2008年06月14日
Broad-leaved Epiphyllum
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One night of a full moon, the city was forced down noisily by denser and denser dim light of night. I sit in a corner of the balcony silently, am blooming waiting for that basin of broad-leaved epiphyllums.
Remembered it as a child, it was a silent moonlight night too, I had encountered for a clump of all one's life of broad-leaved epiphyllum - -In full bloom and withering. The handsome and clean moonlight is reflected, the light red, pure white color that flow indistinctly on the petal, so vivid, delicate and charming and moving. How about 's heroic and moving bursting forth is that! It seems that there is a thin and thin one " Finish shelling " Comes like sounds of nature, I seem to have a taste of life for the first time, feel that there is not brilliant some.
I am cherishing unprecedented excitement, am highly praising this kind of magnificent captivating bursting forth letting oneself go. But that person optimistic a romantic one stay team woman cadre tears fog dim to sigh over with feeling dim always at one's side: "Transient! " At that time, I can't totally have a taste of the woman cadre " transiently " in the mouth yet Deep implied meaning that a word contains. Just that low and low sigh of hers, a silk when it is brilliant to make me chew to that scene is solemn and stirring.
Having grown up, a lot of past events and memory about childhood are all collected the mountains and rivers in the remote homeland by me, in every tree and every blade, some have even lost gradually, but see the scene of the broad-leaved epiphyllum in the night, but still often flash in my brain, always cause different sighing with deep feeling each time. Perhaps, because go through in life or there is too much and " transient " experience The regret and helpless of the type, tonight, the handsome and handsome night of this corona after separated by more than 20 years, see broad-leaved epiphyllum a in full bloom one delicate and charming, that to taste wonderful view joyful and excited childhood again, following, it was only the grief with thin some unexpectedly.
The moon is walking in the sky lonelily. The stars have no language. I am staring at that gradually energetic bud quietly, listen diligently, the broad-leaved epiphyllum is coming up to me slowly, slow and deep step, step on garrulous I restless heart, state of mind unbounded ignorant to 4 visit.
"Who am I? Who is me? Spend similar every year, people different every year all the time " The Karaoka disc next door still breaks out hysterically at the quiet night unyieldingly.
Ah? Who am I? Who is me? The flower remains unchanged, the moon remains unchanged, am I still me? This make I worried and don't what does it know but angry puzzlement too.
It lets to be to play too crazy daytime, somniloquy of daughter that sleep soundly, build, turn on low TV set sound very, bore ears which enter me indistinctly. Inside of this drawing room, is one world of mine. I just think of and step on the threshold busily, am shuttling back and forth in two world outside the drawing room in the drawing room. All the time the product of imperceptibe quality of sloughing off confronts each other unyieldingly with life for some essential things in the life, resisting ubiquitous enticement. To the development and change of the human nature, are always cherishing a kind of too resting hope by but oneself. Sensitive soul is so timid in that layer of thin veil which reveals the known truth. Then, when muddled and right and vast and hazy, fall into a kind of deep worries, can not free.
Unconsciously, the bud has opened a small mouth bit by bit, the petal slices ripple slowly, just like the love that burst forth slowly that year. All of a sudden, if I sigh with all sorts of feeling, I am infinitely affectionate, mood as young girl bright and beautiful, soul but as small and weak as baby.
Remember, that basin of daffodils in my dormitory in the past, he often accompanies me to sigh over with feeling. And tonight, culture broad-leaved epiphyllum for two year first time in full bloom, when I calls him joyfully, recalled and just bantered one thinly unexpectedly: "It is woman's business to see flowers. "
My heart has sunk and fallen at the valley bottom of heart ravine gradually. Mine is unusual not to unexpectedly evoke the interest that a silk of his understands, I that so-called " tacit understanding of soul " of bragging and comforting ,It was collapsing at the first blow like this unexpectedly in realistic daily life. I do not know, the old man will be very fair time, the prospect of a city in the evening outside window, demonstrating such a story too? The time old man has a lot of keys, through the corrosion of years, can not open that only door either?
Am I still I who am original?
I originally solve for one, why pursue the answer to a certain form very much? !
I stand up, come into the study. Release the next to " feel self-humiliation and surmount " from bookshelf conveniently, ones that want from putting down in mind between lines are irritated and messy.
People can really be detached and one's own? Want, ask friend bring best seller that come on on other places specially from this copy for a long time originally, go to look for some answers, who knows already left all over dust in the book. About a lot of enthusiasm walk in expect only way of pursuit that get still, can't preserve letting in that room of the end on the way for ever " Achieve one's goal " Cabin in. Close romance and dream of the love on day like a lot of, a lot of are about youthful carefree and unrestrainedness, for work of life unconsciously, pots of bowl wooden dipper basin, bear children, oil salt rice and fuel,etc. this world trifles been buried.
In fact, so-called family, totally as those model dreamt of and designed among blazing love. In that garden enclosed in very high enclosure on four sides, those flowers beautiful, in fact always withering and in bud constantly; Some verdant and thick green leaves, in withered to become yellow leaf float, lag behind, turn on one sprout again. Happiness and worried, satisfy and regret, always go round and begin again with change of these lives, tide bulge and fall.
Perhaps, the mysterious beauty is only only because that is mysterious. Like the broad-leaved epiphyllum, in tonight my eyes, it is only a kind of ordinary flower. Like I being only only a woman too in recalling the eyes. He want passion that read originally, probably in look through behind my excellent brilliant work disappear.
In fact, how can is not oneself so? Without distance blind date close to familiar with, the passion of life originally, already belong to and reply the rippleless calmness of actual life gradually. The carelessness of having no intention each other, cause and neglect unconsciously between each other, after this kind of neglect passes by endless long night, deduce and drift apart.
Just, in the heart, still difficult this kind of fact denied oneself of bearing the love quickly. I begin to be angry in oneself, why simply go to look for this answer to torment oneself. Now, the thing that has already been understood, let me pretend not to know, is not it a bitter thing? Fault wrong to make it too clear in me. Can ambiguous and Chaos, and what be than?
Outside the window, the moonlight is like silver. The sound of frog of empty fairy pierces through and sees through the ice-cold and hard wall of forest of city for a moment, reverberate on my auricle. I remember terrifiedly that is in silent broad-leaved epiphyllum that bursts forth of night of moon. Cherish one silk feel ashamed and regretful, run out of study, at the balcony, several a totally in full bloom one those spoil beautiful flower, saying good-bye to the moon curling upwards. I know, after waving, they will move towards the death quickly. Know perfectly well in full bloom to wither, frustrate, how about 's soulstirring courage is this! Suddenly, a whiff of strong lofty sentiments reverberated in my mind, made me have one's ideas straightened out suddenly.
Probably everybody understands oneself has not already been original that one " I " ,Just I realize the truth a little later. Remember having a girl to once pour out to me: She has worshipped a person, but " he " knowing at short range ,But not that one that stood in the distant place knowing originally " He " ,After this is found, she is very disappointed. In fact, around whom us live, have too many such an eyes by mistake, superficial we, perhaps it is not we at heart, in different time, different scenes, in front of different persons, people will all appear with different images. Everybody consists of different parts in life, just sanctified by usage, everyone can only use " I " Show oneself to others, a routine is not the normal person.
So people and whether I wander up and down in me always. " I " It is in fact a word of nihility the most, " I " Always appear in different occasions in a different appearance, but " I " It is really only a singular word, which kind of appearance is " real self " ? The one really difficult to distinguish is not everything of the nature, but the people's appearance.
" I " ,Just a concept call not changed, it is investigated that its out-and-out few people go.
Like this, safe and forgotten gradually.
People, all lie between the ordinary person, as the mystery beautiful is opened, everything is dull. You are only the numerous books on the bookshelf too, it is one among them. It was not everyone that will read a book carefully and thoroughly in all one's life.
It is cold in chilling autumn night. Witnessing the petal is withered gradually, the mind like tidal wave is too calm to have unexpected turn of gradually that I roll before. I am no longer grieved. The broad-leaved epiphyllum condenses the strength of a lifetime, concentrate the beauty of the life during the extremely transient time of a certain night, it enlightens us: Have several so magnificent and brilliant a moments in life!
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One night of a full moon, the city was forced down noisily by denser and denser dim light of night. I sit in a corner of the balcony silently, am blooming waiting for that basin of broad-leaved epiphyllums.
Remembered it as a child, it was a silent moonlight night too, I had encountered for a clump of all one's life of broad-leaved epiphyllum - -In full bloom and withering. The handsome and clean moonlight is reflected, the light red, pure white color that flow indistinctly on the petal, so vivid, delicate and charming and moving. How about 's heroic and moving bursting forth is that! It seems that there is a thin and thin one " Finish shelling " Comes like sounds of nature, I seem to have a taste of life for the first time, feel that there is not brilliant some.
I am cherishing unprecedented excitement, am highly praising this kind of magnificent captivating bursting forth letting oneself go. But that person optimistic a romantic one stay team woman cadre tears fog dim to sigh over with feeling dim always at one's side: "Transient! " At that time, I can't totally have a taste of the woman cadre " transiently " in the mouth yet Deep implied meaning that a word contains. Just that low and low sigh of hers, a silk when it is brilliant to make me chew to that scene is solemn and stirring.
Having grown up, a lot of past events and memory about childhood are all collected the mountains and rivers in the remote homeland by me, in every tree and every blade, some have even lost gradually, but see the scene of the broad-leaved epiphyllum in the night, but still often flash in my brain, always cause different sighing with deep feeling each time. Perhaps, because go through in life or there is too much and " transient " experience The regret and helpless of the type, tonight, the handsome and handsome night of this corona after separated by more than 20 years, see broad-leaved epiphyllum a in full bloom one delicate and charming, that to taste wonderful view joyful and excited childhood again, following, it was only the grief with thin some unexpectedly.
The moon is walking in the sky lonelily. The stars have no language. I am staring at that gradually energetic bud quietly, listen diligently, the broad-leaved epiphyllum is coming up to me slowly, slow and deep step, step on garrulous I restless heart, state of mind unbounded ignorant to 4 visit.
"Who am I? Who is me? Spend similar every year, people different every year all the time " The Karaoka disc next door still breaks out hysterically at the quiet night unyieldingly.
Ah? Who am I? Who is me? The flower remains unchanged, the moon remains unchanged, am I still me? This make I worried and don't what does it know but angry puzzlement too.
It lets to be to play too crazy daytime, somniloquy of daughter that sleep soundly, build, turn on low TV set sound very, bore ears which enter me indistinctly. Inside of this drawing room, is one world of mine. I just think of and step on the threshold busily, am shuttling back and forth in two world outside the drawing room in the drawing room. All the time the product of imperceptibe quality of sloughing off confronts each other unyieldingly with life for some essential things in the life, resisting ubiquitous enticement. To the development and change of the human nature, are always cherishing a kind of too resting hope by but oneself. Sensitive soul is so timid in that layer of thin veil which reveals the known truth. Then, when muddled and right and vast and hazy, fall into a kind of deep worries, can not free.
Unconsciously, the bud has opened a small mouth bit by bit, the petal slices ripple slowly, just like the love that burst forth slowly that year. All of a sudden, if I sigh with all sorts of feeling, I am infinitely affectionate, mood as young girl bright and beautiful, soul but as small and weak as baby.
Remember, that basin of daffodils in my dormitory in the past, he often accompanies me to sigh over with feeling. And tonight, culture broad-leaved epiphyllum for two year first time in full bloom, when I calls him joyfully, recalled and just bantered one thinly unexpectedly: "It is woman's business to see flowers. "
My heart has sunk and fallen at the valley bottom of heart ravine gradually. Mine is unusual not to unexpectedly evoke the interest that a silk of his understands, I that so-called " tacit understanding of soul " of bragging and comforting ,It was collapsing at the first blow like this unexpectedly in realistic daily life. I do not know, the old man will be very fair time, the prospect of a city in the evening outside window, demonstrating such a story too? The time old man has a lot of keys, through the corrosion of years, can not open that only door either?
Am I still I who am original?
I originally solve for one, why pursue the answer to a certain form very much? !
I stand up, come into the study. Release the next to " feel self-humiliation and surmount " from bookshelf conveniently, ones that want from putting down in mind between lines are irritated and messy.
People can really be detached and one's own? Want, ask friend bring best seller that come on on other places specially from this copy for a long time originally, go to look for some answers, who knows already left all over dust in the book. About a lot of enthusiasm walk in expect only way of pursuit that get still, can't preserve letting in that room of the end on the way for ever " Achieve one's goal " Cabin in. Close romance and dream of the love on day like a lot of, a lot of are about youthful carefree and unrestrainedness, for work of life unconsciously, pots of bowl wooden dipper basin, bear children, oil salt rice and fuel,etc. this world trifles been buried.
In fact, so-called family, totally as those model dreamt of and designed among blazing love. In that garden enclosed in very high enclosure on four sides, those flowers beautiful, in fact always withering and in bud constantly; Some verdant and thick green leaves, in withered to become yellow leaf float, lag behind, turn on one sprout again. Happiness and worried, satisfy and regret, always go round and begin again with change of these lives, tide bulge and fall.
Perhaps, the mysterious beauty is only only because that is mysterious. Like the broad-leaved epiphyllum, in tonight my eyes, it is only a kind of ordinary flower. Like I being only only a woman too in recalling the eyes. He want passion that read originally, probably in look through behind my excellent brilliant work disappear.
In fact, how can is not oneself so? Without distance blind date close to familiar with, the passion of life originally, already belong to and reply the rippleless calmness of actual life gradually. The carelessness of having no intention each other, cause and neglect unconsciously between each other, after this kind of neglect passes by endless long night, deduce and drift apart.
Just, in the heart, still difficult this kind of fact denied oneself of bearing the love quickly. I begin to be angry in oneself, why simply go to look for this answer to torment oneself. Now, the thing that has already been understood, let me pretend not to know, is not it a bitter thing? Fault wrong to make it too clear in me. Can ambiguous and Chaos, and what be than?
Outside the window, the moonlight is like silver. The sound of frog of empty fairy pierces through and sees through the ice-cold and hard wall of forest of city for a moment, reverberate on my auricle. I remember terrifiedly that is in silent broad-leaved epiphyllum that bursts forth of night of moon. Cherish one silk feel ashamed and regretful, run out of study, at the balcony, several a totally in full bloom one those spoil beautiful flower, saying good-bye to the moon curling upwards. I know, after waving, they will move towards the death quickly. Know perfectly well in full bloom to wither, frustrate, how about 's soulstirring courage is this! Suddenly, a whiff of strong lofty sentiments reverberated in my mind, made me have one's ideas straightened out suddenly.
Probably everybody understands oneself has not already been original that one " I " ,Just I realize the truth a little later. Remember having a girl to once pour out to me: She has worshipped a person, but " he " knowing at short range ,But not that one that stood in the distant place knowing originally " He " ,After this is found, she is very disappointed. In fact, around whom us live, have too many such an eyes by mistake, superficial we, perhaps it is not we at heart, in different time, different scenes, in front of different persons, people will all appear with different images. Everybody consists of different parts in life, just sanctified by usage, everyone can only use " I " Show oneself to others, a routine is not the normal person.
So people and whether I wander up and down in me always. " I " It is in fact a word of nihility the most, " I " Always appear in different occasions in a different appearance, but " I " It is really only a singular word, which kind of appearance is " real self " ? The one really difficult to distinguish is not everything of the nature, but the people's appearance.
" I " ,Just a concept call not changed, it is investigated that its out-and-out few people go.
Like this, safe and forgotten gradually.
People, all lie between the ordinary person, as the mystery beautiful is opened, everything is dull. You are only the numerous books on the bookshelf too, it is one among them. It was not everyone that will read a book carefully and thoroughly in all one's life.
It is cold in chilling autumn night. Witnessing the petal is withered gradually, the mind like tidal wave is too calm to have unexpected turn of gradually that I roll before. I am no longer grieved. The broad-leaved epiphyllum condenses the strength of a lifetime, concentrate the beauty of the life during the extremely transient time of a certain night, it enlightens us: Have several so magnificent and brilliant a moments in life!
Related websites:
http://www.wedding-simple.com/hunsalifu.htm
http://www.childrenplaygroup.com/sketch_hk.html
http://www.applestorage.com.hk
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