那一刻的风花雪月残--祈福

作者:慕容夜敏人气:1479更新:2021-07-13 20:00:15

连续记了好几天了,情感不但没得到渲泄 ,反而却越来越强烈,思念永没停止。就要到我最经常回忆,最常常梦到的情景了 ,但又有一丝畏惧,可能是“近乡情更怯”的缘故吧 。最想回忆的一但下笔往往却是最怕和最不愿意回忆的。面对着电脑,不知怎么下手 ,千头万绪 ,往日种种情景都浮现在脑海里,不知从何写起,不知怎样写起。


  

那一段我最刻骨铭心 ,深思梦萦的风花雪月残;那一段我记忆一生的爱恋情缘;那一个飘浮在心灵深处的身影;那一张颦笑涟涟的容颜 。象光,象电,象风 ,象雾。仿佛雪花飞舞,仿佛絮柳满天。最后只剩我独自一人对影无言,枯坐经天 。


  

命运有时玩笑开的让我觉得哭笑不得 。最最不喜欢夏季的我和她一段段的相逢 ,一场场的记忆却大部都发生在夏天。记忆中的故事总是离不开那个火热的季节---就像她:外表的温婉宁静下包裹着一个让我沸腾,燃烧的心。想到她,满心都是爱恋;想到她 ,满脑都是相思 。这个冬季出生的女人带给我这个冬季出生的男人全是火热和温暖,丢失她是我今生最最不该的决定。悔之晚矣,愿她能原谅我 ,愧对她太多。祝愿她幸福 ,安康,吉祥如意 。


  

那一刻,我升起风马 ,不为乞福,只为守候你的到来;


  

那一日,垒起玛尼堆 ,不为修福,只为投下心湖的石子;


  

那一夜,听一宿梵唱 ,不为参悟,只为寻你的一丝气息;


  

那一天,我闭目在经殿的香雾中 ,蓦然听见你颂经中的真言;


  

那一月,我摇动所有的经筒,不为超度 ,只为触摸你的指尖;


  

那一年 ,磕长头匍匐在山路,不为觐见,只为贴着你的温暖;


  

那一世 ,转山转水转佛塔,不为修来世,只为途中与你相见。

英译版本:

For several days, the emotions not only have to be resentful, but it is more and more strong, and the thoughts never stop. I have to remember my most often, the most often dreaming, but there is a fear, maybe "near the nostalgic". I want to recall one of them, but the pen is often most afraid of and the most reluctant memories. In the face of the computer, I don't know how to get started, thousands of Wan Xu, all kinds of scenes have emerged in my mind, I don't know where, I don't know how to write.


That paragraph I made my best, deep dreams of the snowy moon; that, I remember the love of life; that one floating in the deep heart; Said smile. Like light, electricity, like wind, like fog. It seems to be snowflakes, as if the flowers are full. Finally, I left alone, and I sat.


Destiny sometimes jokes, let me feel crying. I don't like the summer, I met her a paragraph, and a single memory happened in summer. The story in memory is always inseparable from the hot season - just like she: The warmth of the appearance is calm and wrapped in a heart that makes me boil, burning. Thinking of her, full of love; thinking of her, full of minds. The winter birthday brings me this winter born man all the hot and warm, and she is the most unresolved decision in this life. Repel late, I hope she can forgive me, too much to her. I wish her happiness, well-being, good luck.

At that moment, I rose the wind and horses, not for the blessing, just waiting for you;


That day, the barni is a blessing, it is not a blessing, only for the stone of the heart;


That night, listen to the Van Sheng, not Reference, just to find your own breath;


That day, I closed my eyes in the fog of the Temple, I heard the true words of you.

January, I shake all the passers, I don't want to touch your fingertips;

That year, the long head squatted in the mountain road, Not, just to post your warmth;

That one, turning the mountain turned to the Buddha tower, not for the cultural world, only for the way to meet you .

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