Lost

作者:公孙小露人气:2617更新:2021-07-19 06:01:22

年复一年 ,此刻的你就像是漂泊的蒲公英 ,随着风迹奔向远方,向着未知出发。

你就像是一个深不见底的迷,永远潜藏心中 。

遥远的天际浮现了星光 ,你一步一步的往前走,背后升起了漫天的孔明灯,蔓延了天际 。

那些情话 ,那些诺言,那些潦草的字体,竟然让你停下了脚步 ,你似乎听见了陌生的语言,至此转身嫣然一笑。

你还是你,只是你依旧是个迷。

——至始不得而知 。

你在十字架前祈祷着 ,愿所有你爱的人和爱你的人都平安喜乐。

至始而终,你都是这般温柔得对待世界。

——良年素语

今日的前奏是明年的诺言 。

徐徐上升的灯火就像是漫天的烟火被瞬间的定格,汹涌的人潮之中你还是孤身一人缓缓前行 ,陌生的言语从四面八方蜂拥而来 ,直到你停下了脚步。

此刻的你失去了言语的功能,仅剩下不断重组的记忆作了一夜的呼啸。你只能依靠在墙壁之上,听着所有的祝福 。

你越是显得无力 ,就能从中迸发多少能量,你一直都是这般,不肯认输 ,唯有淘汰。

在世间之中,我们有太多的东西无法被别人理解,只因你不是我 ,我亦不是你,始终隔着一道鸿沟,无法跨越。

你只能让人引起共鸣 ,至始无人理解你 。

 


 

旧梦留痕。

沉沉的坠入了梦境之中,熟睡中的你如孩童一般踢着被子,彻夜翻身。

当冰冷气息袭之而来 ,你就这般缓缓的醒来 ,坐在床边喃喃自语,亦不知何时再度沉沉的入睡 。

长夜绵绵,似是说了一夜的流离 ,强劲的北风透过窗户吹起了灰白窗帘,时而有人影浮现,时而有蝴蝶悄然飞入 。天际之边的星光被浓重的雾遮掩 ,只能透过云层窥见它那冰冷若霜的双眸。你深陷梦境之中,像是发了狂似得不断奔跑,在这漫长的岁月中从不得知那个才是真正的我 ,接连你沉浸在海水之中,冰冷的气息淹没了你的身躯,接连你又再度站在高楼顶端 ,望着人群如蝼蚁一般匆忙行走便倾身倒下,沉沉的坠落。

于是,你又再度醒来 。疼痛的感觉渗遍全身 ,手臂的伤口不断在流血 ,你只能匆忙的包扎,接着在疼痛的感觉下再度入睡。

长梦留痕,不外乎是生活上的阴影浮现于梦境之中。你一直保持着清醒 ,却甘愿沉醉于梦境之中,或许现实与梦境差异甚大,你也就只能将所有的想法寄托梦境之中 ,以此作为你长久以来持有的习惯 。

 


 

平安的信使。

她说,为什么喝酒也不叫上我。接连而来的是她从口袋里抽出了苹果送予给你,作为平安夜的礼物 。

如此这般女孩 ,着实让你感觉温暖。流年岁月,你亦认识过不少女生,亦和许多女生建起友谊 ,唯独她竟逢时过节都不曾忘记了你。顷刻你竟感到生活的美好,就像是触手可及的阳光,融于心窝之中 。

这般的女子 ,注定在你生命的旅程之中划下了不深不浅的痕迹 ,足以让你在任何时候都能想起她的好。生活不假,女孩的不造作似乎让你倍感觉得真实。向来直来直往的你,注定了会遇上这样的一个女子 ,她的直来直往,定是你寻了多年的好友 。

你曾在年华中遇到几人,亦与几人曾有交集 ,更或是成了长年密友 。你终究是不得而知,然后当时光的脚步越来越快,岁月的痕迹终将会浮现出它原有的容貌 ,你认清了,也看开了,也就这般逐渐变得平静 ,变得有些痴呆。

所以,当我们不断的翻开记忆的痕迹,不要忘了那些曾经给予你温暖的人 ,同样亦要记得他们 ,记住他们的好。

一辈子不长,浑浑噩噩就这样过去了 。幸好,我还有一生浪费。


 

琐碎。

时至今日 ,午后的微雨像是沉寂多日的心情悄然无息的落下,阵阵微风敲着窗户从远处走来 。你像是沉睡多年的人从梦中醒来,既惊讶在时光的长河中漂泊许久 ,也诧异着已是冬末时刻片刻不可停留。

你用纤细的笔在厚叠的纸上画着所遇见过的风景,你试图想挽留某样东西,却至此不曾想起那是什么时候遇见的景色。遥想初中之际 ,你是学校乒乓球队的核心人物,却无故退出,让所有人对此失望 ,个中缘由亦只有你知道 。

事物的事物,就像是时光一般无法用某样东西禁锢,它终究会流逝 ,终究会发生。也许 ,她是你这一生中最幸运的事,同样也将是你往后日子无尽的伤痛。

即便如此,你亦不曾后悔 ,也不曾为此过于伤心,偶尔的小情绪更让你感到真实,正如你未曾遇见我一般 ,如此声嘶力竭的释放伤悲 。

似乎微醉后的我更不适合写文,毕竟无法将细微的心理诠释开来,即便如此 ,我也尽量尝试着。

文の江生

近来,身体不佳,感觉像是生病了。

大概是每个晚上都被冻醒的缘故 ,对于梦境就有了很大印记 。

每个梦境都是新奇古怪,却也不乏趣味 。正如生活,酸甜苦辣尝个遍。

平安节 ,祝愿你们。

 

英译版本:

Annual year, at this moment, you are like a drift of dandelions. As the track rushes to the distance, go to the unknown.

You are like a distorted fan, always in the heart.

The distant horizon has emerged as a star, walking forward step forward, rising behind the sky, spreading the horizon.

Those love, those promises, those scribble fonts, let you stop, you seem to hear the strange language, and turn around and smile.

You are still you, just you are still a fan.

- is not known.

You pray before the cross, I hope all the people you love and people who love you are safe.

At the beginning, you are warm to treat the world.

- Wellness

Today's prelude is the promise of next year.

Xu Xu's rising light is like a fireworks that the fireworks is instantaneous, and you are still in the crowd, and the strange words have flocked from all sides, until you stop the footsteps. .

At this moment, you lost the words of the words, leaving only the reorganization of memory for a while. You can only rely on the wall, listen to all blessings.

You are more powerless, you can burst into energy, you have always been this, refuse to admit, only eliminated.

In the world, there are too many things that we can't be understood by others, just because you are not me, I am not you, always a gap, cars.

You can only resonate, and you can understand you.

Old dreams.

Shen suddenly fell into the dream, you are asleep, as a child is typically kicked with the quilt, turn over all night.

When the cold breath came, you woke up this slowly, sitting in the bed, muttering, and I don't know when to fall asleep again.

The night is long, it seems to have been discovered overnight, and the strong north wind blows the gray curtain through the window, sometimes there is a moving, and there is a butterfly that is quiet. The star of the horizon is covered with a strong mist, which can only peek through the clouds. You are deep in the dream, like a mad, I have never run, I never know that is really true in this long, you are immersed in the sea, and the cold breath drows your body. In the top of the tall building, he also hoped that the crowd was in a hurry, and the deep fall.

So you wake up again. The feeling of pain is acviously, the wound of the arm is constantly bleeding, you can only have a hurry, followed by sleep in the feeling of pain.

Long dream left, nothing more than a shadow in life, it is in the dream. You have been keeping a clear, but you will be willing to be intoxicated in the dream, maybe the reality is very different from the dream, you can only send all the ideas to the dream, as you have a habit you have long.

Peaceful messenger.

She said why drinking is not called me. Connected is that she took the apple from the pocket to give you a good night.

So, this girl, it makes you feel warm. In the years, you have also met a lot of girls, and I also built friendship with many girls. Only she did not forget you in the evening. In an angelicity you actually feel the beauty of life, just like a tentacle sunshine, integrated into the heart.

This kind of woman is destined to draw a not deep trace among your life, enough to make you think of her at any time. Life is not fake, the girl does not seem to make you feel true. I'm going straight to you, I have been destined to meet such a woman, she never goes straight, I have to find a friend for many years.

You have encountered a few people in the years, and there are several people have intensive, more or have a long-term friend. You are unknown, then when the footsteps of the time are getting faster, the traces of the years will eventually appear their original appearance, you recognize it, and it is also seen, it will gradually become calm. Some dementia.
So, when we continue to open the traces of memory, don't forget those who have given you warm, I also remember them, remember their good.

It is not long for a lifetime, and it is like this. Fortunately, I still have a waste of life.

Trivial.

Today, the afternoon's heavy rain is like a quiet and quiet, and the breeze knocks the windows from the distance. You are asleeping for many years to wake up from the dream, surprised to drift for a long time in the long river of time, and it is also in the end of the winter time.

You use a sleeper pen to paint the scenery that has been met on a thick paper, you try to retain something, but I have never thought of when it would meet the scenery. In the middle of the junior high school, you are the core of the school table tennis team, but they have to quit, let everyone disappoint this, and only you know.

What is things of things, like time, it is generally unable to use something, it will eventually pass, and it will eventually happen. Perhaps she is the luckiest thing in your life, and it will also be the endless pain you come behind.

Even so, you have never regretted, and you never have been too sad. Occasional little emotions make you feel true, just as you have never met me, so the sound of exciting is sad.

I seem to be drunk, I am not suitable for writing. After all, I can't interpret the subtle psychology. Even so, I try to try it.

Wen の Jiangsheng

Recently, the body is not good, it feels like a sick.

Probably every night is freeze, there is a lot of imprint for dreams.

Every dream is a geomery, but there is no shortage. As living, sour is sweet and bitter.

Ping An Festival, I wish you.

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