在冰冷雪地长大的心情....

小安

CYCLES [原创]

The skies have darkened with the soft shades of gray. All throughout the day, it seemed like it was going to rain. The air is so humid and heavy, the sun seemed to have taken a long vacation. Life seems not to have any importance. I stare out the window, and that thin reflection on the window glass seems to be staring back. With the same watery eyes it looked back at me as though asking me, what are you doing here? That thin image suddenly became more clear, as though it became a mirror. What are you doing here? It asked again. I don't know, I replied. In truth, I really don't know what I am doing here. Sitting beside the window with a cup of coffee in my hands. I suddenly get the feeling as though this image will haunt me ever more. It appeared a few times during my childhood asking the same question. But now this question seems to be more pertinent than ever before. What will we be and what is everything going to be when we all turn to dust. And if we turn to dust, where will our memories be. What is our perception? Our memories? Will they just wither away like our physical bodies? Our spirit… yes, our eternal spirit, will they carry our memories from moment to moment? Will I ever seize to exist? Or will we be born into a new life, into a new memory. To be born as a tree, having life, to be able to feel, but not able to see. To grow without being able to move. Hundreds upon hundreds of years in the same forest, feeling my surroundings, watching it grow. Having life, unable to move. Seasons changing, wilting leaves, long sleep, and being born once again, blooming for the day that I wilt again. One more year passing by. What do I want? Does it really matter? I cannot want. I can only give. Then back again. What do we really have? Just another life waiting to die. When will this cycle ever end? When will I stop being. And after stopping what will I be? Will my memories seize? And what of it then? Cycles. Spinning. Cycles. Unforever changing. I wait for everything to stop. My cup empties, I fall into a brief sleep. In that moment of awakening I feel as though I have lived a thousand lives. Yet but one I remember. How many lives have I lived. How many will go on. And then….

Jing

终于抢到第一个sf。。 [M44] [M44]

枫叶之儒

板凳～～ [M36] [M29] [M29]

Hawk

[M29]地板 [M36] [M36] [M29]

小安

在广州近来的下雨天让我想起在加拿大长大的心情....一个人读书, 没有亲人在身边. 14岁就一个人住, 一个人照顾自己..... 冰冷的下雨天...

Jing

QUOTE Created By 小安 At 2006-3-27
在广州近来的下雨天让我想起在加拿大长大的心情....一个人读书, 没有亲人在身边. 14岁就一个人住, 一个人照顾自己..... 冰冷的下雨天...

骏景是个大家庭，小安，不会孤独的 [M29]

levin

QUOTE Created By 小安 At 2006-3-27
在广州近来的下雨天让我想起在加拿大长大的心情....一个人读书, 没有亲人在身边. 14岁就一个人住, 一个人照顾自己..... 冰冷的下雨天...

[M25] 冰天雪地，羡慕呀，偶至今还没有看过飘雪撒！ [M20]

15岁以后捏？应该有许多来自不同国家的朋友啦，阳光灿烂！ [M31] [M36]

安 静

QUOTE Created By levin At 2006-3-28
[quote]QUOTE Created By 小安 At 2006-3-27
在广州近来的下雨天让我想起在加拿大长大的心情....一个人读书, 没有亲人在身边. 14岁就一个人住, 一个人照顾自己..... 冰冷的下雨天...

[M25] 冰天雪地，羡慕呀，偶至今还没有看过飘雪撒！ [M20]

15岁以后捏？应该有许多来自不同国家的朋友啦，阳光灿烂！ [M31] [M36][/quote]

嗯，可以从15岁写起，等着看故事。

但是，小声问问，还是用英文吗？ [M20]

苦行僧

等美文～～ [M36] [M29] [M29]

斜晖脉脉

楼主呢？咋不写下去了？ [M45] [M45]

Jing

继续等待 [M29]

小安

加拿大冰冷的雪地, 有时候是很美的, 但是却有些时候也是很悲伤的....

THE DAY SPRING DIDN'T ARRIVE [原创]

I stand alone in the vast plains,
The cold wind seeping through my jacket,
Shivering, the blistering cold rules the land,
The fleet of heartless flakes burying everything in it's sight,
With only trails of footprints to disturb it's white and shining blanket,
These steps, where only a few have travelled by,
These tracks marking the never-ending journey,
I glance behind, no marks,
just a perfect glistening coat of white.
I stand alone in the vast plains.

小安

我记得在16岁的冬天里, 心情非常的差, 在雪地走路, 下着很大的雪, 往前看往后看都是一层白白的. 就像我们在人生中迷失的感觉, 无论往那里看都是模糊的....就是等待, 盼望着春天的来领..... [M33]

Jing

QUOTE Created By 小安 At 2006-3-30
加拿大冰冷的雪地, 有时候是很美的, 但是却有些时候也是很悲伤的....

THE DAY SPRING DIDN'T ARRIVE [原创]

I stand alone in the vast plains,
The cold wind seeping through my jacket,
Shivering, the blistering cold rules the land,
The fleet of heartless flakes burying everything in it's sight,
With only trails of footprints to disturb it's white and shining blanket,
These steps, where only a few have travelled by,
These tracks marking the never-ending journey,
I glance behind, no marks,
just a perfect glistening coat of white.
I stand alone in the vast plains.

为什么回忆都有那么多悲伤呢？是不是因为冬天太长，然后就忧伤呢？ [M13]

Jing

QUOTE Created By 小安 At 2006-3-30
我记得在16岁的冬天里, 心情非常的差, 在雪地走路, 下着很大的雪, 往前看往后看都是一层白白的. 就像我们在人生中迷失的感觉, 无论往那里看都是模糊的....就是等待, 盼望着春天的来领..... [M33]

呵呵，少年维特的烦恼 [M24]

继续做中文老师：来临，不是来领。 [M14]

还有，可以写写为什么心情很差？等着八卦故事。。。 [M05]