重阳节偶拾
胡彩蓝
什么是重阳? 登高、鲜花、香烛、坟墓… 重阳是死人的佳节，清净的白骨在泥土下伸个懒腰， 哎唷…谁人扰我清梦…
什么是偶拾？ 片段、印象、见闻、随想… 偶拾是死人的字句，停了呼吸缺了脉搏， 早已僵硬在辞海的乱葬岗里，
今天趁着重阳佳节竟然… 哎唷…不得了…僵尸复活了…
胡彩蓝
什么是重阳? 登高、鲜花、香烛、坟墓… 重阳是死人的佳节，清净的白骨在泥土下伸个懒腰， 哎唷…谁人扰我清梦…
什么是偶拾？ 片段、印象、见闻、随想… 偶拾是死人的字句，停了呼吸缺了脉搏， 早已僵硬在辞海的乱葬岗里，
今天趁着重阳佳节竟然… 哎唷…不得了…僵尸复活了…
Once upon a time in year 2000, four YAs were on the top of Huangshan Mountain, enjoying the most spectacular sunrise they had ever seen.These gang of four, whether chose or not, were going to be exposed to their first adventures of life. With exciting and longing, they locked their wishes for the future with the Huangshan Pines, promised making their come back six years after, to unlock the secert dreams.March 2008, the four guys continue their adventures, living in four different countries, busy with work, study and marriage. Perhaps they’ve already forgotten what they swore. Perhaps they no longer care about what they wished. The trivial secerts covered by the sea of clouds are unlikely to be resolved as expected.Sunrise of Huangshan is always in a blaze of glory, easy was always the promise to make, though, hard was always the dream to chase.
For ever hard to meet and also hard to part reluctantly, A hundred flowers wither while east wind is blowing feebly.The spring silkworms will never end up spinning threads until they die,The candlewicks will never burn to ashes only their tears dry. The mirror’s care o’ morn is only what had changed at her dark hair; Reciting poems in the night, would she not feel the moonlight’s chill?The way from here is not so very far away the fairy Hill,BlueBird, who visits her for me with favor, is flying through the air.
If the very beautiful flowers go missing, the world must be in shade.Never say never to flowers. The bright and brocade peonies, the elegant and refined orchids, the clean and holy water lilies or the simple but fascinating primroses… Whatever, there must be a kind can touch your heartstring in the boundless universe. Flowers become the magic for people sending their loves and wishes. Hanks of well picked, elaborately matched and wrapped flowers are settled in diaphanous vases. Well, pleasing people to both the eye and mind seems gorgeous. But all too soon, most of them can’t escape from being thrown to the bin, and the rest, the lucky ones, merely left their empty bodies, fiddled into dried flowers – as we refer to – their destiny.
Wendy Cope
My heart has made its mind up. And I’m afraid it’s you. Whatever you’ve got lined up, My heart has made its mind up. And if you can’t be signed up. This year, next year will do. My heart has made its mind up. And I’m afraid it’s you.
Wendy Cope
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange. The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave. They got quarters and I had a half. And that orange, it made me so happy, As ordinary things often do Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park. This is peace and contentment. It’s new. The rest of the day was quite easy. I did all the jobs on my list And enjoyed them and had some time over. I love you. I’m glad I exist.
Timing’s everything. The vapor rises high in the sky, tossing to and fro,then freezes, suddenly, and crystalizes into a perfect flake of miraculous snow. For countless miles, drifting east above the world, whirling about in a swirling free-for-all, appearing aimless, just like love, but sensing, seeking out, its destiny. Falling to where the two young skaters stand, hand in hand, then flips and dips and whips itself about to ever-so-gently land, a miracle, across her unkissed lips: as he blocks the wind raging from the south, leaning forward to kiss her lovely mouth.