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轮廓
你离开那一刻什么都没说
那么毫不犹豫地擦肩而过
忘了最初的承诺 要一辈子爱我
我总是透过泪水看你模糊的轮廓
我总需说服自己真的没有爱错
难道是我做得不够
所以你总是什么理由都不说
潇洒的说走就走
我总是在等待你何时回来中度过
我总需承担你不负责任的后果
难道真的必须放手
我的心才能真正得到解脱
停止无谓的等候
忘了你那模糊的轮廓
你该学会把握 现在还爱着你的我
谁知哪天我真的要走
你能否承受 明天不再有我
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你懂的 我们并不适合
不要再勉强了
我们之间的差距像天地之隔
不是努力就可以跨越的
你说的 你也开始累了
是时候放弃了
不要在执著说你非爱我不可
爱得这么苦根本不值得
你哭了 因为我放弃了
我不想爱你了
坚持在一起我们不会幸福的
从此以后我们各走各的
你错了 我没有舍不得
也没有不快乐
你看到的泪水其实不是真的
我没有心痛到无法负荷
你追着 紧紧把我抱着
让我离不开了
仿佛失去我你就不能呼吸了
你的爱竟然会那么深刻
我笑着 我又有勇气了
也不会放弃了
只有你能让我感觉真的活着
这样的情叫我如何割舍
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Garden
Step into my garden
Step in and you'll see
a measure of peace
and tranquility.
It's the scent of the blossoms
the buzz of the bees
the sweet song of birds
as they sing in the trees.
The sweet scents of roses
their petals so new
as they glisten and sparkle
with the fresh morning dew.
Run your toes through the grass
beneath a canopy of trees
hear the rustle of leaves
as they blow in the breeze.
Let the beauty of Springtime
Fill your soul with great peace
Take it with you and share it
with each one you meet!
Edited by NeverSayGoodBye 14 Aug `08, 1:12PM -
.....what is 轮廓 ?
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Camomile Tea
Outside the sky is light with stars;
There's a hollow roaring from the sea.
And alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.
How little I thought a year ago,
In that horribe cottage upon the Lee
That she and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea!
Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.
We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against her knee.
Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.
Edited by NeverSayGoodBye 02 Sep `08, 2:16PM -
After a While
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the courage of a man (grace of a woman), not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
with every goodbye you learn.......
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Originally posted by oxford mushroom:
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This Rice I Eat
This rice I eat
Was once hopeful padi,
It's stalks solemnly laden,
bowing their heads,
Continually swayed by
the blowing breeze.
This grain of rice I chew..
I am swallowing it down my wet throat,
So from flowing blood
In my body an action terminates.
Gusty wind and equatorial sun
Scorch the body of the peasant
in the field;
Heat, rain I eat is a mixture of them all.
This good deed I receive
Is a common gift, like many branches
growing together.
This rice is the product of labour
Returned to those who deserve it.
So what I eat is not originally from rice
But from sweat,
blood constantly flowing;
So what I swallow is not
originally from padi,
But from the sinews,
the pulse of all peasants.
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Turtledoves
They walk along together,
A couple holding hands
And never caring whether
The sight of them demands
Responses less than seemly:
A point, a laugh, a stare.
Her hazel eyes are dreamy;
He loses himself there.
Time melts away, revealing
A boy and girl in love.
With poplars for a ceiling,
Heralded by doves
They stroll the cobbled pathway,
A golden life ahead.
The vision fades. It's today,
And standing there instead,
Forever by his side,
Is the woman he adores.
He cherishes his bride
More deeply than before
In spite of all the creases,
The creaks and silver strands.
He knows nothing but peace as
They wander, holding hands.
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Stricken with myself and shamed
Beaten by wealth and pained
Written about who's not to be blamed
Now I'm left with myself and the nailed
Open to a bolt and maze
Not just once but twice, squeeze
my heart with a vice
Why does this have to be so unwise?
Who is the one that never shys, never slows,
and does he know my woes?
Who is the one that never faded, waited,
and does he know I'm frustrated?
Disturbed with the unwritten
Perturbed by the uncertain
The oil will never mix with water
The wave that died on the shore I'd rather
Led you to the spot
By my own careless plot
Why did my own flop
led you to the slot?
Who is the one that's hidden, unwritten,
and does he know my sorrows?
Who is the one that's so cruel, dual,
and does he know what follows?
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