味增濃湯 。無限沸騰

 

沐浴在阳光雨中 晶莹透亮的雨珠 清醒了 混沌朦胧的自己

翻开旧日的文字 那些 记录着快要认不清楚的点点滴滴

我还在感慨时间匆匆 而记忆却未曾更新

同样生涩单调的 没有文法的文字  曾经的 现在的 背后却隐藏着不同的含义

这些 被自己定义的 成长

 

 

很多时候 我的态度是明确的 而手脚却那样不听使唤地胡作非为

你们也许会说 这是我自己给自己的最佳辩解

是的 我还没能协调好我的大脑和僵硬的身躯

就像所有人都开始迈开朝向面前的幸福大道 而我却还在扭曲固执的手脚 缅怀那个自己都认不清的逝去的自己

 

第一次走进教堂前的墓地 仿佛能聆听到每一座墓碑下的深藏的秘密 来自那些自闭的心扉

于是 庆幸自己的血肉之躯仍然可以真实地感受生命的跳动 可以允许自己畅所欲言

我也终于明白 我们的视野只能在水平方向扭转180° 是上帝不忍让我们回头看见被自己亲手埋葬掉的遗憾

每一个人都应该是美好可爱的 可以大声地告诉自己那个深藏心中的秘密 和用一颗不再抱怨的平静的心 继续踏向更远的路

 

调皮的小孩最爱玩捉迷藏的游戏 却不小心把自己弄丢了

上帝亲手将她埋葬 在我身后悄悄地

我没再回头 我确信会爱上那个未来的更加勇敢的自己

我也仿佛听见她说‘我依然爱着落满梧桐叶的深秋 和大自然中自己爽朗的笑声…’

 

 

 

 

我和我的blog共度了5年的光陰

這5年 一直在堅持著記錄我的生活

公開這裡 不是爲了嘩眾取寵 不是爲了博取關注

每一篇日誌 我都想好好保存

以前想過刪除 而後來卻一篇也捨不得刪

時間把記憶模糊 以後回憶的時候 至少這裡是完整的

 

5年的歲月 我的文字隨著生活的體驗越發沉穩起來

帶走了一些稚氣

依然還是那麼粗心 依然在頻頻犯錯 依然很怕輸

不過 我還是堅信那句“上帝也會犯錯 更何況我是瘋子”

今昔對照 那些錯誤沒有再選擇逃避 相同錯誤只敢犯一次

漫漫人生 僅走了我的四分之一世紀 那麼 我還有時間輸得起

 

已經不泡網了 依然每天有默默的腳印留下

我的生活態度開始被關注被肯定

也讓我更有信心面對未知的艱辛

 

5年的留英生活 不知道會不會就此結束

如果遺憾終究要在此圈上句號

那麼這最後半年 希望努力給自己頒上一份年終嘉獎

 

 

好了,,

最後設了權限不再對外公開 只是想留點空間給自己

 

 

 

 

“First choice is,,

always the best choice in most of senses…

The best performance is,,

taking away the last accessory

from a model going to the runway.”

 

 

 

 

My emotional brain activates all the nerves

that is back to an

“only and being just like me” life.

Smashing time only sticks on this September,,

Comfy atmosphere touches my skin,

tropical fruits fulfil the sunshine,

and all the things return to a kind of instinct.

 

Once in a while,

My memory has been led back by this golden fall…

“What kind of character was I staring in the past?”

one thing was for sure,

every time I immediately jumped into the same idiot game,

itching for a pure dream…

till the very ending,

all the puzzles turned out one principle,

“the only two kinds of people in the whole universe are

biatch and…

'the Sure thing'”

 

Life plays us a fool, yet,

no much worry,

Leave chances a door open as usual, and...

Be enjoyable!

 

这个九月,,我跟我的未来开了个玩笑！

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Respect, for all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My ears had been suffering terrible noises these days since I moved to this nice lovely house. The sounds started from the early morning around 7, I was really shocked by the strong stamps came through the next little poor wall of my room, it was no exaggeration that the shocking stamps really seems like a group of baby elephants running in a narrow tiny room, a long, long noises never ended till lasting at least 2 hours longggggggggg, just woke up me from a great morning dream. Well, I could took this as my awful morning alarm though, the beautiful sun dramatically made up my mood during these days in September, there was really no such a thing could stop my cheery moment in the noon dressing upon my eyes with shiny, I then was trying to make myself a comfortable siesta, yet, my carelessness left the window open that suddenly access the transforming noises jumped up into my poor ears again… it was seems like that they really appreciate me to be their loyal listener though, I was woefully forced to listen this no musicality instrument played by a group of  novices. weary sounds left in the sunset, then I started with my hard working on the dissertation in the front of my computer… a shock came into my tender heart againnnnnnnn, it was a rumble vocal from a eskimo man just came back home finishing his hunting. A yelling at those elephants, this lasted another couple of hours without even a minute break… until mid-night! Same instrument was playing every counted day, my ears had really been exercised strong and strong day after day for this long lasting week. And I was still patient of being an elegant listener so far…

 

last but not least, I am thankful that I fortunately live on my own!