加载中…读一首诗，写一点字，感受一个人的时光
(2013-03-23 14:59:10)
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一首诗房间时光阳光鸟声杂谈 |
When you are old
and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by
the fire, take down this book;
And slowly read,
and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had
once, and of their shadows deep
How many loved
your moments of glad grace,
And loved your
beauty with love false or true.
But one man loved
the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the
sorrows of your changing face
And bending down
beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little
sadly, how love fled
And paced upon
the mountains overhead,
And hid his face
amid a crowd of stars
没有雨，也没有阳光的下午。
一个人的房间，一个人的茶，一个人的呼吸，度着一个人的时光。
鸟声是那么的真实，心跳是那么的真实。也许，也许有的只是幻假。可这不是那么的重要。内心的感触，好似摇桨的小帆，载着我去游看世间的斑斓。
没有什么比感受来的更真实的了。
繁华锦簇，会令人手眼乱放。独树一帜，才让我聚精会神。
心里装不下那么多的我，倚立窗台，只取眼前的那一株丁香。抓住它淡而又淡地香，印在我的脑海。
当年老时，我想，会记得你的容妆。
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