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第 541 期 独自一人徘徊在街头，街道两旁那昏黄的灯光在冷风中，将我的身影摇曳得更加孤单。如此辗转反复，仿佛有种窒息的压力，我一直喃喃地念着，眼泪颠覆了整个夜晚，那凉凉的东西从我脸旁划过，同时又重重地打在我的手上。我不敢去触碰，那记忆深处不敢碰、一碰就生生的疼的那些回忆。Wandering alone in the street, the dim lights on both sides of the street in the cold wind, which made my figure sway more lonely. So repeatedly, as if there is a suffocating pressure, I have been murmuring, tears subvert the whole night, that cool thing from my face across, and hit my hand. I did not dare to touch, that memory did not really dare to touch, a touch of the pain of those memories.
我常想自己应该能平平淡淡的走完人生这一遭，可是老天却总喜欢和我开玩笑，无助彷徨时我常觉得自己很累，不，不是身体上的累，而是心灵的倦怠。我慢慢的觉察到自己于世界的渺小了，无论什么都太渺小了，这份认知着实地叫人害怕。 I often think that I should be able to go through this life.But the God always likes to make a joke with me, I often feel tired when I am helpless, not only the physically tired, but also the mind is tired. I began to realize that I was so small in the world, that everything was too small, and that knowledge was frightening.寂静的夜乏着清澈的蓝，清风拂过长发的那一瞬，耳边飘过的竟全是那些看似真诚却又虚伪的谎言，弥漫在空气里的是夹杂着酒的甜蜜与泪的苦涩。就当我故作逃避吧，也或许是我的心有点不安，也或许是我不能站在父辈的那个位置想问题吧，不能理解他们的想法吧，所以让我们彼此都很累很累，……我们唇枪舌战，互不相容，伤害了他的同时也深深地伤害了我自己。 Now we are alone. I wantThe silent night is devoid of clear blue, the breeze blowing through the hair of that moment, The ears are full of those seemingly sincere but hypocritical lies, filled in the air is mixed with the sweet of the wine and bitter tears. I pretend to escape, or perhaps my heart is a little uneasy,Or maybe I can't stand in my father's position to think about it, can't understand their ideas, which makes each of us feel very tired,... We fought with each other, and that not only hurt him but also hurt myself deeply. 现在的我们是孤独的。我肆意在街头狂欢，享受着属于我一个人的孤独，享受着属于我一个人的狂欢。孤独的时候就想狂欢，而狂欢的时候又非常的孤独--我不觉又开始叹气，为了那繁重的人和事，为了那琐屑的活计，我的心灵疲惫了。当轻风拂过长发的那一瞬，我的耳边飘过的竟全是我那苦涩only in the street carnival, enjoying my own loneliness, enjoying the carnival belong to me. Lonely time want to carnival, and carnival time is very lonely - I feel began to sigh, for that heavy people and things, for the trivial work, my soul tired. When the wind blew the hair of that instant, my ear was full of my bitter tears! 的泪滴！
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