木棉花开,俩俩相忘

作者:夏侯九冠人气:2837更新:2021-07-20 13:30:04

【一】
  喜欢春天 ,仅仅是因为,它是重生的季节 。
  临近黄昏,一个人走在城南小镇上 ,看着路边的木棉花开得妖娆,血红,这一树的芬芳染透了春天里深藏的情愫 ,直抵心房。花开是无声的,那么,我的心思 ,也不需要明说。
  荏苒的时光 ,总会留下太多斑驳的印迹,我喜欢把这些码成行文,贴在急速流年的门槛上 ,哪怕是一抹浅浅的线条,也能想起旧时爱过的人 。
  还记得,与你相遇是在春天 ,暖阳倾泻的日子,你有着很浓厚的一种风韵,轻轻的飘在心间 ,让人难以忘怀。正巧,那一日,我看到木棉花刚从树梢上滑落 ,很安静,更决绝,不带一点留恋的坠下 ,它像是以一种安然的姿势躺在草丛里 ,寂静的开着,寂静的离去。
  而后,转身 ,微笑对你说,下一个花开的季节,我们不说再见 。
  不说再见 ,只是想陪在你身边,待木棉把墨绿的颜色裹去,待年华磨去丰腴的容颜 ,待一切尘埃落定后,才是我们挥手送别之际。一直在想,这个时间 ,指针会定在哪年哪月?还是希望那一日,同样是春天,有木棉 ,有微风 ,包括你嘴角的莞笑和素静的优雅。
  春天是起点,也是终点 。它结束了四季轮回,又开始了另一个四季的旅程 ,与我们很是相像 。悲欢离泣过后,再轮回,直到所有精力透支完 ,不料却换回一句:遇见是为了离别。
  我又何尝不知道,这句再见始终要说出口的,你有你的风景 ,我有我的夜色。只不过,我想等木棉花开的那一天,与你道别 ,珍重 。
  终于,还是解开了所有迷团:万般柔情,抵不过逝水年华。于是 ,轻轻将你放下。相遇 ,离开,重生,都在花开争艳的春季 ,而岁月给我的,仅仅是一道浅浅的伤痕 。
  【二】
  那些沉醉过的时光,我们 ,一起相忘吧。
  小城的夜色,有点朦胧,看不清月影 ,远远望去,匆忙的行人,交换了一个眼神 ,便消失在人群中。突然,看见一个与你很相似的影子,她也有飘长的黑发 ,不过 ,脸上化了浓妆,踏着轻快的步伐,路过我的眼前 ,身上还散发淡淡的薄荷香水味 。
  第一次见她的时候,差点喊出你的名,好在 ,我知道你喜欢素颜,无论在什么时候,都不会改变这一点 ,其实,我也喜欢你的素颜,连着自信与阳光。她回头朝我笑了笑 ,然后继续踩着细细的高跟鞋离去,脚步声越来越远,我一路目送她的背影。
  以前的这个时候 ,我们应该还在谈笑风生吧 。对着清月 ,红灯,伴着霓虹的闪烁,感觉一切都是那么真实。你说 ,你会静坐在北国的一端,陪我一起看细水长流,倾听我的心语 ,陪我一起看木棉花的春天,看我们曾许下的心愿是否能得以实现,你说 ,无论什么时候,如果我需要,你一定会在我身边。你说 ,我们之间没有断点,没有秘密,没有距离 。
  尽管我不相信永远 ,可是面对你 ,我依然给自己默许了这样的承诺:与你共赴到老 。这是多么薄的一句话,然而要用一生去履行,那么 ,此生,你是最珍贵的吗?
  凉风阵阵,从指尖传到心间 ,勾起了一幕幕的往事,鼻端泛红,不忍回顾 ,关上了窗子,躲在黑暗的角落里,闭目 ,沉思。亲爱的,你可知,当离别与相遇的场景重合时 ,所有的记忆都会变苍白 ,那是我们无法触及的疼,眼看着最熟悉的人,变成陌路 ,究竟需要多少勇气来承受?
  如若,真的回不去,那便绝尘相隔 ,我们,不过只是偶遇一场。
  【三】
  随手翻开写在花季下的笺字,褶皱的纸张摊在阳光下 ,卷成一团,风起的时候,将念想一同带去了天涯海角 。其实 ,不必伤感,爱已到了期限,留或不留 ,都要回归两岸。
  遗忘 ,是我给你最好的礼物,用于恩赐这场如水的尘缘,在我小小的世界里 ,泛起波澜,动荡了整个生命的旅程。窗外的木棉,又凋谢了一朵 ,看似柔软的花瓣,却远远比我们之间的情感要坚韧,这是与你相识后 ,第二次看到木棉从空坠地的画面,心,纠结了半响 。
  它可以不顾树的留恋 ,不顾风的挽留,决绝离开,而我们也一样 ,可以不顾对方撕心裂肺的疼痛 ,不顾走过时珍藏的感动,不顾风雨下的怜惜,依旧潇洒的转身 ,划开界线。从此,各安天涯。
  其实,谁也没有欠下谁的 ,既然不能相濡以沫,那便相忘江湖吧 。我会记得你说的,每个人都有自己归宿 ,而我的归宿,是流浪。你来的时候,我是欣喜的 ,从你住进心里后,我是幸福的,你走的时候 ,我是感恩的 ,感谢,你曾经爱过我。
  花落了,便意味着某种东西 ,宣告结束 。人生总是在遇见,珍惜,分别中轮流上演 ,当这些成为习惯时,我终于失去了知觉。于是,手里捏着你写的信 ,带着眼泪微笑,舍不得任由时光淹没,藏在笔间的温存 ,还是轻轻地说声:再见。
  第三个花开的季节,我们,一起相忘 。

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英译版本:

[1]
I like spring, just because it is the season of rebirth.
Nearly near dusk, one person walked in the town of Chengnang, looked at the roadside wooden cotton to open enchanting, blood red, this tree's fragrance was stained with the peers of the spring, straight to the heart. The flowers are silent, then, my mind does not need to be said.
Time, always leave too many motivated blots, I like to put these code into the text, stick it on the threshold of the rapid flow, even if it is a shallow line, you can think of the old people who loved.
Remember that with you is in the spring, warm Yang pour, you have a very strong charm, gently floating in the heart, making people unforgettable. Just, that day, I saw that the wood cotton slipped from the treetop, very quiet, even more, did not take a little nostalgia, it was lying in a natural posture, still driving quietly Silent leave.
, after turning, smiling to you, the next season, we don't say goodbye.
Don't say goodbye, just want to stay with you, wait for the wood cotton to wrap the color of the ink, wait until the year, the dust is full, and after all the dust will be settled, we waved the family. I have been thinking, this time, the pointer will be sety in the year? Still hope that day, it is also spring, there is a wooden cotton, a breeze, including the sneaked and quiet elegance of your mouth.
Spring is the starting point and the end point. It ended the four seasons and started another four seasons, and it was very similar to us. After the joys, the joys, reincarnate it, until all the energy is overdue, but it is replaced by: meeting is for the sake of separation.
I don't know, this time I have to say it, you have your landscape, I have my night. Just, I want to wait for the day of the wood cotton to say, say goodbye to you, treasure.
Finally, still unlocked all the prosthesis: Wanzhi tenderness, but the end of the year. So I put it down. Meet, leave, reborn, all in the spring of the flowers, and the years gave me, just a shallow scarf.
[2]
Those who are intoxicated, let us, together.
The night of the small city is a bit embarrassing, not a moon, far away, rushing pedestrians, exchange a look, disappearing in the crowd. Suddenly, I saw a shadow that was very similar to you, she also had a floating black.Hair, however, the face has a thick makeup, stepped on the pace of light, passing by my eyes, there is also a faint mint flavor.
When I first saw her, I almost shouted your name, I know that you like Su Yan, no matter when, you will change this, in fact, I also like your beauty, even Confident and sunshine. She laughed back to me, then continued to step on the fine high heels, the footsteps became farther and farther, I sent her back.
At this time, we should still talk about laughter. For the lanterns, red lights, with neon flashing, I feel that everything is so real. You said, you will sit in the end of the North Country, accompany me to see the fine water long flow, listen to my heart, take the spring of the wood cotton together, see if the wish of us can be realized, you said, no matter when If I need, you will be by my side. You said, there is no breakpoint between us, no secret, no distance.
Although I don't believe forever, I have faced you, I still give yourself a promise: go to the old. This is a thin saying, but you have to perform it in a lifetime, then, are you the most precious?
The cool breeze, from the pointed to the heart, evoke the past, the nose is flush, can't bear to review, close the window, hide in the dark corner, close eyes, meditation. Dear, you can know that when you leave with the scenes, all memories will become pale, that is the pain we can't touch, look at the most familiar people, become a stranger, how much courage is needed?
If you really can't go, then the dust is separated, but we just encounter a game.
[3]
When you turn over the words of the flower season, the wrinkled paper booth in the sun, rolled into a group, when the wind, will take the end of the horizon. In fact, there is no need to be sad, love has reached the deadline, staying or leaving, you must return to both sides.
Forgot, it is the best gift for you, used to give this like water, in my small world, flour, turmoil the journey of life. The wooden cotton outside the window, it is a different, it seems a soft petal, but it is much tough than the emotions between us. This is after I met you, I saw the picture, heart, entanglement of the wooden cotton from the air. Half ring.
It can not take care of the tree, regardless of the wind,It is decided to leave, and we are the same, you can don't care about the pain of the opponent's heart, you don't care, you can't take care of the pity under the wind, still turn around, and draw the boundaries. Since then, each An Tianya.
In fact, no one owes who is owed, since it can't be in each other, then I will forget the Jianghu. I will remember what you said, everyone has their own home, and my home is wandering. When you come, I am delighted. After you live in my heart, I am happy, when you go, I am grateful, thank you, you have loved me.
The flower, it means something, the declaration is over. Life is always meeting, cherishes, and has been staged in each time. When these become habits, I finally lost the perception. So, in his hand, you wrote your letter, with tears smile, you must be overwhelmed by the time, hidden in the pen, or say softly: Goodbye.
The third season, we have forgotten together.
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