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季老走了(2009-07-12 20:37)
昨天,今天心情都不好,季老走了。我很敬重的大师就这样悄悄地走了。心里很伤感。脑子里忽然没了主线。空荡荡的。
司马牛忧曰:“人皆有兄弟,我独亡!”子夏曰:“商闻之矣,死生有命,富贵在天。君子敬而无失,与人恭而有礼。四海之内皆兄弟也,君子何患乎无兄弟也?”
兄弟聚之四海,散于五湖普天之地。厚德载之,海容纳之。
该发力了时候到了(2009-06-05 19:36)

该发力了时候到了,为了忘却的纪念,为了所有期待的眼光,为了......。该发力了。

以此为标。

6月5日

昨晚去海边了(2009-06-03 20:34)

   昨晚去海边了,没想到周二的海边还是有不少的人。有欢心的勾肩搭背的在水中嬉闹的,也有落寞的提着鞋在水中漫无天际的走着。如我。

  海真的大,可以任意咨为。大笑,大哭,大喊,大闹。还有沉默,还有泪水,还有思念。。。。

  夜是一层轻轻的,薄薄的, 纱。

 
 
Oceans apart, day after day, 远隔重洋,日复一日,
and I slowly go insane. 我慢慢地变得要失常。
I hear you voice on the line, 电话里传来你的声音,
But it doesn't stop the pain. 但这不能停止我的悲伤。
If I see you next to never, 如果再也不能与你相见,
How can we say forever? 又怎能说我们到永远?

Wherever you go, whatever you do, 无论你在何地,无论你做何事,
I will be right here waiting for you; 我就在这里等候你。
Whatever it takes, 不管怎么样,
Or how my

 

 

You don't live here anymore

by Sofia Kallgren

Everything has changed, everything's arranged
eversince you close the door
I'm stronger everyday since you went away.
I guess I will not cry anymore
all the nights dark with them before
And the days I've learn to love them more

Even though you're somewhere here beside
Stay away. You don't live here anymore
I could've been captived all like it was before
when I thought our love was true

But everything's surreal.
落叶(2009-04-25 22:58)

   中午,雨歇了。很想吃家乡的东西,上课的时候精神总是无法集中,仿佛时间还是停留在一个星期之前。同样也是个下雨的周末。北方的雨,冰冷,刺骨。

   脑子里想着武汉的热干面,家乡街头巷尾常见的小吃。在深圳,似乎只有那么一家。很珍贵了。

   拐个一个街口。满地的黄叶静静地躺在地上,应该睡躺在水里。

   不会吧,我是否看错了。这似乎只有在北方才能看到,怎么深圳也......

   多年前,我写过一篇小说,树和叶子.没想到,今天,在这里......

   错过了大明湖的月亮,误了趵突泉的佳期.原来,世间只有叶子最懂我.

风筝飘去的日子(2009-04-08 23:00)

   当还在冬天的时候,就一直憧憬着能在明媚的春光下放飞自己喜爱的风筝,随着风筝在空中的飘舞而尽情地欢乐,绽放许久没有的笑容。当那还是在白雪飘飘,寒风刺骨的寒夜,风筝是唯一温暖的地方。风筝在寒冷的冬夜,伴着我颠簸的路途,栖息在我心里的深处。

................

   风筝飘走了,手中的线断了.所有的一切又都回到了那曾经寒冷的晚上,就如现在...尽管是此时4月的深圳.

   风筝回家了,随着北上的春风回家,回到了她熟悉的地方.那里有她的亲人和曾经的欢笑,那里有她.....

   风筝啊.....

   风筝还会回来的,因为线盘还在这里,这里有适合她的线 ,有适合放风筝的地方.

   这里有风筝曾经的风景.

   等待风筝.

   等待风筝回来.

  

 

If I could take this moment forever
Turn the pages of my mind
To another place and time
We would never say goodbye
If I could find the words I would speak them
Then I wouldn't be tongue tied
Will I look them to your eyes
We would never say goodbye


If I could stop the moon ever arising
Day would not become the night
Would't feel this cold inside
And we'd never say goodbye
I wish that our dreams were frozen
Then our hearts would not be broken
When we let each other go
If I could steal this moment forever
Paint a picture perfect smile
So our story stayed alive

We would never say goodbye
Ahh...........

Missing Kite(2009-03-21 23:00)

 

Missing kite , which have warmed my heart in the lastest cold winter have boarded & inspired inner space in the midnight ; have made me a dream ....;shine is coming ,God with me .

But

 

Kite fly with hope in the sky by wings , is the thing with feathers.

That perches in the soul.

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops  --at all.

 

 

I've  heard it in the lastest cold winter 2008.

Lonely midnight over one hundreds.

Yet ,never , in extremity ,

It asked  a crumb --of ME.

 

 

 

Mar-21 Midnight with a heavy & sad heart .