那阵风吹过北极星的思念

作者:燕欣达人气:63更新:2021-07-19 12:32:03

那阵风吹过

早晨醒来,金色的阳光轻轻抚摸着我慵懒的脸庞 ,又是一个新的开始 ,可心中的满是忐忑与不安 。害怕好多好多……害怕一个人走在校园,害怕一个人在陌生的城市生活,害怕见到的每一张陌生的脸 。

曾几何时 ,还曾向叔伯夸下海口,我很勇敢,想要飞得更高 ,更远。直到分别那天还充满着自信与微笑说很快回来,切勿担心。可是我毕竟还是太年轻,一个人上了火车 ,看着爸爸转身离开的身影,不禁泪流满面,打湿了我的脸 ,更打湿了我的心 。

到了陌生的城市,突然有了些许失落与孤独,原来的自信与骄傲瞬间灰飞烟灭 ,剩下的仅有我一个人面对一切。

每个清晨 ,黄昏,浓夜,总会有莫名其妙的悲伤涌上心头 ,想念远方的爸妈,想念家乡那片黄土,想念可爱的你。但有些路注定要一个人走;有些事注定要一个人面对;有些人始终在我脑海深处 ,即使远在天边,依然在我心间,咫尺天涯 ,你若安好,便是晴天 。以前总喜欢在签名上用一句“吹过你窗前的那阵风是我对你深深的思念”,但没真正感受过如此滋味 ,时至今日,才明白这句话说的那么真,那么深。我们总想着要飞得更高 ,可从未想过自己的翅膀依然那么脆弱;总想着创造属于自己的一片天空 ,可是心有余而力不及。总是等到走远了,才觉得家是心灵的栖息地,独爱这港湾 。

那阵风吹过 ,请将我的思念带回家乡;那阵风吹过,请把我的孤独一起带走;那阵风吹过,愿你能感受到你窗前的那阵风是我对你深深的思……( 文章

英译版本:

The wind blows

Wake up in the morning, the golden sun lightly touched my lazy face, and it was a new beginning, the heart is full of heart and uneasiness. I am afraid that I am afraid that someone walks in the campus, and I am afraid that one person is living in a strange city. It is afraid to see every strange face.

When I had, I also praised the Haikou, I was brave, I want to fly higher, farther. Until the day, I was still full of confidence and smile, I would like to come back soon, don't worry. But after all, I am still too young, a train, watching my father turned around, I can't help but tears, wet my face, more wet my heart.

In a strange city, suddenly there was a little lost and loneliness, the original confidence and pride momentum flew to smoke, the rest only, I only face everything.

Each morning, dusk, strong night, there will always be inexplicable sadness, miss the distant parents, miss the loess of the hometown, miss the cute you. But some roads are destined to be alone; some things are destined to face a person; some people are always in my mind, even if they are in the sky, still in my heart, you are fine, you are sunny. I used to use a sentence in signature. "Blow your window is my deep thinking", but I didn't really feel such a taste, and I realized that this sentence is so true that this sentence is so true. . We always think that it is better to fly, but we have never thought about your wings. It is still so fragile; always thinking that it is a sky that belongs to yourself, but the heart is weak. Always wait until I am far away, I feel that the family is the habitat of the soul, love this port.

That gust blows, please bring my thoughts back to my hometown;, the gust is blowing, please take my loneliness;, the gust is blowing, I hope you can feel the gust in front of your window. It is my deep thinking about you ... (article

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