第1个回答 2009-03-23
I always tell myself, even if we do not have a day together, but also like with like.
- Title in mind
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Looking back to see my own growth path, one day at a wait-and-see, I stand by the roadside lonely gesture on his hands and Play at the windbreaker pocket, I saw countless people from around my way through the poker-faced, occasionally someone stop me smile,peach. I know that these people stay down, eventually will become the warmth of my life, to see them, I will think of.
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At a time when I was young, young enough to be self-willed self-willed to speak to live self-willed to do anything of the age, once wrote me, my friends are my courage to live, they give me the ability to drift along, let me face this the world will not panic.
This postscript is dedicated to my friend, and dedicated to those who join me crazy sad together with us riding a bicycle through the thin young friends, I think we all remember, those green years of wind, how are we now face the sad sad now now can not obliterate the traces of years.
Let us at long after, long, long time after all traces of regret and a sigh.
Sigh their once-offthen. Sigh sotime. Indistinct one God, one turned around, we are so quick on the old go down.
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Small A in Japan, studying at Waseda economy. He always hair give him pictures of me, writing very, very long letter, to see him on E-mail of the time I know he used to write late at night, in the past in China when he is always at A4 white printing paper on a letter to me, and left China, he began to flap at the keyboard late at night.
Small A is a bright person, happy and simple life in the sun, the simple, but quiet and Like. He is not a writing person, he did not like literature, look for him the only thing about literature is that I wrote those words in a messy condition. This boy is a simple, happy. I always trust, and literary side coated with Children, has been always will not be happy, their happy, scattered at an unknown place, as naughty children wandering to the sky, after wandering to the sky, still unwilling to come back. He said he wrote the things I look always feel sad, because I have not been able to find their own happiness. I said, small A, not to worry too much about me, one day you will leave me, I do not want to take care of your habits too.
When he said this at my high one, and when my freshman year, he and I separated from the true borders, give me at MIDNIGHT Writing E-mail, then go to sleep. Walking alone during the day and the wind at Waseda, but still smiling.
He will be able to have a person to live happily.
And I should not.
Photos on the small A brilliant smile, standing cherry trees below the sun such as broken mercury scattered at him like a long white trench coat on, photo below him reads: four-dimensional, this is one of my favorite cherry tree.
Trance to think of the small A to go to Japan before give me the phone, I heard once every day to accompany my voice said to me, I'm sorry. I am afraid I have no friends standing alone on the horizon. I know that the small A friend said that is me, because I was his only friend.
A day of small talk at the phone has been said, talked about electric telephone no, I never knew the small A will say so many words, he has always been a quiet person. Sad listened along holding my phone in his phone off before the last moment, he told me that, if we do not have a day together ... ...
And suddenly the phone cut off, rustling voice like the rain outside the window.
Phone me down gently on to say, but also like with like. And I fell on the bed to sleep away.
And time still flows. I finally alone in the wind inside the grown up, had that bright smile of the Child there is a face of a pair of indifference. I feel sad to think about.
Stand nineteen years old, standing on the place of youth turn, stand for some period of life with another life-gaps, I finally broke down in tears.
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Aura is a very slight girl, from the primary draw of the 12-year study. I saw her very easy to use pen to draw lines of beautiful scenery, but she is not the draw. Since college entrance examination. His father said to her, like you have to give up when she gave up her 12-year reliance on the brush and paint. I do not know when she make a choice are not, I only know that my first time to select my science right hand sharply to the pain I have read. Slightly later on said she has not re-draw thing. But I know that she no longer participated in the School Arts Festival - even though she can easily get the first. The most profound impression on me one of the scenes are Academy of Fine Arts of Tsinghua University, after her admission leaflets when the pace suddenly stopped, five minutes aftershe said to me: go. Looked at me slightly behind the back, her black trench coat suddenly filled the cold winter wind, do not know why, I suddenly feel very sad about it. But I did not tell her, so I smiled and ran up.
This is also a thing a long time ago, long let my memory fuzzy, like mist in the large glass-like bus, extended fingers, zoned click, then there are clear signs together, just down the fingers, will big stars have the water drip down. As our young not hesitate tears.
Go out alone by car the other day, against my tall windows on the bus, cars on the elevated, through the tunnel and suddenly see another side of a passing bus, in the car behind the car printed word: two Ten years have passed, and the youth had never disappeared.
At that moment, I almost fell off the tears.
Beauty is like a crystal ball, it is our dream that all children once, like Alice in Wonderland. However, the grown up Alice lost keys, she is sad to squat to the crying or the courage to continue to move forward?
Picogrammes a people in Chongqing, in that the growth of our city from another city not far, if she is willing, she can even go home every week. However, she said, I want the habit of a person on the outside, because one day, we will not be together.
I remember graduating senior, we, Raining Cats and opened, Akira flash, full house beer foam. All of them speak loudly to sing loudly, his voice hoarse want all sing out. At night a large group of people on the streets Huang, has been shaken to the deserted late at night or early hours of nothing. Finally the remaininggeneral only very few people are all good friends, pico, CKJ, Jill son, ABO and me.
Later, everyonelying on the garden bench, drunk on the first head to laugh, to cry And sad. Speak to each other, but I forget what its said. At night we are always lying on those benches on which to see the dark and then lit up tentorial 1.1.
When I left town I grew up in Shanghai when picogrammes gave me a book, I opened up to plane, and then see picogrammes Writing on title page at the beautiful fonts:
To the four-dimensional
Give me a maximum of three when the warmth and comfort to friends.
Before our time together with songs heard saying that "in that cold season, avoid all wind, only to accompany you to join me in singing."
This is my third year of the most memorable I have heard in a word, and we always said: After this July, everything will be OK, everything would have.
But now we have finally escaped from the purgatory-like three, then if all is well yes, and all have been, but I eventually found to be not. July over the U.S. will leave, I even miss the start of all the past year, including the failure of our two great, much of the afternoon and a lot of, School at the entrance of the watermelon ice drink, but also We have said all there is, then, including a happy and sad, and angry quarrel.
I have always been at our want to be like after these friends alive, at least you go we want to go to Shanghai, and I have to I do not enjoy at the Chongqing University of Spend my life. No longer be able to one class on and go out with you andfinishes, you should not think when you pullme, should not you at my sad one downstairs one called you onyou go downstairs.
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Whenever I see the word in time will be very sad. After all, with so much happiness, then warm.
With you for so long, eventually you still have not taught me to play badminton, I always say you want a good training of the sketch has never been implemented.
Everything comes by surprise, even the selection and the struggle did not have the opportunity to give me.
Small four, just as I have always said, you, you, all my friends happy.
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Writing at me the first part of the time, I was three, but when I recall a time when everything becomes fuzzy good, the only clear only when hot weather and bright sunshine to glare. Me and always smiling slightly or totally destroyed through our covered with tall camphora at the school, sometimes in big big speech, and sometimes hard life, said nothing.
At the commissary where we usually get your wallet out to buy Coke, and then slip from the side walk to the playground.
One of the evening is at leisure and sad as the Medium flowing out.
In that summer of my life begin to know how the required tenacity, because three is just as true as hell.
At that time I put myself on the frame on the desk in the poster-for-down, then go into a white paper that read my favorites sentence: Even now there is still hope left. A lot of nights so I always looked at writing a white paper in black, and then tell ourselves, not to be afraid of, not to be afraid of.
And on this day over thedown.
At that time I began to write because life is too monotonous and boring, slightly to say that such a life as constant rewind replay, I do not know that one day those films will constantly move forward in the back cut off, and then we life would have heard the bang咔嚓stopped. Looked at me slightly, vast sunset at her face cast a deep mist, my heart sad to see one brim to brim over one to spill.
have that time, every day are the evening exams, the turmoil and chaos of war. I used to start at dark night, in the classroom under bright white lights flying pen holding title to do, ABCD Writing go smoothly. However, a very open mind, and sometimes raised his head and look out the window of the yellow lights, too sad too sad to see forgotten language.
slightly before me and always had dinner together, then stand in front of the school to buy a cup of watermelon on ice, thento go to school, sitting in the lake briefing, met together they will fight DRAM licensing tortoise. And at the time soundedran upstairs to the examination, examination picogrammes General Liberal Arts, General Science test me. Picogrammes big chapter to write a big paper inscribed soreness gradually get together, and twist with my own hands from a variety of incredible perspective of the use of his left hand rule right-hand rule.
This is me life once, so simple that I do not believe me once there is such a simple time.
The summer has continued the seemingly endless, I can remember only the voices of cicadas calledand one higher and higher 1 waves, through the thick tree shade with the sun burning into my side. But at a certain evening, when the last time I stood at the gate of the School when the same air as those who exist chirping suddenly disappeared, I stood in the quiet time heard the voice of fracture.
I go to school that day are using the University of notice, I left the school day.
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I want to do, and I want to do alone in this direction, and there is no worry, no restraints, I will live a happy person.
But why me in a large group of people insidesuddenly on the silence? Why ride at a time when seeing a familiar background on the sad? Why see a once read a book once read on the moviesad? Why am I still used to open a person standing on the lawn looking at clouds with 45 degrees of the sky?
Who at the hands of a crystal ball? I would like to ask
就是这样的，OK？
第2个回答 2009-03-22
with the end of snow and ice snow cubeba
Text /郭敬明
Your of snow and ice, you are the end of the cubeba snow.
1
If the memories of folding up, if the time go back to open.
If the youth hastily pulled back once the shape. If the date ignited jump into the darkness of light regiment.
Well --
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Not fictitious, fabricated - at my young time, there have been such a true dream. Know are false, but real people can not be denied too.
Dreams in their own standing empty on the cold ice. Enormous glaciers such as an ax-like split-off blue sky, huge and long snow if there is no limit generally hit from behind, and then rolling towards the distant horizon Department go vol. Datuan Datuan snow blowing open line of sight, stirring a white light.
Between heaven and earth are sharp whistling sound, penetrating eardrum had put a hair chest pain impact.
Knight wrapped in silver and black cloak of sorcery division, they stood in silence as the ice sheet above the mirror, their eyes are timeless silence as the huge universe.
Dreams of my step-by-step towards them, slowly moving closer. Heart is the fear and excitement.
And, I slowly turned into them.
- I forgot they were turned into a knight in silver or black shaman.
3
Casualty list of characters at this time, leave me this book eight years have passed since the whole time. Eight years are what kind of a length of time then? If the 80-year-old life is concerned, it has passed is not a short one-tenth. And if in accordance with the most gold of youth throughout the years it?
That is one of the youth do.
If people start to grow slowly, slowly it will all cherish the memory of the past the past. Whether it is a failure, or great. Pale, or the splendid. Have become like a licorice stick, in the mouth new taste. Sweet is the hint of bitterness some people frowned lightly.
But most of their own memory, should be shallow and ignorant, naive and impulsive. There is only so much of a lot of lingering regret at heart.
However, very delicate, but will do once their own, have a reason NOT envy and longing.
4
If 24-year-old going to 25-year-old person, it is unlikely a suitable伤春Autumn. For once those who wrote the life and memory, it is more difficult to face a lot of shame emotions. May be the only person at a time when extremely frivolous young will then rest assured that boldly expose their inner, fragile surface hairy, or smooth the wall of indifference. All personal feelings and moods, such as a grand exhibition presented at the front of other people to win sympathy for other people's sad, or smile. At that time, the righteous and vowed, in a long time into consumption in a thin, alas, will fall on the ground.
17-year-old when his own brave unlimited.
And now their own, just like me are hanging on the package on the wearing steel armor PRADA bear, strong, bulletproof, and pleasing appearance, but far from the world at the end of that themselves.
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Re-look " postscript time and found that apart from writing seems a little hypocritical outside, there is a lot of sincere feeling, but are now unable to write their own had. Grow at later, long accustomed to put all his emotions go into the novel, borrow from those who created the role of their own, you go to express. This would not have been criticized. Since everything is "This plot is purely fictional." The prose is almost such things, but do not touch a good long time. Except in 2003 and 2004, when published two essay collections followed, until today, do not dare to publish anything about the records of mood. For example, antibodies produced, in some harm to the North Korea near its own when you acutely aware of. So mind that toot toot on the siren sounded to start.本回答被网友采纳
第3个回答 2009-03-22
with the end of snow and ice snow cubeba
Text /郭敬明
Your of snow and ice, you are the end of the cubeba snow.
1
If the memories of folding up, if the time go back to open.
If the youth hastily pulled back once the shape. If the date ignited jump into the darkness of light regiment.
Well --
2
Not fictitious, fabricated - at my young time, there have been such a true dream. Know are false, but real people can not be denied too.
Dreams in their own standing empty on the cold ice. Enormous glaciers such as an ax-like split-off blue sky, huge and long snow if there is no limit generally hit from behind, and then rolling towards the distant horizon Department go vol. Datuan Datuan snow blowing open line of sight, stirring a white light.
Between heaven and earth are sharp whistling sound, penetrating eardrum had put a hair chest pain impact.
Knight wrapped in silver and black cloak of sorcery division, they stood in silence as the ice sheet above the mirror, their eyes are timeless silence as the huge universe.
Dreams of my step-by-step towards them, slowly moving closer. Heart is the fear and excitement.
And, I slowly turned into them.
- I forgot they were turned into a knight in silver or black shaman.
3
Casualty list of characters at this time, leave me this book eight years have passed since the whole time. Eight years are what kind of a length of time then? If the 80-year-old life is concerned, it has passed is not a short one-tenth. And if in accordance with the most gold of youth throughout the years it?
That is one of the youth do.
If people start to grow slowly, slowly it will all cherish the memory of the past the past. Whether it is a failure, or great. Pale, or the splendid. Have become like a licorice stick, in the mouth new taste. Sweet is the hint of bitterness some people frowned lightly.
But most of their own memory, should be shallow and ignorant, naive and impulsive. There is only so much of a lot of lingering regret at heart.
However, very delicate, but will do once their own, have a reason NOT envy and longing.
4
If 24-year-old going to 25-year-old person, it is unlikely a suitable伤春Autumn. For once those who wrote the life and memory, it is more difficult to face a lot of shame emotions. May be the only person at a time when extremely frivolous young will then rest assured that boldly expose their inner, fragile surface hairy, or smooth the wall of indifference. All personal feelings and moods, such as a grand exhibition presented at the front of other people to win sympathy for other people's sad, or smile. At that time, the righteous and vowed, in a long time into consumption in a thin, alas, will fall on the ground.
17-year-old when his own brave unlimited.
And now their own, just like me are hanging on the package on the wearing steel armor PRADA bear, strong, bulletproof, and pleasing appearance, but far from the world at the end of that themselves.
5
Re-look " postscript time and found that apart from writing seems a little hypocritical outside, there is a lot of sincere feeling, but are now unable to write their own had. Grow at later, long accustomed to put all his emotions go into the novel, borrow from those who created the role of their own, you go to express. This would not have been criticized. Since everything is "This plot is purely fictional." The prose is almost such things, but do not touch a good long time. Except in 2003 and 2004, when published two essay collections followed, until today, do not dare to publish anything about the