站在幽靜的山谷，一種悒悒的風流漫過心懷。這是什麼？仰頭望向遠方。
八月的飄零，葉不願驚醒我的夢，落地無聲。
有人說，有三個地方存在著美。
眉頭，心頭，看不見的盡頭。
“憂鬱”這個詞，病態、傷感，卻又美麗無比。
“凡夫俗子只配有尋常的喜怒哀樂，至於憂鬱，它是思想者傷口上的碘酊。”說這話的是深邃的哲人。我確是不懂得憂鬱能夠治療傷口。
悠悠一聲嘆息，想起兩個女子。一個在薜萌的驛壁上留下半首采桑子，一個在沁芳橋畔葬花傷寒。 “埋香塚飛燕潤殘紅”，惹下多少青年男女的淚水，可悲，她們不過時間長河裡一道淒美的影子，驚鴻一瞥，就悄然消逝了。
難道人間不允許有這樣的人嗎？輕哼一笑，她們一個是柔弱的花蕊，一個是報恩的絳珠草。這樣完美的人，似乎注定了她們只屬於欣賞她的人，而不屬於自己。
花在盛開的那一刻，也是花心破碎的開始。
我在這個季節裡想到落花，並非在為花傷感，需知即使春再怎麼延伸，夏天來臨前，也會落下一地殘紅。青春也是如此。只是想想，花落了，以果實展示生命，青春過了，我們以什麼展現自己？不能只留下一聲嘆息。
我以為自己對誰都是朋友，在風雲散盡，其實一個真朋友也沒有，那些嬉鬧，一季葉落，飄零天涯。
沒有什麼遺憾，真心的朋友如知己，難遇難求。況且我沒有足夠的優秀與優秀的人並肩談笑。
我是在淮河南岸一個小城長大的，它還保有一種自然的氣息。常常覺得小城是兩個季節之間的甬道，而我在巷角感受著季節之間的細微，直到有一天我看到喧囂中滿是空洞，開始遠離人海。
沒有地方可以倖免落葉的飄靈。沒有地方可以避免心裡的空虛。
我沒有孤立，是孤單。一個人的世界，安靜的可以聽到葉落和水流的聲音，可我要落寞多久才能聽懂自己的聲音。
這秋，輕寒翦翦，薄暮重重。風夾著葉稀稀落落，落在枯草叢，落在山澗，落在田壟，或者隨風飄走，落在看不見的遠方，落在記憶深處，落在精神空間……
不知道誰在拾起朝花，到黃昏時已滿是枯萎，還有人在等待嗎？密密的風中聽到古老的《高山》、《流水》，只是現在已沒有人肯停下忙碌的腳步，任憑這音符散落成泥，又是誰在樹下嘆息？
若在南方，應該是“藍天似水，紅葉如魚”吧，該有多少情人執手樹下，借每一片楓葉飄飛著對愛情和人生的祝福。
秋風乍起，全身都帶著敏感和細膩。人是不能夠孤立的，如果你影響不了周圍，那麼只能被環境影響。我的輕衫阻擋不住年少的柔軟和脆弱，只是青春的身體能硬生生承受寒冷。
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Always wanted to write articles sum up sum up their past, it used to feel too busy to not have the time, and now work units for the working environment is also changed, becoming a lot a lot of time, or a delayed again and again! It seems busy in fact pass his or her own self-deception of an excuse oh.
The gap between ideal and reality is always great!
Really determine the fate of character Oh, from small to large on a bad temper, from school age to participate in the work of police camps and even into the life of the community, failing a total not change the character of impatience and impulsive and often rather regret things calm down again, often is the case, always felt very close to very close to their hands from the success of timely, but is often stretched in the past, or did not grasp the fruit off the ground啦. This is not good at grasping the opportunities are.
10 years ago, I was a gambler, in May on the squandered the entire summer, had gambled away all the love and career.
Life is sometimes the only step in when the key is the one way ticket one-way travel, the wrong has not looked back.
That 10 years after that?
Wind remains the same, mettle can not. Nothing!
General insisted that the clothes were not as good as it is not as good as new, point of view, I was such a nostalgic fool who did this in order to escape from the reality of others came to Zhuhai city street, a full 10 years, had once wanted to leave the city, unless they go back raised with me to my home would lead their lives, Juanniao love nest, and back to another point of having left a town there.
May soon have to adapt to the new environment, all zero, start from scratch, in fact, it not before the commencement of life, one after another journey, into one another a strange process, the end point back to square one then! Life forever, and self-improvement!
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My dream ended when I was
born. Although I never knew it then, I just held on to something that
would never come to pass. Dreams really do exist. But in the morning
when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream. That is what
happened to me.
I always had the dream to dance like a
beautiful ballerina twirling around and around and hearing people
applaud for me. When I was young, I would twirl around and around in
the fields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard.
I thought that if I twirled faster
everything would disappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality
woke me up when I heard a voice saying, "I don't know why you bother
trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty, slender little girls. Besides,
you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina." I remember how those
words paralyzed every feeling in my body. I fell to the ground and wept
for hours.
We lived in the country by a nearby lake.
I did not like to be at home. When my parents were home, my mother just
yelled and criticized because nothing was ever perfect in her life. She
dreamed of a different life but she ended up living in the country far
away from the city where she believed her dreams would have come true.
I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I
would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection. There I was,
looking nothing like a pretty ballerina dancer. Reflections don't lie.
Once the waves would come, my reflection was gone. Washed away just
like my dream to dance.
As I grew older, I began to realize that
the reason my dream was even born, was because it was something that
was inside of me. The dream I had was never nurtured and cared for, so
it slowly died. It's not that I wanted it to die, but I allowed it to
die the day I started listening to the words, "You can't do it." When I
finally woke up from many years of dreaming, I realized that you can't
settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move on to the
platform.
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