who don't like, I will hurt me, I will go to the head, very extreme way.
I like the black night, especially after the morning, very quiet, quiet, people, but only in this time, I can do it back to real myself, just this truth, but I am afraid, no one is accompanying, No one speaks, it feels that there is a lot of words to say, like there is something in the throat, but it is only a listener, but I have never had a listener, and the smoke is full of lonely rooms.
Promoting the finger touching the cold night, slightly such temperatureStinging, lonely, life, those who have passed away for a long time for a long time, I touched the most soft soft, I want to forget, I can't forget, my heart, the memories of the heart, crazy memories Those beautiful days, find the warmth of the silk.
Telling between the greece and the styled communication, exhaustion is not powerful, it is incompetent, likes to write in the quiet night, with tobacco and alcohol, may be a powerful pin Maybe just a simple simple like!
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