盲目开始的结局就只有结束……

最近看到了一句话，说当誓言成为束缚，爱情就变成了行尸走肉...... 守着一句曾经许下的诺言，到底能走多远？你的心路太长，我望不到头，刚看到了一扇门，却发现钥匙永远不会在我手上。我不是爱情专家，也不是情场老手，不感对此大放厥词。有时甚至觉得写很多伤感的文字就等于无病呻吟。不知道这样说算不算是矛盾，但是新的一年就快开始了，希望一切的不顺利都能随06年的日历被永远撕掉，尽管有些回忆永远无法抹去。那就当成一种经历吧，人生总是由无数经历组成的，经历是经验的载体。在感情上，有经验的人要么会来去自如，要么陷落谷底，再也爬不出来。我试着想拯救你，救你出来，才发现我不是你的救世主，连我自己都险些被渐渐耗尽。

我珍惜自己所有的感情经历，这让我成长让我清醒让我做出正确的选择。我不敢再随便留下一串串誓言了，原来我根本无法坚持到最后。这对你来说应该算最后的解脱了吧，真不该扰乱你的生活，这是我这辈子做的最愚蠢的一件事，但我并不后悔。没有速食的爱情，只有轻飘的灵魂，没有无尽的等待，只有结束的伤害。爱情孕育了伤害，伤害构成了爱情，我选择辨证，选择退后，选择离开，然后重新开始……

我踩到荆棘，才知道它们不是花朵……

终于下决心把自己交给浩沙了，并告诉自己每天不累得筋疲力尽不出来！莫名其妙的办了年卡，以后有的忙了~~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

你叫我杀手---倒不如叫我cleaner. 因为我原本只想清除你脑海里本不该有的记忆残余......

 

其实 早就知道这是不可能完成的任务.就是不明白为什么拧在这里了.进退两难.继续,该说的都说了,该做的都做了.后退,事已至此,卓见成效,一万个不甘心.

 

当一个极端悲观主义者遇上一个天生的乐天派,究竟会发生什么? 我一直觉得这是世界上最绝妙的互补配搭. 你总嗤之以鼻,好象早就欲见了结局;我却毫不在意,今天没必要着明天的急. 于是一个人不断推进,另一个人就不断撤退,来回几个回合,却始终在原点. 一颗心,忽冷忽热,也已经变了形状. 虽未经千锤百炼,倒也接近刀枪不入了. 您担心您的,我做我觉得对的. 这一回合,杀手败了吗 还是埋下绝处逢生的伏笔......

 

很少瞪着眼睛发呆了,也很少顶着两个小辫儿出门了. 步子放宽了,笑也淡了. 原来,冷的不仅是天气, 还有心情. 不再说晚安了,也很少电话短信了,留点空间和距离,忧愁,思念,辛酸,痛苦,吞了,咽了. 很多事情,当你拥有时,没有任何感觉,但一旦忽然没有了,空落的心自然会提醒什么该好好珍惜.

 

当我学会对你说"不"的时候,我才发现,新的一回合正式开始了......

 

我满心的激动与欢喜,当你忍不住说"你这个杀手有点冷" , 这一局的胜负已不再由你决定了

 

PS : 感情真的需要这样斗智斗勇吗?

      如果是,当一个女孩不看言情, 改看兵法, 你MS有的受了......

Mere six lines long，Carl Sandburg's poem, “Fog”, strikes me with a deep impression of the writer’s keen observation as well as his skillful writing methods, especially the use of metaphor.

 

“The fog comes, on little cat feet.” Compared the fog to the cat, Carl ever said that he arrived so quietly, like the cat whose footsteps are rather spry, stealthy, even elegant which a considerable number of people try to imitate ,and then perform it on the stage. But fog doesn’t need a rehearsal, he does everything at his own will, just like your favorable kitty that suddenly jump up to your table or leave you alone.

 

“It sits looking, over harbor and city, on silent haunches, and then moves on.” Imagine here comes the fog, moves towards my face and tends to flirt with me in a fancy way. I can feel him touching my skin, which is so tender and comforting, as a little cat curls up in my arm and cuddle. I stroke her fur gently; lend an attentive ear to her breath which makes me feel I am at the top of the world.

 

The fog, with his endless power, goes wherever he likes. He stretches his arms to hug everything he prefers and casts his disdain to everything not to his taste. I envy him for he can have a panorama of the whole city. While Cats, from wild to domesticated, have a habit, maybe an instinct, of looking over their surroundings from elevated spots. When she “looks down upon” me, I can always read “what a silly creature you are” from the expression in her eyes.

 

No one can escape from the fog when he claimed that you belonged to him for he’d already had you in his arm the same as you can never force a cat to have a crash on you for she is  notoriously fickle,  refusing to be trained or to succumb to others' expectations of her.

 

But you still have to be acknowledged that Mr. fog won’t treat you nicely forever as he promised to. When he is “thin”, you may see your way clearly, which convinces that you will have a happy ending. But when he gets “thick”, you will become very bit confused even knock into others or go to ask the God “what on earth is all that.” Be careful about that, because whether you get the answer or not, you’ll never be back again. And so does our Miss cat, she really has some tricks to teach you a lesson like “do some painting” on your skin when she loses her temper ,stares at you for a little while, and then leaves…

 

 

PS:

²  I believe that when a fog-like-man happens to meet a cat-like-woman, that will be the doomsday of the world.

²  I greatly admire Carl Sandburg…

 

 

     为了你,我曾一度开始记录我们的心路历程......

     不后悔,也不必可惜,只是在网络上,一间曾经"甜蜜"的爱的小屋被永远锁上. 于是,我们都长大了......

     今天,我终于想重新开始了,母亲在21年前给了我生命,你在2年前让我体会到别样的幸福与满足. 过去了, 都过去了,朋友问我:忘得了吗?

我说:I wish I could, but I don't want to! 做不到的事就不要强迫自己去做,我一直是这样......

     好了,今天我重新创造一个天地,有过去,有现在,也有未来......而且和我一起成长

     PS: 现在你在做些什么? 祝你幸福......

     我过得很好......