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雪花落指尖[2016/1/9 12:52:51|by:静语人生%]
雪花落指尖
文/安静
雪舞的季节,伫立在雪色的晶莹里,
伸手迎接那炫舞的精灵。
落在指尖的雪花,会不会融化?
雪花得微凉,承载着温暖的话语,透过指尖的温柔,印在心里,落进往事里。
想起那雪舞季节的相遇,唯美的难以置信
曾经的相知,随着时间的流逝,亦如雪花般飘落在了往事里。
雪总有消融的时候,往事就像雪花飘落,虽美好却有种不能挽留的感慨
每每想起雪花飘落的美丽,留在心里的却有失落般的冷意。
如风的记忆,如一叶扁舟,
被回忆载着,搁浅在如烟往事里······
当思念再次被雪花舞起,心碎的残片却无法拼出那六角的花瓣,
一如当初雪花落在指尖消融的凉意。
飘雪的一片叶,竟是我孤单的思念。
雪花像绽放的礼花,掀开记忆的扉页,让我知道什么叫放不下,为何我的泪会不停地流下。
原来你带走了我生命的暖春盛夏 ,就连果实也只在梦里悬挂。
原来寻找的是我自己难了的牵挂,
雪掩埋记忆的片段,让往事像雾气慢慢地蒸发。
也许痛到麻木就会放得下,伸出手 ,像花瓣一样的雪花,落在指尖······那瞬间的落花,仿佛在记忆着温柔。。。。


The snow flakes fell fingertips / snow fell fingertips ondes season, standing in the snow crystal, stretched out his hand to greet the dance of the elves. Fall in the fingertips of snow, will not melt? The snow was cool, carrying the warm words, through the tip of the tender, in the heart, fall into the past. Remember to meet the ondes season, beautiful be hardly worthy of belief. Once knowing each other, with the passage of time, like snowflakes in the past. Snow total ablation time, events like snowflakes, is fine but a retention of emotion! I think of the beautiful snowflakes fall, in the heart has the cold meaning lost like. Such as memory, such as boats, memories of carrying, stranded in the smoke past Lee when miss again by snowflakes dancing, broken pieces are unable to spell out that the six corners of the petals, like the first time snow fell at the fingertips of ablation of coolness. A leaf falling snow, I was lonely miss. Snow as the fireworks display, opened the title page of memory, let me know what is not put, why my tears will not stop flow. You take away my life warm spring summer, even the fruit can only dream of in suspension. The original is looking for my own hard care, snow buried memory segment, let the past slowly evaporate like the mist. Perhaps to numb the pain will put it down, stretch out a hand, like the petals of a flower snow, fall in the fingertips, in that moment of flowers, as if in a gentle, memory
译/鹏程万里
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