记忆中的你我不曾疏离

作者:关义白人气:209更新:2021-07-20 08:30:02

题记:雾失楼台,月迷津渡 ,桃源望断无寻处。可堪孤馆闭春寒,杜鹃声里斜阳暮 。驿寄梅花,鱼传尺素 ,砌成此恨无重数。郴江幸自绕郴山,为谁流下潇湘去?
  故地重游,物是人非。萦绕在脑海的只有熟悉的声音 ,可是你已经不再身边了,这份爱是否已经疏离,我不愿去想 ,却总是想起,明知会让自己伤心,却无法克制 。
  在苏州熟悉的街道上 ,公交车里想起的依然是“从后门货车”(从后门下车)的方言 ,当初我们说说笑笑的玩味着这句与我们来讲陌生的话语,我总是学不像,而你却很快就朗朗上口了。连当地的老大娘都善意的笑了起来。
  我们执手相携 ,并排而坐,你靠在我的肩上 。这种感觉已经远去了,如今走在熟悉的街道 ,足以感受当年的崔护题写《题都城南庄》的感受了:去年今日此门中,人面桃花相映红;人面不知何处去,桃花依旧笑春风。
  隔着千山万水 ,除却万语千言。没有了当初的嬉笑怒骂,没有了当初的卿卿我我 。彼此相依的心正随着时间慢慢的分离,冷漠。果然世俗终于逃不离距离的遥远 ,也逃不过岁月的折磨。你妈是明智的,知道这样的分离远胜于直言的冷漠 。
  “愿得一人心,白首不相离 。”甄嬛于倚梅园中信誓旦旦 ,梅花傲然挺立 ,白雪飞舞,满天满地尽是白茫茫的一片,梅花的红点缀其间 ,香气扑鼻,挂上小相一枚,祈佑沧桑变化莫要带走自己的一片真心。可是命运终归不曾眷顾 ,事事的变化莫测终让现实脆弱到不堪一击。
  这一切于我是多么的相像 。曾经也曾梦想乌托邦式的爱情,曾经也曾“愿得一人心,白首不相离。 ”可是这又是多么的困难 ,人的梦想终归是渺小的,渺小到别人不屑一顾,任凭你自己多么的无助伤心。
  记忆中的你我不曾疏离 ,我们近的忘了彼此,我们近到生死相依 。誓言能代表什么?承诺又有何用?一切都像极了一场赌博,当我把所有的赌注全部押上奋力一击的时候 ,却输的连喘息的机会也没了。置之死地而后生 ,有时候置之死地就真的死了。
  嬉笑怒骂,或嗔,或喜 ,或娇,或魅 。即使哭笑不得在回忆中也是美的,最美好的场景也许只能存在于回忆之中吧。“千年之后的你会在哪里?身边有怎样风景。我们的故事并不算美丽 ,却如此难以忘记 。”一曲《星月神话》唱尽了相思的苦楚,却唱不尽我深深的离愁。
  我们不曾疏离,曾经的我们可以煲几个小时的电话粥却依然觉得时间的短暂 ,曾经的我们即使默默无言也舍不得挂断彼此的电话,曾经的我们即使吵闹也总能重归于好,曾经的我们生气了也关心着对方的心情。可是 ,这只是曾经 。
  现在,距离产生的不是美,而是距离 。我们从无话不谈到无话可谈 ,共同生活的俩个人会越来越相同 ,而脱离了你我后的俩人同样也会彼此疏远吧?我们可谈的东西越来越少了,除了问问吃饭了吗?睡觉了吗?想我了吗?在干嘛?基本没有其他的言语了。常常三言两语就结束了谈话。而且打电话的时间会越来越短,短到只是一种彼此的应付 。
  渐渐的 ,从每天联系好几遍,到好几天联系一遍;从见到一点事情都急着和对方分享,到发生了再大的事情也觉得自己能应付;从关心彼此的一切 ,到彼此的一切都不再关心。这就是距离带给我们的礼物。
  天气回暖,杨柳依依,春风拂面的感觉很温暖 。只是记忆中的你我已经逐渐模糊在你我的记忆中了。有的只是偶尔想起的一丁点回忆。
  这种感觉让我很害怕 ,也很紧张 。
  也许一开始我就做了一个错误的决定,可是我又怎么舍得你归心似箭,怎么舍得你身心两处呢?
  记忆中的你我不曾疏离 ,疏离了的应该也不是你我。宝贝,我是真的想你回来了。可是你能回来吗?
  后记《相思》
  春风过杭城,丝竹情谊深 ,杨柳惜别意 ,长亭不掩门,断桥流水去,长堤远人烟 ,泛舟西湖里,清波映秀颜,长袖挥墨笔 ,诗赋尽情绵,小小孤冢在,可道有谁怜?

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英译版本:

Inscription: Fogging landing, monthly, Yuzu, Taoyuan is looking for no. It can be closed in the spring, and the rhododendron is oblique.梅 梅 花, fish passage, collating this hate non-weight. Yanjiang is fortunate to go around the mountain, who is the Xiaoxiang?
The rebound, the object is people. Only familiar sounds in the mind, but you are no longer around, this love is alienated, I don't want to think, but always think of, knowing that I will make myself sad, but I can't restrain.
On the streets familiar with Suzhou, the bus remembered in the bus is still "from the back door truck" (from the back door) dialect, when we talk about the smile, this sentence is in a strange words, I Always unlike, but you are so fast. Even the local gods smiles well.
We handed together, sitting in parallel, you leaned on my shoulder. This feeling is far away. Now in the familiar street, it is enough to feel the feelings of the Cui Tutor of the year. "Today, the city of Nanzhuang": Today this door, the human face peach blossoms are red; people don't know where, Love and be loved.
Surrounded by thousands of water, except for thousands of words. I didn't have the original laughter, and I didn't have the original Qing Qing, I am. The heart of each other is slowly separated, indifferent. Sure enough, the secularity finally escaped the distant distance, but also fled the torture of the years. Your mother is wise, knowing that such separation is far better than the indifference.
"I hope to have a heart, white head is not separated." The rumor is in the Meiyuan, and the plum is proud, and the white snow is flying. It is full of heaven, the plum blossoms, the aromas , Hang a small phase, pray for the vicissitudes of life, do you want to take away your true heart. But the fate is never cared, and the change of everything is that it makes the reality fragile to hit.
This is how much I am. Once, I once also dream of Utopian's love, I have also "willing to have a heart, white head is not separated." But this is how difficult, people's dreams are small, smashed to others dismissive, let you How helpless yourself is.
You have never been alienated in memory, we have forgotten each other, we are nearly life and death. What is the oath? What is the commitment? Everything is like a gambling. When I put all the bets all the opportunities, I lost the opportunity to lose. When you die, you will be born, sometimes it is dead.It's really dead.
laughter, or hi, or hi, or clad, or charm. Even if you are crying, you can't laugh in the memories, the most beautiful scene may only exist in memories. "Where will you be in the millennium? How is the scenery around you. Our story is not beautiful, but it is so hard to forget." A song "Song Moon Myth" sang the bitterness of Acacia, but sing my deep Leave.
We have never alienated. We used to take a few hours of telephone porridge, but we used to be short-lived. Even if we silently silently, we must not hang up each other's calls, and we have returned to Ok, we used to be angry and care about the mood of each other. However, this is just once.
Now, the distance is not beautiful, but the distance. We never talk about nothing to talk about, the two people who live together will be more and more identical, and the two of you after you will be alienated. What we can talk about is less and less, except for me to eat? Have you slept? do you miss me? What are you doing? There is basically no other speech. Often three words have ended the conversation. And the time to call will be shorter and shorter, short to just a kind of cash paid.
Gradually, from a few times a day, it is a few days to contact it; from seeing a little more, I have been shared with the other party, and I have a big thing I feel that I can cope; from everything about each other, Everything in each other is no longer concerned. This is a gift that is brought to us.
The weather is warm, Yang Liuyi, the spring breeze feels very warm. Just in memory, you have gradually blurred in your memory. Some just think about anything I remembered.
This feeling makes me very afraid, and it is also very nervous.
Maybe I did a wrong decision at the beginning, but how can I have to be angry like an arrow, how can you pay your body and mind?
You don't have to be alienated in memory, and you should not be you me. Baby, I really want you to come back. But can you come back?
Postscript "Acacia"
Spring Breeze Crossing Hangzhou, silk bamboo love deep, Yang Liu phen, don't wear, Huating bridge, broken bridge, smoke, boating, Xiushi, long sleeve Ink pen, poetry, small, pedicure, can you say?
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