夜空 森林 湖光

Samson's New Clothes

    In the afternoon,Samson was checking his camera sitting on the lawn,and meanwhile Johnson was passing by him.
    'You won't believe it!'Johnson said angrily to Samson.
    'What?'Samson asked.
    'Our director has disappeared!'Johson said,'we 8 people had searched every corner in the woods,but found nothing.Later,on the way back,we only found a pair of his dirty socks on a branch.'
    'So,what did it mean?'Samson gazed on Johnson in bewilderment.
    'You fool!The damn director is a cheat!'Johnson pushed Samson on the head.
    Johnson went to resting area directly and got the props together,cursing and leaving the location.
    Samson continued to clean the camera lens as if

老虎棕色的眼睛

不安地紧紧盯住

远方迷乱的烟雾

 

空旷的演奏大厅中央，音乐以一种温和的方式缓缓流淌，坐在巨大的黑色三角钢琴前的是一个孤寂的背影，舞台唯一的灯光耀眼地洒在他纯黑的礼服上，勾勒出寒冷的轮廓。
台下呈弧状环绕的观众席上，没有一位观众，尊贵的暗红色座椅上的灰尘覆盖了无声的悲凉。
没有人倾听，也不需要人倾听，孤傲的心绝不会轻易地把心门向外敞开。
钢琴师以沉稳的力度按下象牙白的琴键，击弦机带动琴槌猛烈撞击琴弦，延音踏板踩下，音符变成一缕轻烟萦绕在大厅漆黑的上空，在微光的反射下像是灵魂挣脱了身体在无人的走廊没有目的地徘徊。
缠绵悱恻，缠绵悱恻，一段响亮的刮奏打破了所有缠绵悱恻！
傲慢的指尖疾速地敲击着每一丝痛楚，每一个音符对应着内心深处每一段回忆。终于，琴槌不再只是敲打发音的琴弦，还深深地捶进他悸动的心脏，让他透不过气来。洪流、激湍、浊浪翻滚回旋，穿透耳膜的音响，把悲愤抬升到乐章的最高潮。
轻轻地，幽远的黑暗处响起几声零碎的掌声。
钢琴师怔住了，停下手中的音乐，呆呆地坐在琴凳上，完全没有意料到这里还有其他人，甚至怀疑自己是否出现了幻听。
观众席的过道又传来不急不缓的脚步声，阴暗中看不