tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35950372435649083222012-01-02T14:38:46.795-08:00To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-9565547460864588172011-12-08T15:42:00.001-08:002011-12-08T15:42:44.771-08:00雨中<br />白花花的树林里<br />一把红伞<br /><br />遮着<br />静悄悄的山水间<br />一滩残雾<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-956554746086458817?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-72445961358350361202011-12-02T15:11:00.000-08:002011-12-02T15:36:39.660-08:00我想一个人生活<br />钢琴声中的<br />自己在房间里旋转<br />一个人笑 <br />一个人哭<br />一个人走路<br />一个人看书<br />晚上静静的睡去<br /><br />然后整个世界也就消失了<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7244596135835036120?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-87849992673317937722011-11-30T14:20:00.000-08:002011-12-01T00:30:43.773-08:00"生命也是这样的吧。<br />它有它的图案，我们惟有临摹。"<br /><br />"照片这东西不过是生命的碎壳；纷纷的岁月已过去，瓜子仁一粒粒咽了下去，滋味个人自己知道，留给大家看的惟有那满地狼藉的黑白的瓜子壳。“<br /><br />－张爱玲<br /><br /><br />当你把一个男人和一个女人放在一起<br />只有一男一女<br />没有别的旁观者<br />不管两者之间的关系是什么<br />都是正大的<br />微妙的<br />有一种开天辟地的气魄<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8784999267331793772?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-81226686689199307672011-11-30T10:44:00.000-08:002011-11-30T10:53:35.523-08:00走着走着<br />我时常会陷入麻木<br />脚步贴着前方的道路<br />不去问， 不去想<br />甚至忘了自己当初为什么要出发<br /><br />记得你说过<br />生命的学问就是懂得爱别人爱自己<br />正直的人格<br />良善的心灵<br /><br />每当走到累的时候<br />我都会深呼吸<br />然后不断地这样提醒自己<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8122668668919930767?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-71771189784015263412011-11-30T01:01:00.000-08:002011-11-30T01:05:02.516-08:00突然想沉到海底发呆<br />不用呼吸<br />不用睁开眼睛<br />不用听到任何声音<br /><br />只有自己的心跳<br />告诉自己<br />最真实的心情<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7177118978401526341?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-26037862055401496212011-11-28T00:19:00.000-08:002011-11-28T22:18:18.319-08:00你是你<br />我是我<br />看着你的文字<br />我仿佛刚刚搁下笔<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2603786205540149621?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-82400425331606539902011-11-04T23:53:00.001-07:002011-11-04T23:53:57.675-07:00爱情的源泉<br />是寂寞的完美<br />完美的让人厌恶<br />在激烈的反抗中自我堕落<br />直到遍体鳞伤后<br />才无力去追求<br />一个自私的意念<br /><br /><br />我爱你<br />所以才要摧毁你<br />因为你的存在<br />就是对于自身完美的一种亵渎<br />同时<br />我也要惩罚我自己<br />因为我的意识<br />成就了你的完美<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8240042533160653990?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-52787228883057390722011-10-15T11:12:00.000-07:002011-10-15T11:16:09.688-07:00我对佛说：佛，我寂寞。<br />佛告诉我：众生无人不寂寞。<br /><br />我在红尘中行走，如同一片落叶被风裹挟着，在森林里穿行，每一片树叶各有各的方向，如同无数个交错的人在生命的旅途中擦肩而过。总是觉得人生就象一盘棋，而我就是佛主手中的一粒棋子，看似棋盘上的棋子星星点点，而我却永远只能独立而孤单地站着。寂寞象风，象空气中看不见的尘埃，时时包裹着我。即使我站在人群中，即使我被快乐包围的时候，寂寞依旧会在某一瞬间潜入我的心底。似乎总有一种不被人察觉的空虚和落寞，隐藏在内心的某个角落，我不知道这种寂寞是不是来自于灵魂的孤独。<br /><br />常常我会在没有人的夜里对着佛说：佛，我很寂寞。<br />佛用慈悲的目光看着我说：寂寞来自你心底的孤独，没有人能解救你。<br /><br />我看见佛万世超然的独立于人间，我不知道佛是不是也是寂寞的，我也常常想和佛相儒以沫，可我知道我只是佛手中的一粒棋子。<br /> <br />小时候是不懂得寂寞的，那时候我是一张白纸，透明的可以让所有的人看见我的心思，我的喜怒哀乐，那时候我是一个快乐的孩子，我坦荡的心无需掩饰，我眼里的世界美好而充满希望。不知道从什么时候开始有了属于自己的心事，于是便有了寂寞。是不是当人拥有越来越多的时候，就会遗失了最初的童真；是不是当人越走越近的时候，就会把心包裹的越来越紧。<br /><br />很多时候想为自己的灵魂找一个出口，很多时候想把内心的孤独与无奈诉与人听，可是有些话不能说，有些话无法说，有些话根本就不必说。于是便又让自己的心重归冷寂，于是在寂寞中越走越深。有时候也想，或许上苍让人与人都是一个独立的个体，那么是不是给心与心之间也留下了一定的距离与空间。有时候举目望天，看夜空中繁星点点，此时又有谁能想到，其实每一颗星都是远隔天涯的距离。寂寞如斯，人亦如此。<br /> <br />佛在孤独中为人类的灵魂度一切的苦难，因为佛心无欲，所以佛海无边。<br /> <br />我对佛说：佛，您万世孤独，请容我一世寂寞。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5278722888305739072?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-49959991689838875662011-10-06T18:12:00.000-07:002011-10-06T18:14:57.327-07:00伫立在窗边 你的背影<br />是巴黎清晨的章印<br />窗口像一个画框<br />定格了你那平和的艺术的气息<br /><br />即使重重的老花镜<br />也藏不住你内心<br />和我一样的<br />孩子气<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4995999168983887566?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-65707800014513674222011-09-30T15:17:00.000-07:002011-09-30T15:24:16.617-07:00几乎是滴答一声就入秋了<br />几乎是滴答一声，门前的桂花开了<br />庭院的桂花开了，整座小镇的桂花全开了<br />这样的时候你可以在小巷踱步<br />也可以到一棵花树下无声凝望<br />或者把白衬衫铺在草地上，甜甜地睡去<br />当天色渐晚，那归巢的红嘴鸟会把你唤醒<br />你一抬头，桂花就落在你的脸上，肩上，脚趾上<br />你突然发现，小镇多么安宁<br />只有花在轻轻地悄悄地开了又落<br />你多么幸福，以至于有足够的时间<br />去奢侈地体验忧伤……<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6570780001451367422?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-64377202274133126532011-09-28T23:10:00.000-07:002011-11-28T00:10:24.273-08:00香草蛋糕的味道<br />流淌过教堂前的喷水池<br />最后的一杯茶浸湿了阳光 <br />时间<br />穿过繁密的枝桠<br />突然很想念<br />凡尔赛宫的空旷<br />华丽的冒险和泛黄的自尊<br />成全了<br />那一路上的笑声朗朗<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6437720227413312653?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-30701273230981138332011-07-17T05:54:00.000-07:002011-07-17T06:02:03.521-07:00去过了很多地方<br />但总怕自己会记不起<br />那一天的阳光<br />和自己走在小巷时的心情<br /><br />一杯咖啡<br />一段音乐<br />一个镜头<br /><br />我手中的气球<br />飞走了<br />不过还是在天空里<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3070127323098113833?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-60484182770042979212011-05-10T17:20:00.000-07:002011-05-11T05:09:22.375-07:00面对着山 <br />一大片绿<br />心静 静如仲夏的星空<br />流淌着山河的生命<br /><br />背对着海<br />印象的蓝<br />倾听 听一幅画的深沉<br />才懂得岁月的心情<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6048418277004297921?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-63279488557812560032011-04-27T00:49:00.000-07:002011-04-27T00:53:47.451-07:00总有一天<br />我会遗忘<br />在异国他乡<br /><br />那几个深夜的台灯下<br />我的青春的奋斗<br />与孩子时的遐想<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6327948855781256003?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-78014181539597534362011-04-17T11:20:00.000-07:002011-04-17T11:26:31.287-07:00"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless......"<br /><br />"The Sheltering Sky" by Paul Bowles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7801418153959753436?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-61914162795946938372011-04-06T16:39:00.000-07:002011-09-20T15:24:32.058-07:00你知道的<br />我一直都不想长大<br />因为长大的烦恼<br />小小的世界里装不下<br /><br />你也知道的<br />其实我们一直都在成长<br />学会了安静地看海， 和<br />在大大的世界里一个人忙<br /><br /><br />多年之后的自己<br />不再眷恋 <br />恋那不想长大的感觉<br />但也没忘<br />让成熟与童真一起绽放<br /><br />和诗人们一样<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6191416279594693837?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-45464366957415168392011-03-27T23:45:00.001-07:002011-03-27T23:45:53.129-07:00我的青春<br />洒在了<br />通往加州的高速公路上<br /><br />完美<br />是海市蜃楼<br />还是早已习惯了忘记<br />童话故事的背后<br /><br />所以摘下了<br />去旧金山的途中別在发丝里的<br />那朵小花<br /><br />然后夹在风里<br />一支书签<br />流浪着我的记忆<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4546436695741516839?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-49458592084937518272011-03-23T11:31:00.000-07:002011-04-27T00:57:36.888-07:00以前，<br />孩子疯的时候<br />世界好像没有任何重量<br /><br />现在<br />即使一个人静静地在海边遥望<br />也会觉得<br />一望无际是一种难以名状的铿锵<br /><br />成长需要力量<br />在乌云密布时<br />善良的心就是阳光<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4945859208493751827?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-18865319897760432082011-02-20T21:59:00.000-08:002011-03-27T23:53:29.745-07:00这一年<br />有多忙碌<br />直到樱花醉了春烟<br />才惊觉又是一个二月天<br /><br />想到了曾经的你<br />还有当初出发的理由<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-1886531989776043208?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-14166113025065357342011-02-12T00:49:00.000-08:002011-04-17T11:48:01.187-07:00我听着王菲的歌长大。还记得高二在滨海湾的图书馆的一天下午，我戴上了粗厚的耳机。没有想到《旋木》竟让我在那个时刻消失在了自己的想象当中。看过艺术片吗，就是整个世界都消失了只剩下自己在原地。 <br /><br />看了王菲在杨澜节目上的访谈，觉得时间真的可以让一个人成长。当年的孤傲沉淀成了现在的朴实。反而多了一份可爱与淡定。在访谈节目当中，王菲时不时地会向李亚鹏望去。像个孩子。<br /><br />而这样的自在与单纯都是<br />因为爱，情。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-1416611302506535734?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-26483164205544241312011-02-02T09:49:00.000-08:002011-02-12T00:49:10.834-08:00一个人需要隐藏<br />多少秘密<br />才能巧妙地<br />度过一生<br />这佛光闪闪的高原<br />三步两步便是天堂<br />却仍有那么多人<br />因心事过重<br />而走不动<br />- 六世达赖喇嘛<br /><br />“当时没有梦想，就是把当前的做好，结果自然会好；如果当时觉得买米时小生意，要做大的，那就会力不从心。你还没有到这个程度就这样想，就变成妄想，反而就不会成功。” <br />- 王永庆<br /><br />“要学会感恩被你帮助的人，是他们，让你有所启悟， 用苦难教育了你。<br />甘愿做，欢喜爱，挨骂受委屈都不为所动。<br />不要怕被磨，被磨得那块石头是会发亮的，磨人的更辛苦，他是会消耗的。所以，人生那里有什么敌人......”<br />- 证严上人<br /><br />“如果走的太远，会不会忘了当初为什么出发？”<br />“我的人生目标中，最大的一个就是：将来成为一个好玩的老头儿，就像我现在喜欢的好多老头儿一样。”<br />“有人就有趣，有人也才有真的欣喜与悲伤。人的一生，只有一个工作无法更改，那就是做人，永无止境。”<br />“去寻找那些有助自己成长的养分更重要。 我也不愿意在发现别人缺点的过程中，慢慢潜入“别人也不过如此”的自我麻醉中。我们的问题足够多。还是多照照镜子让自己进步最重要。”<br />- 白岩松<br /><br />有一天清晨，沐浴后的释迦牟尼对这自己的石像鞠躬敬拜。<br />旁边的弟子看到这一幕，都感到诧异：<br />“师傅，您的像，是弟子们敬拜用的，为何您亲自敬拜？”<br />释迦牟尼轻轻一笑，答道：“求人不如求己。”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2648316420554424131?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-168163542740003902011-02-02T01:35:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:38:07.504-08:00我的桌前<br />挂了一幅画<br /><br />于是<br />我的世界<br />又多了一扇窗<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-16816354274000390?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-64478453709646595892011-02-02T01:31:00.000-08:002011-04-17T11:47:20.825-07:00虽然<br />你已听不到外面的世界<br /><br />但我相信<br />在读我的信的时候<br />你的耳边<br />一定会响起一个孩子的声音<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6447845370964659589?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-19071544651567926642011-01-31T13:18:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:29:34.214-08:00逆时针的心情<br />躲进了雨滴<br />缀着漫天的蒲公英<br />悬浮飘零<br /><br />为什么<br />我总会在别人的面孔里看到你慈祥的笑容？<br /><br />眼泪<br />埋在莫奈的手掌<br />我的思念<br />只能说给肖邦听<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-1907154465156792664?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-37260188458186658252011-01-31T13:08:00.000-08:002011-02-02T01:30:45.273-08:00看完了白岩松的书后，我的感想就是：白岩松也只不过是一个普通人。<br /><br />普通的就像我爸爸一样，让我每字每句都读得如此用心。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3726018845818665825?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-48553363406382962472010-10-15T14:40:00.000-07:002011-04-17T11:45:58.335-07:00走出忙碌<br />望着似曾相识的颜色<br />怎知早已忘了自己的声音，原来 <br />习惯是一个深渊<br />永恒也会腐朽<br /><br /><br />一望无际的天空<br />怎么尽是迷惘<br />我听不到回应<br />你说<br />海棠依旧<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4855336340638296247?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-41560229311202013672010-06-06T16:30:00.000-07:002010-06-07T19:42:14.095-07:00突然很想坐下来好好的看一次色戒。<br />看看李安的心思，看看这部让他经历过地狱所读懂的故事。<br />到底谁真正地读懂了张爱玲？ 她自己读懂了自己吗？<br /><br />很多电影还没看，很多书还没有读，<br />很多人还没有问候，很多时候其实并不了解自己。<br /><br />不想再管身边的纷纷扰扰，让我自己安心地沉淀吧。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4156022931120201367?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-77365500589785959232010-06-01T17:25:00.000-07:002010-06-01T17:33:44.687-07:00在起风的时候<br />吹散了<br />那曾经的缤纷绚烂<br />和午后的温柔<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7736550058978595923?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-89933047234473785382010-05-12T16:53:00.001-07:002010-05-12T16:53:46.929-07:00寂寞是蓝。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8993304723447378538?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-53318460761987135772010-05-11T17:24:00.000-07:002010-05-11T19:45:47.788-07:00好想这样<br />独自静静地听海<br />然后消失在深蓝中<br />一个远古的呼吸<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5331846076198713577?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-19984328330087824312010-05-09T17:05:00.000-07:002010-05-09T18:03:29.565-07:00墙上的阳光<br />是栏杆背后的眺望<br />梯级上的脚印<br />绕着我们的故事<br />一圈圈流浪<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-1998432833008782431?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-65302785337185191902010-04-24T16:05:00.000-07:002010-05-09T18:06:03.399-07:00面朝蓝天<br />闭上眼睛后的色彩拼成了你的模样<br />傻傻地笑了<br />我好像可以抱在怀里<br />温暖的阳光<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6530278533718519190?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-3536612049788861402010-04-18T11:02:00.000-07:002010-04-24T16:10:10.221-07:00告诉我<br />世界一偶的栀子花在池塘旁和你说了什么悄悄话<br />让春天在三月的小雨里不小心闯进了我冬天的花园<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-353661204978886140?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-24047116274158004582010-04-07T15:19:00.000-07:002010-04-07T15:22:55.240-07:00画笔下的诗意<br />是帘幕依依<br />米黄色的房间<br />住着一艘 yellow submarine<br />梵高的向日葵<br />等待着那年的的情书<br />书中的落叶<br />是个诗人<br />流浪在我心中的小木屋<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2404711627415800458?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-50949358280263939602010-04-07T15:10:00.000-07:002010-06-01T17:25:12.126-07:00当世界的镜头不见了<br />我还能看到什么<br />没有轮廓的棱角<br />在黑夜中穿梭<br /><br />黎明前的不安<br />沉淀马蹄下纷扰的花瓣<br />然后<br />泡了一池香片怡然<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5094935828026393960?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-36362841619003259862010-03-16T21:18:00.000-07:002010-03-16T21:20:54.219-07:00你是露珠<br />一滴一滴<br />数着过往的曾经<br /><br />我在看<br />我在听<br />我感觉到了你在我脸颊上滑过的<br />痕迹<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3636284161900325986?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-77753898751078949712010-03-16T21:07:00.000-07:002010-03-16T21:10:08.418-07:00有一片树林<br />在海平线与夕阳的交界点<br /><br />码头的你<br />望着天空<br />想着那一片绿色的倒影<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7775389875107894971?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-1976943465460306212010-03-11T21:36:00.001-08:002010-03-11T21:36:41.258-08:00打开门， 有道光<br />在太阳的脚下<br />眼睛的名字<br />是一个谜底<br />我永远不知道的问题<br /><br />风吹来了<br />插画被风干了<br />我不留<br />花丛中的回味<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-197694346546030621?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-20677613743816052072010-02-20T13:49:00.001-08:002010-02-20T13:49:31.246-08:00习惯<br />在城墙下的小店里吃早餐<br />冬天<br />树枝的味道<br /><br />我不禁想起你<br />多年后的某一天<br />久违了的天空<br /><br />到底怎样才算离开？<br />回忆<br />牵着我的手<br />轻轻地盖上被子<br />望着你的熟睡的模样<br /><br />晚安城市<br />晚安小王子<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2067761374381605207?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-83195630656414644372010-02-09T22:08:00.000-08:002010-02-09T22:12:38.782-08:00<p style="margin: 0in; font-family: 宋体; font-size: 11pt;" lang="zh-CN">累了，</p><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: 宋体; font-size: 11pt;" lang="zh-CN">像是玩了一个午后突然大家都散了，然后一个人走回家的心情。</p><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: 宋体; font-size: 11pt;" lang="zh-CN">走在小巷里，有点寂寞。</p><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: 宋体; font-size: 11pt;" lang="zh-CN">为什么每个人的家外都有一道墙，</p><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: 宋体; font-size: 11pt;" lang="zh-CN">巨人的花园就是这样子的吗？</p><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: 宋体; font-size: 11pt;" lang="zh-CN"> <br /></p>我想要在远方看见彩虹下你的身影<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="OneNote.File"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft OneNote 12"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8319563065641464437?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-69184801231207923842010-01-18T11:18:00.000-08:002010-01-18T11:28:34.763-08:00我回到了儿时成长的地方。<br /><br />人们依仍然这样生活着, 即使我已经不住在这个地方。以前总觉得生活就是围绕着自己的那个世界。如今终于发现，<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">世界不是我的，我却是这个世界的</span><span style="font-size:100%;">。</span></span>曾经如此熟悉的面孔，现在看来形同路人。只有童年时的公园还没有卸去昨日的装扮, 也许<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >那才是自己最真实的容颜</span>。当我坐在车里观望着街旁的一切, 我知道自己早已不属于这里了.<br /><br />或许, 他们没有变, 而是自己变了.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6918480123120792384?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-28129014807672047352009-12-15T19:45:00.000-08:002009-12-15T19:47:46.780-08:00乡村的小路上<br />泥巴上脚踏车轮子的花纹<br />指向回家的方向<br />我拖着渔网<br />背着夕阳<br />哼着歌<br />慢慢<br />的<br />走<br />...<br /><br /><br />一个没有人的午后<br />我曾这样的想象<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2812901480767204735?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-58368652193528087362009-12-14T02:31:00.000-08:002009-12-15T16:32:25.602-08:00穿上浅蓝色的睡衣<br />和温暖的袜子<br />我静静地坐在窗下的角落<br /><br />一束孤单的阳光<br />一大片树的海洋<br />大人们都睡了<br />当世界的年纪还小的时候<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5836865219352808736?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-87693985827716160782009-12-11T12:18:00.000-08:002009-12-11T12:20:28.660-08:00亲一亲太平洋的距离<br />爱， 成长在满满<br />的阳光下<br />芳草萋萋<br />你我的故事<br />好像是很久以前课本里的涂鸦不是<br />吗？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8769398582771616078?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-48886093719054292422009-11-22T23:45:00.000-08:002009-11-24T20:34:33.692-08:00青梅<br />含在口中<br /><br />偶尔咬下去<br />最初的悸动仍然挥之不去<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4888609371905429242?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-32609050083488196742009-10-30T12:42:00.000-07:002009-10-30T13:04:36.143-07:00你的咖啡固执的停留在杯中不想<br />牛奶<br />融化了黑色幽默<br /><br />加一把糖<br />喝下这杯虚华的安慰<br />时间在嘲笑<br />我后味的苦涩<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3260905008348819674?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-61324598779843044792009-10-17T15:19:00.000-07:002009-10-20T21:25:15.953-07:00我走入宁静<br />一个铺满红叶的庭院里<br />树 在轻轻的呼吸<br />倾听 朽木的长椅<br /> 脱下了那层外衣<br />我与最初的梦想同行<br /><br />我原谅了，我放手了<br />我醒来，我在呼吸<br /><br />身后<br />回忆静静地剥落<br />我不回头望<br /><br />远方 <br />有一张熟悉的脸庞<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6132459877984304479?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-4389803811212249422009-09-27T22:03:00.001-07:002009-09-27T22:05:36.910-07:00目光轻触地那一刻<br />千万年的轮回<br />纠结<br />前世的因今生的缘<br />历经沧桑<br />切割成<br />我的眼<br />你的灵魂<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-438980381121224942?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-78827362713349008012009-09-26T01:34:00.000-07:002011-05-09T11:32:24.165-07:00清晨的阳光<br />陪伴着我 在校园的小路上<br />偶然在树林中望见了一座游乐场<br />跷跷板上微笑的我<br />小小的<br />专注的表情<br /><br />我的回忆在秋千上<br />摇了摇 荡了荡<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7882736271334900801?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-73921161117010245192009-09-12T22:55:00.000-07:002009-09-12T22:57:56.624-07:00每一位伟大的诗人<br />都会有一个自己得不到的女子<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7392116111701024519?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-76281320650874425502009-09-12T11:35:00.000-07:002009-09-12T13:30:48.655-07:00星期五（晴）<br /><br />系上窗前那几束烂漫的阳光<br />午后的心情<br />凝成了儿时的水晶糖<br />透亮的黄色<br />含在风中<br />甜甜的游荡<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7628132065087442550?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-63059754112297121892009-09-12T11:33:00.000-07:002009-09-12T11:35:38.116-07:00万物都是一种隐喻<br />你我<br />亦是如此<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6305975411229712189?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-3275224203763808252009-09-09T20:24:00.000-07:002009-09-09T20:28:31.846-07:00记忆<br />停止在<br />我回头的那一霎那<br /><br />看着自己的影子<br />悄然离去<br />脚印<br /><br />有点咸<br />有点湿<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-327522420376380825?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-3493876124310462902009-09-05T21:27:00.001-07:002009-09-05T21:27:28.464-07:00纸风车<br />我的小船<br />在蓝天里航行<br />亲爱的<br />你是那道轻柔的海风吗<br />而白云<br />是我在陪你<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-349387612431046290?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-32691317574976939562009-05-02T23:51:00.001-07:002009-05-03T15:47:46.069-07:00走进十八世纪的古堡 <br />一幅油画<br />安静地凝望<br />孤独的阳光<br /><br />少女<br />在钢琴旁沉思<br />纯色的忧伤<br />似曾相识<br /><br />飘渺的琴声<br />缠绕着<br />我的手指<br />微微颤动<br />这首在梦中弹了无数次的歌曲<br /><br />忘了<br />是我还是你<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3269131757497693956?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-22160892973990711172009-04-19T10:57:00.000-07:002009-04-19T11:00:31.499-07:00随着儿时梦想的一一实现，我的童年也就离我越来越远了......<br /><br />。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2216089297399071117?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-18414219072921575962009-04-11T20:35:00.000-07:002009-04-11T20:38:38.346-07:00曾经的我很喜欢追着后院的小鸡跑<br />一边跑一边调皮地笑。<br /><br />曾经的我好像很喜欢荡秋千<br />是荡秋千还是放风筝？<br /><br />有人说，曾经的我很喜欢笑......<br /><br />是吗？<br />我不知道。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-1841421907292157596?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-82726719814663324242009-04-08T00:06:00.000-07:002009-04-08T00:07:50.436-07:00坐在稻草推上<br />望着田里奔跑的孩子<br />夕阳的余晖中<br />想起了那朵玫瑰<br />还有别人让我照顾的小羊<br /><br />远处 教堂的钟声敲打着过往<br /><br />四周 <br />风吹麦浪<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8272671981466332424?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-80313415491495628052009-04-06T19:12:00.000-07:002009-04-06T19:15:39.346-07:00忘了时间<br />忘了天气<br />忘了自己<br /><br />只记得那天躺在海边<br />天空对我微笑的表情<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8031341549149562805?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-9864619660701495922009-04-04T13:25:00.001-07:002009-04-06T19:21:27.711-07:00我心中的一块绿<br />乘着一朵雏菊<br />送给另一片蓝<br />待风轻轻卷起<br />将花瓣吹成记忆<br />一片一片<br />一缕一缕<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-986461966070149592?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-26229394811358780662009-03-23T11:21:00.000-07:002009-03-23T11:24:17.602-07:00第三天了，邮箱还是空空的。有一点失落，但嘴角又不禁微微一笑，明天又可以玩开邮箱的游戏。<br /><br />怎么办，最近总会在不经意时想起你。樱花开时，樱花落时。看到很漂亮的信纸，就会有给你写信的冲动。一想到我们一起开始的旅程竟然是在学校楼梯前遇到的那个下午， 还有教室里你莫名其妙地坐在我旁边的那一天， 我会觉得一切都很奇妙，像是在演一部关于青春与友谊的电影。<br /><br />这里的天空很蓝，很适合躺在草坪上仰望。不知春天的未名湖会使怎样的一番情景？你会时常在湖畔沉思吗？真不敢相信我们竟然在各自经历着曾经一起在教室后的阳台上望着天空时的憧憬。更不敢相信我们的友谊可以如此细水长流。<br /><br />对了，昨天我决定自己不想见村上春树了，说不定他的小说会因为距离而更美。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2622939481135878066?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-84846938124550698532009-03-03T22:00:00.000-08:002009-03-14T12:22:32.359-07:00<p>如果</p><p>座位的温度</p><p>钢琴的情绪</p><p>混成优美的空虚</p><p></p><p>我想</p><p>短暂的心跳</p><p>会在电压摆动前</p><p>骄傲的死去</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-8484693812455069853?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-23446772238713617382009-02-14T13:43:00.000-08:002009-02-14T13:46:24.700-08:00走过花丛的女孩<br />有小小的悲哀<br />极力寻找的避风港<br />消失在无尽的海岸<br />回忆<br />在白色的裙摆边轻轻荡起<br />羁绊着<br />前方的青草地<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2344677223871361738?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-40037913365194568752009-02-06T17:40:00.000-08:002009-02-06T20:32:26.701-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__US_Sde6CsE/SYzrGY8YFeI/AAAAAAAAACY/ifk8DyrjQkM/s1600-h/spring_wind_by_Raindropmemory.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299869356515661282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__US_Sde6CsE/SYzrGY8YFeI/AAAAAAAAACY/ifk8DyrjQkM/s320/spring_wind_by_Raindropmemory.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>今年的春天来得似乎有一点早。还是二月初，樱花就开满了校园。我第一次面对满树的花簇，竟有一些小小的感动。以前总以为是文人美化了樱花盛开的季节，但如今我走在校园里的小路上，樱花飘洒的那一瞬间，我终于体会到了什么是唯美。 一片片轻轻地在我身旁飘落，犹如是在天堂的花园里下起了花瓣雨；空气中也随之漫着一股轻淡的香气，不注意闻根本察觉不到。<br /><br />走着走着，我停了下来。校园的一角，古老的水池在墙边早已泛起了青铜锈，没有人在它面前停下脚步。但我很偶然地看到了一个很美的画面：几片薄薄的白色小花瓣优雅地停在水面上，像是一幅水墨画一般静雅。我醉了，满眼朦胧，水中的倒影若隐若现。踏上了水池旁的一个石阶，踮着脚，鼻子凑近了花蕊。我闻道了春天的味道，也闻到了天空的气息。闭上眼睛，我的心跳声是安静的钢琴，在花瓣中回荡。<br /><br />突然之间，我想睡了，想让时间定格在这一瞬间，让宇宙在霎那间停止转动。想让所有的事物都停下来，只有樱花，樱花在空中飘，轻盈地飘着，诗般地飘着，一直地飘着......<br /><br />望着漫天的花瓣，我有种莫名的伤感。不知毕业以后，没有了我的身影，铺满樱花的校园的小路上，是否会显得有些空荡与孤单。又或许，会有另一个对文学和花有着一样迷恋的女孩，和我一样喜欢漫步在樱花树下的小路上， 时而深呼吸， 时而若有所思地仰望天空，然后嘴角不经意地绽放成一朵微笑。</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4003791336519456875?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-42946954988043813902008-11-27T12:14:00.001-08:002008-11-27T12:14:55.690-08:00我想爱<br />爱在雨中<br />你撑着伞，在车站等<br /><br />我想爱<br />爱在风中<br />你走前面，为我挡风<br /><br />我想爱<br />爱在清晨<br />你端着牛奶，坐在床边<br /><br />我想爱<br />爱在午后<br />和你一起在阳光洒满的大街上<br />聊天，散步<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4294695498804381390?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-46882406270931998312008-11-27T12:11:00.000-08:002008-11-27T12:12:58.764-08:00感恩节的早上<br />我有一点想赖床<br />安静的走廊<br />是寂寞在歌唱<br />一杯热咖啡<br />泡开了我的思念<br />白色土司<br />涂上了草莓酱<br /><br />这个早晨<br />似乎有点凉<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4688240627093199831?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-64650115315270221482008-11-16T16:52:00.000-08:002008-11-16T16:53:24.508-08:00我想睡了<br />睡在秋天的落叶中<br />忘了<br />风的方向<br />只看到云在飘动<br />累了<br />闭上眼睛<br />我听到了泥土的呼吸<br />安静的像是摇篮曲<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6465011531527022148?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-53766607094987892042008-11-16T16:50:00.000-08:002008-11-16T16:52:24.307-08:00从今天开始，<br />我要做个好人，<br />星期一在阳光照进来的第一时间醒来<br />星期二在草地上看书<br />星期三在学校的小路上大步大步的走<br />星期四对着天空微笑<br />星期五一个人在屋顶上静静地看星星<br />星期六哼着歌晾衣服<br />星期日和自己喝喝茶聊聊天晒晒太阳<br /><br />昨天，我忘了自己在哪里<br />今天，我仍在寻找<br />明天，若你问我: “你好吗？”<br />很希望自己能毫不犹豫地说一声：<br />“我很好。”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5376660709498789204?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-46947860551702404332008-11-16T16:43:00.000-08:002008-11-16T16:49:38.111-08:00忽然间<br />很偶然的<br />想到了你<br />有一点微微的内疚<br />也有一点小小的兴奋<br />发现你仍在原地时<br />这竟成了我一天的幸福<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4694786055170240433?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-74472111866622541552008-04-28T08:58:00.000-07:002008-04-28T09:09:15.516-07:00我从来都不知道<br />单单的一株薰衣草是这么的不起眼<br />而当它们同时绽放时<br />却是一种难以名状的感动<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7447211186662254155?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-35648837934406609452008-04-25T07:41:00.000-07:002008-04-25T08:02:05.953-07:00一片叶子若总是在树上<br />那么它并不是幸福的<br /><br />一滴水若总是在流淌<br />总有一天会感到疲惫<br /><br />你如诗般的再别了康桥<br />轻轻地挥走了紫色的云彩<br /><br />而我，<br />也感到很满足了<br /><br />-ww<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3564883793440660945?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-53422286959558326802008-01-29T22:11:00.000-08:002008-01-29T22:17:30.062-08:00有时候<br />很累很累的时候<br />我会很想爸爸<br />不知为什么<br />反正就是会莫名其妙地很想他<br /><br />就像<br />人受伤时<br />总会很想家<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5342228695955832680?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-54361618635106704282008-01-26T03:43:00.000-08:002008-01-29T22:18:04.271-08:00怎样才能编织一个草原？<br />青草 白云 蓝天<br />还有一个带着草帽的小女孩<br />白色连衣裙上开出一朵朵不知名的小花<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-5436161863510670428?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-73761393139266517392008-01-18T21:10:00.000-08:002008-01-18T21:19:10.883-08:00我中毒了。<br /><br />本以为自己可以潇洒地抗拒，但还是做不到。<br />惊讶自己竟会有胡思乱想的冲动，不断地播放一首首的钢琴曲。<br /><br />今夜不知会做怎样的梦...... 你想知道吗？不告诉你。<br /><br />因为这是一个不能说的秘密。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7376139313926651739?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-74867882426398933192008-01-18T02:25:00.000-08:002012-01-02T14:38:46.809-08:00单数旅程的开始<br />看不见 孤独的完美<br />找不到 人群的味道<br />听<br />手掌慢慢绽开<br />I shall leave it all behind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7486788242639893319?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-25369054433185528992008-01-17T03:12:00.000-08:002008-01-17T03:16:38.489-08:00我不是海<br />我了解海的深邃<br /><br />我不是海<br />却感受到海的伤悲<br /><br />老人凝望着海面<br />我陪在他身边<br />在思念的烟圈里<br />一起失眠<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-2536905443318552899?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-4998653765611527012008-01-17T02:11:00.000-08:002008-01-17T02:22:47.463-08:00天空<br />在北纬六十六度<br />下起了雨<br /><br />我<br />在海的另一边<br />躺在礁石上看晨星<br /><br />一个故事刚刚结束<br />一个故事正要开始<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-499865376561152701?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-34726892815534337972008-01-16T05:24:00.001-08:002008-01-16T05:52:23.077-08:00你是一株草<br />生命的意义在于一大片紫色的梦想<br />配合<br />天的蓝 云的白<br />又朦胧 又浪漫<br /><br />这个夏天<br />我摘了一株插在草帽上<br />深呼吸<br />天空忽然变得很香 很香<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3472689281553433797?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-17774667922600313152008-01-16T05:24:00.000-08:002008-01-16T05:34:40.598-08:00不知道是什么意思<br />咖啡在嘲笑<br />L'amour, D'amour<br />披上包装纸的心事<br />在高尚的钢琴声中<br />跳起芭蕾<br /><br />华丽的假象<br />麻醉了忧伤<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-1777466792260031315?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-44333458689479668772008-01-15T04:45:00.001-08:002008-01-15T04:58:05.018-08:00静静坐着<br />栀子花还是一样<br />透着一首诗的瞬间<br />纯洁的让我无法靠近<br /><br />我也只好这样<br />这样静静地坐着<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4433345868947966877?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-37883921841258559152008-01-15T04:45:00.000-08:002008-01-15T04:49:03.564-08:00我随手摘一朵云<br />藏在枕旁<br />于是<br />整个天空便降临在我床上<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-3788392184125855915?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-69983985857200300652008-01-14T23:38:00.000-08:002008-01-15T00:01:22.182-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">世界末日的某末个角落 </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">潜水钟 蝴蝶</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">坠入海底 孤独徘徊</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">波荡的阳光</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">是微弱的脉搏</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">越来越远</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Please, I don't want to close my eyes tonight</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I remember</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">你说我们要一起去旅行</span><br /><br /><br />-ww<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6998398585720030065?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-62616858040453839532007-12-26T05:29:00.000-08:002007-12-26T05:34:39.662-08:00喧闹的城市<br />可以让人忘记孤单<br />也可以使人变得更加寂寞<br /><br />喧闹的城市<br />或许很精彩<br />但却不适合看星星<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6261685804045383953?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-44754965190675532202007-12-15T15:24:00.000-08:002007-12-15T15:26:13.689-08:00习惯是一种很可怕的力量<br />有些事物本来不喜欢的<br />可是习惯了<br />也就无所谓了<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-4475496519067553220?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-79055495258462932632007-12-14T04:47:00.000-08:002007-12-26T05:18:36.340-08:00<span style="color:#993399;">我握着一支蒲公英</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">等在风中</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">吹散的约定</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">布满了整片天空</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">纷纷坠落</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">只记得那天</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">一朵云</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">淡淡地飘走了</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">---ww</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-7905549525846293263?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3595037243564908322.post-68408327980762922542007-12-14T02:09:00.000-08:002007-12-14T05:07:14.488-08:00<p></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span> </p><p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">好想摘一束薰衣草</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">送给秋天的风</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">裹一层午后的温度</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">系上彩虹</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">滴。</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">一滴福尔马林</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">在季节的信封里</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">等待签收</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">-- blue square<br /></span></p><p>well, I have to admit that LF is more of a poet than I am...so ORZ to you LF. </p><p>btw, look how 配 my blog pic is for your poem. Haha.</p><p><span style="color:#ffffcc;">PS. am i right to assume that there is actually a story behind this poem? - winks-</span></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3595037243564908322-6840832798076292254?l=ifleure.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>WWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10233299355749130130noreply@blogger.com0