夏初夏末

作者:汪飞达人气:2589更新:2021-07-13 10:00:09

   那年,夏初 ,相遇,相知。

    

    这年,夏末 ,陌路,陌人 。

 

    夏殇,过往 ,疼痛,宿命。
  
  人生总在演绎着太多的关于。
  
  其实,我们都一样 ,为别人的故事欢笑着,却为自己的故事哭泣着 。
  
  世界旋转,四季轮回 ,落叶飘过一季又一季。
  
  我也一样吧 ,刻在脑海里的悲伤印迹,始终抹不去。
  
  我知道,时间不曾为谁停留过 。
  
  虽如此 ,自己却抑制不住那泛滥的情怀,继续用文字书写着自己的多愁善感。
  
  那文字柔若无骨,透着一丝凄凉。
  
  那微笑僵硬枯燥 ,有着一丝悲伤 。
  
  于是,想触碰那些明媚阳光,让快乐在指尖绽放。
  
  只是 ,有些缅怀只在心里停留过,当岁月都变苍老,幸福却还在离我很远很远的地方站着。
  
  我的眼神也一再涣散 ,涣散后就在也聚集不起来了 。


  天边的夕阳,落的太匆忙 。余霞光还未照亮微笑,就让人一再受伤。
  
  突然想到童年的自己 ,那时高枕无忧 ,笑靥如花。
  
  当时间的沙漏哽住我的咽喉,我变了 。
  
  时间把我们的纯真泯灭了,还未来得及和童年说声再见 ,岁月的流逝,就为过去划下了句号,童年也就不在了。
  
  有人说 ,风中的歌声最是动听。
  
  于是,我站在风中,专心聆听 。
  
  当风吹过 ,飘过我耳边的,却是蒲公英的哭声。
  
  是时间太无情吧,那些我们以为永远不会忘记的人 ,最终成了彼此的匆匆过客。
  
  散在天涯,虚无缥缈,伸手去挽留 ,却留住了一地残骸式的记忆 。
  
  “蝴蝶为花碎 ,花却随风飞。”这应该是关于疼痛最好的解释吧。
  
  人生总是这样,在不经意间伤害到别人,又在不经意间被别人伤害 。
  
  当往事已不堪回首 ,当我已握不住那青春的招牌,我想,悲伤已陪我度过了一季又一季。
  
  那青春如寂静的河流 ,蜿蜒流长,顺着宿命,流向下一个渡口。
  
  幸福花开在彼岸 ,我在此岸遥遥观望,当忧伤化为灰烬,我就会到达那幸福的起点 。
  
   夏季的天气变化无常 ,而我自己思绪也是变得很快 。

 

    夏初,夏末。缘起。缘灭 。

英译版本:

That year, summer, meet, know each other.

This year, the end of summer, strange road, strange.

Xia Wei, past, pain, fate.

Life is always on too much about.

In fact, we are all the same, laughing for others, but we cry for your story.

The world rotates, four rounds of reincarnation, and the leaves are floated after another season.

I am also the same, engraving the sad blot in my mind, I always wipe it.

I know, when time does not have to stay.
Although this, he suppressed the feelings of the flooding, and continued to write his own feelings with words.

The text is soft and boneless, and it is bleak.

The smile is boring, and there is a sadness.

So I want to touch those bright sunshine, let happiness bloom in the fingertips.

Just, some remembering only in the heart, when the years are old, happiness is still far from me far away.

My eyes are also scattered, and I can't get together after screaming.

The sunset in the sky is too rushing. Yu Xia Guang has not illuminated smile, and people have been injured repeatedly.

Suddenly thought of childhood, then he had no worries, smile like flowers.

At the time, the hourglass hired, I changed my throat, I changed.


Time put our innocence, the future is coming again, and the birthday of the child, the birth of the years, it will draw the sentence, and the childhood is not there.

Some people say that the songs in the wind are most beautiful.

So, I stand in the wind and concentrate on listening.

When the wind blows, it is drifting with my ear, but it is dandelion cry.

It's time to be too ruthless, those who we think that they will never forget, eventually become a hurry for each other.

scattered in the end of the world, the virtual, reached out, but retained the welch memory.
"The butterfly is fritter, the flowers are flying." This should be the best explanation of pain.

Life is always like this, inadvertently hurt others, it is hurt by others inadvertently.

When the past is unbearable, when I can't hold the youthful signboard, I think sad, I have spent another season again.

That youth is like a silent river, a long flowering, a fate, flowing down a ferry.

Happiness is on the other side, I am looking at it on this shore, when sad is ash, I will reach the starting point of the happiness.

The summer weather changes impermanence, and my own thoughts have become very fast.


Summer, summer. origin. Margin.

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