秋凉的花儿散文

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秋凉的花儿散文


A night rain, cool autumn wind send.
Through the seasons change, reminding us of scenes in a wake. However, although I wake up, dreams are Weixing, I wonder if the cycle of past lives or this life reflected upside, dream joys and sorrows, vaguely not entirely.
Perhaps the dream has to bear that Zhu Lei, but it has long been in the hair between the condensation.
Lean against the wind. Were not alone, the heart alone.
Who said, proud to be alive.
Never expect that can be understood by others, a strong Ye Hao, vulnerable no matter whether. Can not do a princess in a fairy tale, but at least in their own story, who can not master of its own protagonists.
Roadside Napian white orchids bloom several gone. Originally not a well-known flowers, and perhaps thank them go, not a few people care about.
However, I am concerned about. Will not forget, they look like under the sun Mingyan Mazumdar; will not forget, they are physically and mentally tired when I showed surprise. Only my pity, and not prevent their departure.
When young, met with love flowers, love to adopt to plug in the bed of the vase. Today, the number of flowers and swaying in front of, but never mind moving over to the pick, even if only one.
Capture, perhaps due to attracted to love. However, I do not want. Capture the moment because of the pain of the flowers, are also looking at my bone marrow.
So, rather empty window of the vase, guarded hope that a distant relative, nor to go pick those vibrant beauty to decorate my window scenery.
Because, even though close to that beautiful, but has too short.
I know, that the United States, and that incense, in the heart. At a minimum, Retention and that distance, I will be more care than ever before.
Fleeting as water, how much better the slip from the fingers. Some good, not unwilling to capture. I am afraid that the moment in order to own, but lose more.
So, I reside in situ, Bujibuli, but quietly.
No one knows. Together with my care of those flowers.
The fall of Qin cool skin. A person standing against the breeze.
Do not think I'm in a daze. In fact, I look at the scenery.

一场夜雨,秋风送凉。
  穿越季节的更迭,恍若一场梦醒。然而,我虽醒来,梦却未醒,不知是前世的轮回,还是今生的倒映,梦里悲欢,依稀未尽。
  也许梦里有滑落的珠泪,但是早已于发丝间凝结。
  逆风而行。人不孤单,心孤单。
  有谁说过,高傲地活着。
  从不奢望能被别人所懂,坚强也好,脆弱也罢。做不了童话里的公主,但至少在自己的故事里,谁也不能主宰自己的主角。
  路边那片开得雪白的兰花儿没了。原本不是什么有名的花儿,或许它们的谢去,并无几人在意。
  但是,我很在意。不会忘记,它们在阳光下明艳素洁的模样;不会忘记,它们在我身心疲惫时呈现的惊喜。只是我的怜惜,并不能阻止它们的离去。
  年少时,见了喜欢的花儿,总爱采来插在床头的花瓶里。如今,多少繁花曾在眼前摇曳,却从未动过心思去采摘,哪怕只是一朵。
  撷取,也许是缘于倾心的爱。然而,我不愿。因为撷取那一刻花儿承受的痛,也会深入我的骨髓。
  所以,宁愿空着窗前的花瓶,守着那一份遥遥相对的望,也不去采撷那些生机勃勃的美丽,用以装饰我窗前的风景。
  因为,那美丽纵然亲近,但拥有太短暂。
  我知,那美,那香,在心里。至少,留着那距离,我会比任何时候都更加在意。
  流年如水,有多少美好从指缝中滑落。有些美好,不是不愿撷取。只怕为了那一刻的拥有,反而失却更多。
  所以,我驻留原地,不即不离,只是默默。
  没有谁会懂得。连同我爱惜的那些花儿。
  秋,凉沁肌肤。一个人,迎风而立。
  不必认为我在发呆。其实,我在看风景。


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