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作者:东方晓元人气:2745更新:2021-07-14 16:00:12

气压很底,真的气压很底 。
  他费劲地从长街的另一头 ,拈掉手中莫名熄灭的烟蒂,那无风缭动的烦炽,好像要把一个人的颖悟全都一溜烟地抹蒸掉。
  走进上岛咖啡屋的时候 ,点了壶玫瑰花茶已经喝了三个多小时。
  只不过是人间的四月,四月的天,却骤然上升了温度 ,然后又会突然情绪不好,铺天盖地的迎来暴雨,玻璃窗显得很寒栗 。像是有龙卷风悄然而至 ,恣意地要将整座城市驱于蹂躏的边缘。
  他的心柩也就这样浸泡在大雨欲溃的低压里 ,仿佛像是在玻璃罩里浸泡太久的豆乳,几乎可以嗅到自己身上发霉的味道。
  落地窗外的天空,隐约是有千万只灰色的精灵 ,扇动着它们肮脏的翅膀旋舞着 。如果带上一把伞,或许可以顶得住一片小小的方圆,还心情一丝暂缓的安谧 ,就算走出局促的户外,也不必像沙尘一样地的肆无去处。
  离开机关没工作已经滂沱了六年了,日子过得像四溅的水沫在穿梭碎片 ,喷稀着徙生的斑痕。肺腑的叹息像狂噪汽笛声一扫而过,使之陷入低迷的情绪之中 。
  同期工作的友人已经当上大大小小的主任了,只有自己一身的冷淬 。
  生活是惟来不及的回顾 ,飘洒在迷蒙的抖擞里,又淋漓于稍纵的失患中。喃喃地,他看到雨珠一滴一点地在渐化 ,存在不过是单留一阵的转变 ,外面的世界又莞尔于烈阳包揽之中。让你不懂路边汩汩流过的,是何时漫下的淌心,仿佛偶尔闯进一簇云 ,不小心就跌下了眼泪来 。
  坐在位置上挪不动的,是不愿带走的,祈佑被呛心的涅磐。
  屋内的人 ,被保护着一片阴霾。
  不懂避讳的意见,总在以前的日子让领导听来是很刺耳的批判 。只有敷衍才能象征性空气中频布的氧份,钻入体腔内 ,就能摈除那些淤虑的窒息。
  诚实的态度就这样濒于紊乱,喧嚣浮华光怪陆离的虚伪,亦如洒入贫瘠焦田的甘霖 ,执勤在精神废墟上聚拢成摇憾的烫心。
  有时候人家会说你是“好人 ”,不否那就意味着,后面还有一连串的 、隐藏性的 。可是他……
  可是离开机关的男人四处碰壁。
  喝干早已无味的花茶 ,他看着天花板惆怅 ,感觉像只脆弱无壳的软体动物被丢进了荆棘丛里。
  对桌的她想写的东西突然很飘,俯拾皆是洗尽铅华的俨然 。
  似是而非的荡漾总在巧妙地整合和点化。
  命运的演绎,像营造一叶窥见可底的破碎 ,彷徨和沉沦应该没隔很远的距离,但准确的度量地无由得知,韵致的是冠冕堂皇神化。
  她是个好女人 ,错落成伤感的写手,实在是为生活所逼 。缀字的伤触,像是打开女性的粉饼盒 ,在小小的的圆镜中描绘出鲜红的唇印,喃喃自语 。
  混沌的她在琢磨,过了这个冬天不太冷 ,忽然盛夏,没有趋于清晰四月的春天,蹈矩一颗发烫的心。
  句中:“春暧是冬雪的葬礼 ,夏至是春风的消翳 ,秋来萧瑟了夏夜的妩媚,冬寒灰谐了秋色的爽朗。季节是什么,轮回成了宿命的牺牲品 ,锵铿得你无法弥于妥协,冷漠与温情总是相逐相随 。”
  像是她给描好了唇型的自己,在文字中又把两颊腮白扑得更白。她不想让对坐的那人知道 ,她其实并非是百分百的生手,这是她第N次执笔。
  她想起了,她十八岁时的心怀 ,三十来岁的老板像父爱激起了她那份欠缺的关怀 。
  老板成了她第一个男人,欲望让她像一块海绵,柔软地吸掉对方沧桑人世 ,而她几乎也变成了充满的沧桑。
  二十一岁那年,她发现成熟男人对人生有沧桑是可以靠几杯酒溶解的。他不再需要她!
  然后,第二个男人翩然而至 ,像春天丰润的雨水轻叩她寒冬里干涸的稻田 。
  事过境迁她发现自己不爱他 ,她似乎从的意想的眼神里看到“情”这东西,像一尾灵巧的蛇,当感觉到自己要捕捉到它时 ,它逃得比烟还快。
  而后,她怀孕了。
  男友的告罄的如同一道古老光照,逆溯滑泻在不忍割舍拖沓的裂纹之中 。
  饶舌要把的酷热的虚幻 ,烦渎的梦呓嵌入了四月的媲美。
  产下的生命,转留给她灰烬的希望。
  苍穹里,瞬息有了舞风的轻柔 ,啼听的鸣啭,引人溶入缥缈的憧憬 。
  他摇亮火机,点燃了一支
  她走近他 ,他疑惑地打量她 。
  该说些什么,她想。
  “你是…… ”他皱着眉头问。
  窗外又是欲雨未雨的天气,窗内是轻柔的音乐 。
  她的嘴张成O形 ,我是“思凡” ,她很不自然地挤出了自己的网名。
  “是你,怎么知道我在这。”
  “你在发的着名贴子里都在描述这个位置 。 ”
  他对自己的后知后觉感到好笑:“你的文笔也不错,我时常能看懂你的心事”
  她也笑起来 ,很好看。
  这时,只是序曲,从此他们有了第二次 ,第三次,第N次……面对面的接触。
  一天,相碰发烫的心他对她说:反正我一个过得很单薄 ,不如我们生活在一起,包括你的女儿 。
  反正网络上下载的爱情,总需要一点点生活感触的类同和颓废。

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英译版本:

The air pressure is very bottom, really air pressure is very.
He felt the other side of the long street, and the inexplicable inexplicable smoking, the windy linged, it seems to be steamed away a person.
When I walked into the island coffee house, I got a pot of rose tea for more than three hours.
It is only the April, April, but suddenly rose temperature, then suddenly, the sky is ushered in heavy rain, the glass window is very chorus. It is like a tornado, and it is necessary to use the entire city to be driven on the edge.
His heart is so soaked in the low pressure of heavy rain, as if it is soaked in the glass cover, almost a moldy taste of his body.
The sky outside the floor is vividly of 10 million gray eiversia, fanning their dirty wings. If you bring an umbrella, you may have a small square round, but also a trace of peace, even if you get out of the outdoors, you don't have to go with the dust like the dust.
The departure has not been working for six years. The days are like a splashing water or spray, spurting the branches. The sigh of the lungs passed like a fanless whistle, so that it fell into a sluggish emotion.
Friends working in the same period were already the big and small director, only cold quaned.
Life is the uncomfortable review, floating in the shake of the fascinating, and is dripping in a slightly sloppy. When he muttered, he saw a little bit of raindrops, but there was a change in a single array, and the world outside also smashed in the Lieyang. Let you don't understand the road, when it's my heart, it seems that it is occasional into a cluster cloud, and I accidentally fell my tears.
Sitting in the position, I don't want to take it, pray for the heart of Nirvana.
People in the house have protected a haze.
Don't understand the opinions, always in the previous days, let the leaders have heard of a very harsh critique. Only perfunctory can symbolize the oxygen in the air, drilling into the body cavity, can remove those contempt.
Honest attitudes are like this, and the hustle and bustle of the monsters are monster, and they are also sprinkled into the gantins of the barren Jiaota.
Sometimes people will say that you are"Good people", not that means, there is still a series, hidden sex. But he ...
But the man who left the organ hit the wall.
Drinking a snoring flower tea, he looked at the ceiling, it feels like a fragile shellless molbished animal has thrown into the thorns.
What she wanted to write on the table suddenly floated, and the pihydrops were washing the lead.
It is always ingenious to integrate and demonstrate.
Deductive Destiny, like creating a leaf to see the bottom of the cracked, 彷徨 and sink should not be very far away, but accurate measurement is not known, the rhyme is the crown emperor.
She is a good woman, mistakenly written, which is forced to live. The injury of the hypothy, like a female powder box, depicting bright red lips in a small round mirror, muttering.
She is pondering, after this winter is not too cold, suddenly the summer, there is no clear in April, and the torque is a hot heart.
In the sentence: "Spring is the funeral of winter snow, summer solstice is a spring breeze, autumn is the charm of summer night, winter cold, the cold, the autumn, the season, what is the sacrifice of fate , 铿 You can't just compromise, indifference and warmth are always along. "
like she gives her own lip type, and founces both cheeks in the text. She didn't want to let the people sitting, she is not a hundred percent old hand, this is her nthly.
She remembered that she was angry when she was 18 years old, and her thirty-year-old boss like his father, I arouse her lack of concern.
The boss became the first man, desire to let her like a sponge, softly sucking the opponent's vicissitudes, and she almost became full of vicissitudes.
In the age of 21, she found that mature men had vicissitudes of life. They can rely on several glasses of wine. He no longer needs her!
Then, the second man is coming, like a spring rich rain, the rice fields in the cold winter.
The transit is relocated, she finds that she doesn't love him. She seems to see "Love" from the imaginary eyes, like a smart snake, when I feel that I have to catch it, it escapes smoking fast.
After, she was pregnant.
The boyfriend's war is like an ancient light, and the trap is notTurning the cracks of the mutter.
Rao, the cool illusory, the invisible dream is embedded in April.
The life of life, and the hope of leaving her ash.
In the sky, there is a gentleness of the dance wind, the sound of the sound, and the embarrassment of people.
He shaken the fire machine, ignited a
She approached him, he wanted her to wonder it.
What should I say, she thinks.
"You are ..." He wrinkled with brows.
The window is desirable to rain, and the window is a soft music.
Her mouth Zhang became O-shaped, I am "Si Fan", she is very unnaturally squeezed out of her net name.
"It's you, how do you know that I am here."
"You are describing this position in the famous post."
He looked lucky to his later known: "You The writing is also good, I can often read your heart "
She laughed, very nice.
At this time, it is just a prelude, and they have a second, third, nth ... face-to-face contact.
One day, the heart of the shackles said to her: Anyway, I have a very thin, it is better to live together, including your daughter.
Anyway, the love downloaded on the network, there is always a little bit of life feelings and decadent.
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