2015年2月2日星期一

時光輾轉

冬日的傍晚,依然有一絲涼風拂過窗前,雖不及秋晚那麼溫暖,但也舒暢。思緒也漸漸飄浮開來,回憶起年少的時光,那時,沒覺得時間可以流逝匆匆,仿佛眨眼之際,已過小半生。內心多少有一絲淺淺的留戀與惋惜,多少時間揮霍在不經意間,好似沒有欣賞過多少風景,卻已消失。

日子亦痕,亦無痕,那些生命裏的遇見,到了此時不知是否是美好的懷念。曾貪戀的一米光暖,期待煙雨小巷的相遇,是否還在夢裏帶著那一絲期盼跟渴望。

往事,是一朵消瘦的花,終會在流年的風中,漸行漸遠生涼。那些飄零的花瓣,總會產生一絲感傷。不知,世間所有的相遇,是否都是久別重逢,說過的感恩,道過的珍惜,是否已化為音符已遺失。

曾經,誰會想過時光會滄桑流年,將心變得蒼老,那些走過的風景,又怎會maggie beauty 暗瘡想到有天它會凋謝。曾經一起相伴過的人,又怎麼會知道在某天彼此分隔兩道,似未相遇過。或許,在某天某地彼此相遇,卻彼此擦肩而過。

時間越走越遠,而我們心越發抓不住,感覺沉重,卻又如此輕浮。我們迷離思索,開始追求未來,卻又迷失在未來的途中,喚不醒自己的靈魂該何去何從,在風雨中跌跌撞撞,卻找不到棲息之所,開始迷惘,開始無助,開始傷悲。

當思緒踏上記憶之路,恍如昨日我們還在小學的教室裏,聽著老師的教導,同學的嬉鬧。銘記著老師說過的話:“不好好學習,長大會後悔。”“別看你們現在還小,時間其實很快,現在你們坐在教室裏,而有天你們終會成為大人,離開學校。”而那時,我們誰會聽老師的話,認真過,或許太小,我們亦然不懂。可當我們如今長大了,誰能告訴我,你不後悔,你不曾懷念過,更不曾留戀過。

至少我後悔過,懷念過,留戀過。兒時的純真,種種嬉鬧,就像綻放的蓮,那麼的純,那麼的美。偶爾想起,總會泛起淡淡的笑,泛起maggie beauty 暗瘡濃濃的暖意,而這樣的時光只能去懷念,只能藏在心底。

而如今,雖已不會回到曾經,而我依然相信每個生命走過的人,都是跟自己有緣的,不管緣淺緣深,每一個曾發生的故事,都是歲月的銘記。

而可是偶爾想起風雨中走過的路,心依然還是會感傷,會心疼。當回憶起那段刻骨銘心的路途跟感情,不知覺就會想起那個人,當初以為他會是你一生的幸福,可總經不起時間的洗禮,不覺間漸漸不再並肩而行,而各選了彼此想走的路,當停下腳步回頭時,你早已不再身邊,想回頭追尋時,卻不知彼此分離在哪個交叉口。

這一路,很多人並肩走過。有些人,讓你學會了成長;有些人,讓你學會了選擇;有些人,讓你不再寂寞;而這些人卻終不是能陪你走過一生的人。離合聚散,早已是生命中逃避不了的宿命,而我們只能學會釋懷,釋然。

有時候,有些話,說與不說,彼此都懂,不語最深;有時候,有些人,來與不來,都在心裏,相念最真;有時候,有些情,戀與不戀,都是感情,遇見最美。多少年華如水,將執念寫成刻骨銘心,多少過往成詩,將落水流花寫成美麗。

時光輾轉,每一次轉身的背後,曾有著瑪姬美容怎樣的傷痛跟隱忍,那些曾開在心裏的花,是怎樣盛開和芬芳,又是怎麼凋謝跟荒蕪的,到最後,卻已是無關風月。這一生長路漫漫,終會遇見跟抵達,將那些紅塵際遇,輕輕銘記,固然已是滿足。

只因,有一種遇見,註定會錯過。有一種花,註定不會結果。有些故事,註定沒有結局。在遙遠的路,都會因為這細碎的時光變得冷淡。

而有些情,我們註定不會懂,而我們只能在心底寄放最美的時光,那些值得懷念的過往,都將生命中不可複製的風景,都是歲月長河裏淡淡的留痕,是蒼白記憶開出最美最溫馨的花朵,再漫長的路途,終有天會走到終點。

The impression of summer



Sunshine and rain alternate in time. Alternately, rain and shine; Sometimes sunny, sometimes rain again flood. Often to a pick up in the words that moved once lost, often to taste in music that a sweet savour of not ended. Expect too much coveted, desire to have waited a long time, cowardice encounter warmth. The world of mortals, rhyme light grows old, mottled went Maggie Beauty好唔好to in a hurry tassel, fade, maze and, where to look for a juan-juan wang heart desire. I always feel the sky like a lid, covered my thoughts. To whom should I lean? I only wish I was a little flower, the sunshine everyday, enjoy a good mood every day. Precipitation in the time of happiness, will one day be dug up again casting a good bit by bit. Night, can't remember how long didn't record the dribs and drabs of life to live, streaming falling outside the rain, like thoughts long finish.

Impression grew in summer, the leaves on the glass window with a shade, in my eye seems to include the depths of the summer. I raise my face in the sun, in the low light image to see their own future. Through the pages, in the yellow paper sinks down bit by bit. Once the dust settles, bright-eyed smiling is full of dreams, has become a light smoke. Else, it is spring, fell hand into the autumn, between the young one falls, may suddenly have a kind of unspoken pain in your heart, maybe the unutterable pain is helpless, abandon by youth is excessive magnificence washed by years. Maybe in if if lost, at arm's length similar days, inadvertently, rings have beenMaggie Beauty好唔好quietly in your face coated with light years imprinting, added year wind and frost. Summer comes, the spring rain no longer knit past poetry, fog lazily away, too. Time can't goes to the once upon a time, I would like to understand in the introspection, I want to cherish every moment on the Windows over time. His bones like autumn, but run counter to the reality of cool and refreshing, always want to in with the golden dream for dreams of the lost, but lost themselves in the multicolored colour. I was still in the dedicated line gradually ripe season, in again and again to admire, although no I can't find the so-called state, but the self-esteem of rebirth in autumn, still lingering in the sense of wheatgrass.

Years may be a curtain quiet stretches of dreams, find the rhyme of the ancient word, brushed my eyebrows, very shallow, light filar silk. Often suddenly in silence when others laughed out loud. And always in a large group of people laughing when suddenly fell silent. Laugh to tears not to strange sad. Also cried and cried and started to laugh I am such a neurotic. I like autumn in bay incense tree name, because, I'm still waiting for you in the ripe season. Memories, beautiful, and the pain. The star is across the tears on my face. No one CARES, also nobody to erase. Quiet night, will become as music again and again to repeat filter in your heart, so that delicate melodious sound, in no time to listen to, not sorrow alone, but is a rare precious, I think, can you know I know the people and things in life, should be like a lotus of beautiful! Life is like a dream, a time of life, that is like a turn round is a story of the time, a look at is a scenery, through the world of mortals, but is the most beautiful calmly and see all the world, but is really the most flat. Life on the road, with a wisp of cool breeze of the free and easy, pick a piece of cloud is elegant, cool, let the heart bathed in sunlight, and the smell of flowers, the poetry of life. Love is not a burden, will produce burden, love is not pressure, but pressure is produced. I like flowers and plants, just because I know that, like me, but is the time traveler. Since time chose me, that I again how sad, why don't you just write down my own words. Often this time, I always looked at the sky long sigh of relief. I want to cherish yourself.

In another metempsychosis, substantial enchanting season quietly. Only shallow summer, still remain a vigorous, although it a wisp of cool cool breeze brought a cool and refreshing the heart happy. In the spiritual growth of the road, I looked up at day, each turn of the moments, could hear the flower bloom and fade. The world the hustle and bustle, lonely life, always used to look for yourself in the quiet mind, to become the heart, to treasuringMaggie Beauty好唔好life is the most pure thick. Sing all bustling heart to rest, years static good hair white. Sky blue to deep, clear water thoroughly, the natural fragrance of air flowing between the beauty of this bay leaves, place oneself in the picture of color, make people perceive the quietly elegant of spring was drifting away... Maybe good since ancient times are short, people seem to always remember those bursts of sweet, I admit that I am. Haze of the sky, gradually clear up, the breeze caresses continue to ripple ripples lake, the lake reed has withered and yellow, telling the time silent. The willow breeze, seen flowers --, recall the past years, tears drop has unknowingly. I know, I just human ping, all the world, but is to see the landscape of then forget. Is too playing life, or things too capricious, I can only sigh fate and cruelty of reality. I live in beautiful summer, daub leaves whisper in the aftertaste of infatuation with shallow sing. Perhaps, in the green string memories of life, enjoy a long life, in the warm wind in my life, only here!