七月与安生

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      在这场比赛里，我输给了日本w-inds组合的绪方龙一，一个或许可以称得上美少年的日本男孩儿

      比赛结束后，我都不知道是该感谢他，还是该恨他......

 

Salad days would grow more precious with age,just like old wood to burn,old books to read.

 

So when I look back on these days at 80 or something,I would smile back.

 

    一天晚上从北校区下自习回来，被车流夹在相门桥上，于是停了下来，等着车流的断开。

 

    抬头就看到了雕刻成宫灯一般的路灯。昏黄的光晕，干将路上车子呼啸而过的气流，恍如隔世。这个时候我想起了家。这样落寞的风景总能让我想起家，想回家。

 

    暑假就没回家，早已熟悉了苏州这里的一切，以至于骑着自行车就能带着静和萱在苏州城里瞎晃。小县城的影像却日渐模糊。几个月前听阿超说，家里步行街建好了，可是太小了;上个星期妈妈电话里说,家里天气变凉了,然后反过来嘱咐我说,注意多穿衣服;前几天妹妹电话里问我,未来有什么计划啊......这样想想之后,心里塌实了好多,仿佛他们就在身边,仿佛蓝天白云之下,路的尽头.就是家

温和的阳光，凉爽的微风，馥郁的香气，是这个季节给我们的礼物。在校园里走着，我都心存感激。

入夜了。西门一树树寂静的桂花树，仿佛内心深刻的柔情。

        大副在有条不紊地收拾。音箱里播放着<千里之外>。

         很多信能够凭借字迹判断得出谁人写的，信的内容也能猜得出大概的，就跳过去不看了。他们是这样地陪着我一路走过来，但很多时候都被我这样轻易地忽略掉。

         有些信感兴趣打开来看，一面读，一面在想象着，在那一头他或她写信时的表情和语气。不禁莞尔一笑。

         大副把偌大的被子塞进了大包，挪到门外，进来再收拾。

         还有这样一些信，写了收信人，还有自己，但只能永远躺在这里头，待鲜活的颜色褪尽，变成黑白。

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another whole afternoon for tennis,tired & sleepy

 

After showering,I picked up my little NB & fetched a classroom,just to enjoy a movie

 

Today,"Sleepless in Seattle" is on~~~

 

It's so nice a movie.You cannot imagine that the girl,Annie,falls in love with the widow,Samul,just because of a everyday radio programme.Yes,Sam( short for Samul )loves his died wife so much,and he expresses his feeling in the programme.His sentimental heart,his romance,his tenderness...wow,that's exately what Annie needs.

 

But her engaged BF ,Walter(well,may be Water,I'm not sure),absolutely cannot satisfy her.And Walter appears to be a little bit stupid,boring...I think.It's not Annie who doesn't deserve Walter,but Walter who doesn't deserve Annie.

 

Annie is so beautiful an Angel.

 

At last,Sam & Jonal happen to encounter Annie at the top of the Empire State Building.They stare at each other,astonished & knowing_seemingly.

 

You know what?I was pretty touched at that moment.Chances are that I thought I was just Sam,and someone was gonna meet me at sometime,at somewhere.And I held her hand,went together the whole life...

 

Hey,wake up,wake up...anson.

 

Well,indeed,I'm being waiting for that "magic"...

 

其实到现在已经拖了很久了,她也催了.

 

数据结构课本厚厚如同一本英文词典.看得累了,索性挪开课本,摊开纸墨,写诗.

 

我不会写诗.只是喜欢将不同的诗的精华重组,再加入自己所钟爱的情调与浪漫,使之发出异样的光芒.

 

这样,诗就写好了:

 

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水样温柔

 

白衣蓝裙
头发上粘着芳香的栀子花瓣
一颗水晶的心
我看见了她
她也看见了我
转过身去
她含义不明的微笑
我看得到

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雨巷伊人

 

灰灰的天
蒙蒙的雨
幽长的小巷
半开的窗子
谁在用梳子梳一袭长长的思念

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月光光

 

如云的留痕
如浪的柔波
月光衣我以华裳

在四月的夜里
月光冰凉如水
就会触我旧日离伤