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风之子随之而生，随之而逝
11 มิถุนายน What's the most important thing in your life?I have lived for so long but till now I know I've forgotten the goal of my life or to say that I've been lost in the busy life. What's the most important thing of my life？That's pretty a good question because it can always pull someone out of the hopeless mess. When you are chasing a single thing, you always forget other things, many things, important or not. But you just lose the balance of your life. To tell the truth, I considrer it as a kind of suicide. I have been in such state for a year maybe. That's stupid. I know I am a stupid thing sometimes. Haha. But I am happy to be aware of it now. Compromise used to be a best way to solve all the problems for me but now it show me the endlessness of hard life. Why? Because the people of today want to be ill-treated maybe. When you give out a gentle smile at the mistake he or she has made, it easily passed with nothing left. It's another start of other bad things. Sometimes I have to admit that I don't know how to refuse. In my opinion, it's a kind of impoliteness. Well, obviously, I am too easygoing to play with. Ridiculous!
I should make things easy for me to handle. It's my life, not others'. I should pay more attentions to myself and my own life. There're so many troubles in life and I can't solve them now. So just let them be and just put them off, try to persuade myself to live for my own life. I am not others' slave and I should start a new balance of my life. That's the plan!  17 สิงหาคม 思念 missing你走了再没有回头 You've gone without looking back again It starts the missing that you say goodbye It witnesses the time goes by The days of missing have passed away with you The missing sees the hard time and the warm moment How many things you have taken over The most important treasure is the love deep inside You've gone without looking back again It starts the missing that you say goodbye You've experienced so much sadness But you never forget to drink the last cup full of missing 我依然记得我们一起度过的日子
我傻傻地披着毛巾被装大王的时候，你看着我笑得很开心
我赖着你“拖板车“的时候，你也会很认真地陪着我玩
我喜欢从第4个抽屉开始翻到第1个抽屉，你就默默地从第1个抽屉整理到第4个抽屉
你也一定记得我们一起分享的时光
你会拿着每天的新报纸让我了解外面的世界
你会给我准备毛笔和字帖让我练字
你会拿着装满点心的盒子让我吃
昔日的“大王袍“早已退去了色彩
扑克牌早已起了毛边
你亲手做的柜子还流溢着温和的光亮
一叠叠的旧报纸还有你的手指和目光扫过的痕迹
毛笔还是你梳理的，墨迹也还留在纸上
装点心的盒子也依旧立在那里
只是你和我的回忆在今天停止了
我知道你在天堂继续诠释着自己的时间
而留在这里的我也将续写自己的故事
思念在两个世界蔓延，保佑着我，安慰着你
做一个像你一样坚强的人
做一个像你一样内敛的人
做一个像你一样热爱生活的人
做一个像你一样关心家人的人
所以请你放心
我将好好地走过自己的一生
每当这样的雨天再来的时候
我便会忆起今天的一切
雨水会转达你对我的教导
蒸汽会转达我对你的思念
放心吧，别忘了给我讲你在天堂的桩桩件件 11 สิงหาคม 孩子们的笑脸正因为是梦,所以没有开头,没有结尾,没有原因,没有结果......
只记得在未来的某个时候,当了一所小学的老师.
阳光洒进窗户,透过七彩的玻璃,造成一种温暖而又易于入睡的气氛,不自觉得,我睡着了......
阳光有点热热的,我抬起头,似醒非醒,看看窗外,
一群孩子在旋转椅上嬉戏玩耍,
清楚记得,那旋转椅是学校的电扇改装的,
孩子们脸上的微笑是那么温和,
一切都像发黄的旧照片一样,真实而让人感动.
又一次,我抬起了头,看见的是同事白净的面庞,
我向她诉说着我的梦境,
她笑着对我说,那些孩子早已不在人世......
她给了我当年的卷宗,我能认出他们每一张亲切的面庞,
她说他们消失得很离奇,
是学校至今悬而未决的事件......
一切都很温柔,她的脸庞,孩子们的笑容,窗外的阳光.
当我准备仔细看看卷宗时,
发现自己趴在床上,不能动弹,
又是新的一天...... 反invert天空是红色的，
太阳是蓝色的，
月亮是黑的。
The sky is red,
the sun is blue,
the moon is black.
冰在火中吟唱，
火在水中游弋，
鱼儿没有尾巴。
Ice sings in the roaring flame,
fire cruises in the water,
fish without tail.
盛开的花朵是枯萎的，
死去的树叶依然青翠欲滴，
枝头没有小鸟。
The blossoming flowers are withered,
the dead leaves still fresh and green,
no birds in the tree.
眼泪在流淌，
笑容在凝固，
人没有心。
Tears run,
laughters solidify,
man, no heart. 27 กรกฎาคม water 水水是如此曼妙的一种物质，只有当它从身边流淌而去的时候，才意识到潜藏在内的律动之美。
Water is just such a fantastic thing, only when it runs past us, could we notice the beauty of its rhythm be hidden.
雨水冲刷着树林的每一寸泥土，他们享受着泥土的芳香，在林中留下一道道足迹。雨滴打在翠绿的树叶上，慢慢滑过细细的叶脉，从叶子的边缘滚落到地上，伸展着它透明而富于变化的身体。千万滴雨水落下来，在每一寸土地上交换着过去的记忆和未来的希望。你能看到的只是雨水形成的短暂溪流，而其中喧闹的场景却完全出乎你的想象。湿气弥漫在你的周围，水伸出纤细的手指抚摸着你的面颊，从皮肤到心田都有种被滋润的感觉。
Rain washes every square of the earth in the wood, enjoying the sweet smell of the earth, left streams of footprints. The water drops upon the light green leaves, sliding across the nervure, rolling to the edge of the leaves and down to the land, streching its transparent and full of change body. Millions of drops of the rain exchanges the momeries of the past and the hopes for the future. You can see the stream they formed for a while but you can't never imagine the noisy scene they play togther. The moist air hold you tightly and water reach to your face with its soft hands, and it seems that the happiness moist you from underneath the skin to the very bottom of your heart.
平静的湖面，微风轻拂，水也在静静地休息。它睡着，但仍然向外界传达着美的讯息，它将蓝天白云尽收胸中，却是如此谦虚地把美丽让给他们来表达。
Lake silent, squeeze blowing, water sleeps so deeply. It sleeps but conveys the messages of beauty all the time; it holds the blue sky and the white clouds in its arms but just let them show off the beauty of themselves.
想做一捧宁静的水，在烈焰中舞蹈。
I want to be a handful of calm water, dancing in the roaring flame. |
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