The blue dream


Ordinary person, there will be no ordinary soul, static in lonely and lonely, also can create a miracle after another; Even hear the cold wind, see the eyeful sand, feeling is the storm, also can draw the coordinates of life. A commitment is to shoulder the responsibility of life, there is a kind of life last forever, there is a name is called security. In the wind and snow, Dream beauty pro in the rain, in the hot sun, they figure, it is the endless miles on a line each jinsong, perseverance.

They have a name, called the railroad workers.

The sound of a flute so easily cut all my understanding, the lights of the yard and the night after the rain, that lay all over the floor of the orbit, winding, weaving, silent as a happy-go-lucky life, in fact, I also like the happy-go-lucky languid is lazy, let it doesn't mean you aren't ideal and ambitious, remember that night we boys in volunteer team and return to chat, talked about the ideal, I said hope can do long in the future, but this ideal is attracted everybody laughed at, poor but they treat me like a joke, I laughed, too. I clearly know what you want, traveled more than two thousand kilometers laze around here don't I want? But everyone who want to laze away will be the puppet of life.

In this period of age, walked into the warmth of lingnan, expectations can also catch the tail of youth, only to enjoy the chiangnan misty rain, the ease of austral amorous feelings, life version is really too much, but I do really self.

Dramatic in the new city, under the rain also silence of the night, lights, neon, seemingly busy yet times show the loneliness of filar silk. Set off on a new journey, moments of beauty, destined to need to forget the season, only wish made yuhua district of scattered memory, can clear those fuzzy eyes, no matter how you fingers clasped and still leaked, and those teenage years scenes passing. So why not silence, a sign of maturity, Dream beauty pro is how poised to silence, so, gave himself a self-deception.

At night, I like simple make a cup of tea with his bitter complex mood to write down a day in front of my computer screen. And then, collect my thoughts, trying to fall asleep to dream. Out of the window, prolongs the flute is train...

However, is still a dream, the dream are you ok? There are so many together crazy of you together, is ok?

Maybe everyone is miss can't stop. Past sad and happy, in memory, always filled with vivid people mind. Some people say that you and your heart more far, the easier it is to be in a group. You and your heart is more close, the more like and habits alone. Miss, then, is to stop and start a new job and study, people will be happy. But tend to be realistic, like quicksand, take you to sink into the memories. As a result, more and more in this, more and more unable to extricate themselves. Maybe one day, found a trace of the sun from everywhere, ZhongLiu inside, fall on pillow, climb on the cheek, and tried to break my closed eyes, and my darling as it may, I opened my eyes, open the window, a gentle wind. Good a sunny day, Dream beauty pro hard sell good morning: moonset sunrise is a gorgeous, wind a morning show relaxed, wood dust is quiet, traveling to more brilliant flowers, and I finally can raise head in bewilderment, looked at the sunlight in the foreign country, and then to remember your smiling face with a smile...

這個古寨少女的風情


邊城的風情,道不盡的如夢情懷。

——題記

薄霧如衣,輕靄似裙,灑在了這一個幽靜而古老的苗寨裡,不著痕跡地為它披上了一層神秘的色彩。

傍晚時分,幾處炊煙,徐徐而升與中空的晚霞相融合,化作了湘西的雲朵,夕陽如畫。

笑語盈盈,言鬧晏晏,采藥下山的苗家少女相攜而歸,鶯鶯燕燕不絕於耳。滿簍的草藥,懷中的春筍,還有螓首上的小花,無不點綴著這個古寨少女的風情。

情懷如春,笑靨如花。

青石板街,蓮步徐移,無息的步伐承載著不斷的輕唱。及笄少女,面若玉琢,鼻如粉雕,青黛娥眉,眼波迷離,卻絲毫不掩飾其靈動稚氣。雙眸一轉,對著那染著青苔的石桌興致盎然,青蔥般纖細的手指輕叩,傳來了清脆的撞擊音。如此清音就像是古城獨有的自然之聲,絲毫不減地向四周散去。

向暮的古城仿佛聽到了呼喚,家家戶戶相繼掌起了燈火,錯落於讓人癡醉的風景裡。古樸的城牆無聲地迎接著那靈動少女無意間叩出的清音,一波波清音相聚於此,匯成了天然而成的音律,寂寂的夜曲。餘音仍舊繞梁,紅瓦不負青磚。剩下的一絲絲希音默默地注入了這厚重的建築牆,注入了鳳凰古城的靈魂裡。

清音方罷,山歌嘹亮。

沱江渡邊,有女浣紗。

那一簇相擁而來少女正要洗滌竹筍上的新泥,靈動女孩瞥見船上的姐姐撐船放歌,嬌小的身影踱來踱去,躍躍欲試。身邊挽籃少女哼然拍打,面帶嗔意,為妹妹的調皮而無奈。如脫兔般的身影乍然靜止,粉舌輕吐,伸手往同伴背簍中拽一把草藥,飛速跳到渡邊。草未臨水,砂礫卻早已入水激起了雪白的浪花。

靈動少女纖手拈著草枝,再一次劃破逐漸平靜的水面。波紋散開,與遠處小舟傳來的波紋重合,合二為一。餘波微微散開,像少女緋紅的臉頰一般暈開。朦朧的夜色中,岸邊的燈光讓江水的“羞澀”顯得更加含蓄。

哦,夜色如此溫柔,如此婉約。

舟中少女儼然靠岸,夜鶯般的歌聲唱徹了整個夜空。迢迢銀漢,幾許星辰,閃動著感動的淚光,深邃的天河愈加璀璨。一明一暗,隨著那逐漸轉柔的音調跳動,契合了少女內心世界的節奏,詩意了整個波光蕩漾的沱江。

舟泊楓橋波聲遠,人行渡邊江水淺。

浣紗少女抱衣歸,笑看漁娃影翩躚。

滿載一船星輝,共提一網魚蝦。踩著已染著春水的鞋子,拍著已沾滿水珠的衣袖。誰也沒有絲毫不適,她們妙目含笑,對著她們在歌聲裡的收穫。靈動少女在同伴不經意間竄到漁娃身邊,手捧嫩筍問換魚。未待伊人動手,少女已放下洗好的春筍,笑嘻嘻地提走了一條魚。

漁娃不曾滯留,相攜向巷中。藥女依稀贄然,獨對西流水。

洗好藥草,剝卻竹筍。悄然起身,正是歸去時。靈動少女在眾人訝然的目光中輕輕地把手中的魚放進水裡,放進了星輝斑斕的沱江裡。

游魚得水,這一方水似乎多了一絲生氣,一絲靈動。這一方水土更添一番靈氣。

不知何時,江邊蕩起了一陣清風,夾雜著淡淡的花香。說不出的意味,道不明的情懷。正如靈動少女的身影隱沒在夜色裡,而皎潔的月色正在為這座城市宿醉。
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