扶风之憾醉酒无伤

作者:胡寒宝人气:2743更新:2021-07-12 20:00:11

其实,我们都懂 ,没有谁会一辈子陪着谁。我看着窗外的天空,看着一滴滴飘落的雨,这样想着 。命运总是这样 ,给我们开着一个个让我们误以为真的地老天荒的玩笑 ,然后,再让我们亲自去割破这个梦想。何其残忍……

打开播放器,弦子的《天真》单曲循环播放!

人的一生 ,是要经历多少的失去 、苦难与折磨,才会真正的懂得珍惜、懂得要坚强、懂得该长大?只是怎么也想不到,成长的代价 ,会是这么的沉重。出乎意料之外,每每想起,却又仿佛情理之中 。渐渐的明白 ,不是所有自己喜欢的,都需要去得到 。也渐渐的明白,不是所有自己拥有的 ,都能一直存在……


常常想,一个人 、然后,一座城。莫名奇妙的喜欢躲在某个角落 ,看着这个陌生的城市机械化的运作 ,规规矩矩,行人脸色冲冲,路上汽车奔驰 ,红绿灯一遍遍的不厌其烦的交错着变换。莫名其妙的喜欢没有目的的单程徒步,看着天空飘散的云,虚抬着脚步 ,傻傻的算自己一共走了多少步,路过多少棵树,于是 ,傻傻的笑,傻傻的笑了又笑……

 

有些不敢去想 、也不愿意去想的事,像洪水猛兽般 ,在午夜梦回的时候,不自觉的浮上心头、涌上脑海,然后 ,睁着大大的眼睛盯着天花板猛看 ,慢慢的,就不敢睡了 。于是紧紧的裹着被子,紧紧的抱着手中的抱枕 ,期许自己的体温,能够回馈给自己一些温暖。要求真的很简单,只是一点点温暖 ,一点点自以为是的安全感。

 

以前很喜欢用文字来记录自己生活中的每一件事、每一份感悟 、每一刻冲动的瞬间 。慢慢的就不写了,或者说慢慢的就没有勇气去写了,因为 ,慢慢的我的生活的每天一成不变的麻木不仁,变得冷漠。他们说,这是成长的带价 ,于是,我默然的笑,终究是不敢再动笔去写了。

打开电脑、想着自己最近发生的一些事 ,笑笑 ,还是选择了笑 。却突然害怕,是不是我、我忘了怎么去哭!


《弦子——天真》单曲循环


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英译版本:

In fact, we all understand, no one will stay with you forever. I looked at the sky outside the window and looked at a drop of falling rain. The fate is always like this, give us a joke that makes us mistakenly think the old days of the earth, then let us go to cut this dream. Why is it cruel ...

Open the player, the "Tianzhen" single loop of the strings!

The person's life is to experience how much lost, suffering and torture, will really know how to cherish, know how to be strong, know how to grow? Just thinking about it, the cost of growth will be so heavy. Before unexpected, every time I think, but it seems to be rational. Gradually understand, not all your favorite, you need to get it. Also gradually understand, not all of them, can always exist ...


often think, one person, then, a city. Inexplicably likes to hide in a corner, watching this unfamiliar city mechanization operation, regulatory torque, pedestrian face shampoo, road car Mercedes-Benz, red green lights all over again and more disturbed transformation.莫名 喜欢 喜欢 没有 单 单 步 步 步 着 着 步 步 步 脚 脚 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步 步Laugh ...

Some things that dare not think, do not want to think, like floods, when they dream of midnight, unconsciously floating their hearts, floating on their minds, Then, the big eyes stared at the ceiling, slowly, I didn't dare to sleep. So tightly wrapped the quilt, holding the pillow in your hand, expecting your body temperature, able to feed back some warmth. It is really simple, just a little warmth, a little self-righteousness.

I used to use text to record everything in my life, every feeling, every moment of impulse. I don't write slowly, or slowly there is no courage to write, because, slowly my life is unchanged every day, it becomes indifferent. They said that this is the price of growth, so I laughed silently, I didn't dare to write a pen.

Open the computer and thinkSome things happened recently, smiled, or chose to laugh. But suddenly scared, is it me, I forgot how to cry!

"Strong - Tianzhen" single cycle


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