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标签:杂谈 |
那是一扇普通的门
木制的
有门框
它
开着
那是一个人
靠着门框
站着
独自静静地
站着
他孤独吗
或许
不
淡黄的灯光
温柔地
关怀着它
关怀着他
因为它
因为他
影
得到了生命
填补了漆黑的
空虚
影中
有一个她
是该无奈?
是该等待?
最近终于有时间认真去睇书,或者讲系有决心同勇气push自己去睇书,但又发现自己有好多野都睇唔明、谂唔明,最终唔明白点解自己读左甘多年书都仲系甘肤浅。
郁闷、苦恼、安静、反思,思前想后,都揾唔到答案,或者呢个就已经系答案。一直,我都处系迷失之中。
拉不近的距离,
犹如一座从不存在的桥,
纵然只是相隔对岸,
却也只能遥遥相望。
如果,云走了,天空是否会感到寂寞,
如果,灯熄了,我们是否会在黑夜中感到孤独,
如果,你走了,我的生活是否会从此延续空白,
只是,你并没有走,因为,你还没有来。
天空加白云是晴天,天空加乌云是阴天,
我加你会是什么?你加我又会是什么?
灯熄了可以再被点亮,
但是我们的关系从来没被点燃,
所以,就算灯灭了又有什么关系。
如果,太阳出来了,我们就能感受到温暖,
如果,新芽出来了,我们就能感受到希望,
如果,你走来了,我们……
只是,你并没有走来,所以,你不会离开。
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标签:随笔/感悟 |
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标签:随笔/感悟 |
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标签:随笔/感悟 |
It's been there for a long time. It keeps quiet, and stands still in the corner of the room.
It's been there for a long time. Sunshine makes it warm. Wind makes it cool. Moonlight shadow gives it company. Dust gives it decorations. However, it gained nothing from me.
It's been there for a long time, and still the same as it was. Everything is changing in my life, including me, myself. I am no longer the person that I was just after two years time. Being busy became my trademark, and pursuing reputation sometimes made me blind. That's why I forgot to involve it in my life.
It's been there for a long time, and so far longer than my life. What's it? It's my guitar, exactly my dad's guitar, bought in 1985, one year before I was born.
Now all the annoying things are going to be over. What's waiting for me is a peaceful