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December 8, 2008 - Memory in spring

 Memory in spring
The feeling in spring is that the thin fine hair is yellow, soft and a little blue and green, and there are a point of warm and warm and warm spring scenery by the first jaw of a horizontal tablet inadvertently. Flicker in the wind gently cleansing shower and soft and yellow wicker of the spring scenery, move gently, sport with willow sentry post of hand, stand, in tree-top, mirror, meet the eye on every side dark green picture far, have been moved  
Spring will come each time, the jade green birch leaf banging to still gurgling by chance of memory in the brain in the past, the yellowish-white butterfly dancing lightly, it is bud green and fragrant and fragrant to accept every one that rolled one cluster, round and round cluster full to paved with, open, come, bright and beautiful, lively to take in eyes store memory, I unwilling to can digest and understand these picture immediately either  
You will not understand that feeling, have only gone through; We will like deeply, only go through.
Perhaps has only gone through, there was feeling at that time, and savoured the flavour of the happiness or grief conscientiously, even if is the painful forgetting that emotion, that remember is to make us slightly feel the sweet point for some twinkling of an eye in the end. And at this moment, at that time all all - scenery, personage, taste, time can like to fill the picture that you remembered being fragrant and fragrant spring too, because I at this moment am being submerged, infected by the fragrance that the gentle spring breeze is carrying  
It proffers a love or affection which is not reciprocated to be well, a bad one only for life and life, but life only for tomorrow. It is my attitude to realize the feeling of life in life.
When vast and mighty spring breeze all over blow north and south, find sustenance one of me one of miss remember, give that time take away those years, give me that section of carefree pure times when consider few.
Meet, unbroken spring rain drip, drip unrestrained to get off in deep state of mind with springtime overhead cloud vapour, drip, fall mountain on the river, float import, in the eyes, wet, feel, be astringent memory sometimes. Someone Zeng tell me their crazy about rain, only to only clock of drizzle for spring I crazy, that kind it still overcast, field have cloud vapour, rain fog curl up frequently among the mountain, can also appreciate its appearance's rain without the rain gear, is even afraid of upsetting that quiet and harmonious situation to breathe, the rain pearl stepped on on the blade of grass comes to the bank of the river, are all green scene, all green and fragrant and fragrant, all wet pleasure. Bow and go, which new and green lawn is feared the footprint not leaving me yet, it remembers to be Jin Yong those only drunk American fairyland picture only on the novel really at this moment, step on one's own breath, gush out the situation of every one's cell not sober yet in the body of watering waking up of heart pulse of one by the palpitation pit-a-pat. I am conquered completely. The thing moved most originally is most primitive, the most excited one was the truest   I lift the head, see through the dim steam, a bright and beautiful one let me be unable to control oneself red on the hill-side, that is that a mountain peach blossom is in bloom   Excitement. Remember a verse: "Should sympathize with clogs tooth print green liverwort is little to buckle wicker gate turn on for a long time. Spring's colours fill the garden can't close   " A peach blossom waves. Just this scene is having no beauty blocked in wicker gate in fog of rain, the boundless spring scenery has already spread into heart. Joyful secretly, even sound is unworthy of touching every one green, only stands silently   Look  
Adjust the state of mind of the good disorder slowly, is stepping on the mud grass lightly, it is moved to take off that one slowly, pace out the most sensitive area in spring gently, already wisps of blue and green smoke has drifted into this picture in the rain. All of a sudden realize that should prop up the umbrella in hands. Still leave, enter the hutong, leave on the smooth green slabstone stained with the green tongue, thinly, the smoke from kitchen chimneys has not floated far yet, silent in the street, have not upset this quiet picture, that is that only a person can even let my state of mind have a sustenance. Still, the patter of rain that only Shuo Shuo rustles. Rain lane. It is the rain lane, let Dai Wangshu already write the rain lane intimate and catch the spirit   Stand still for a long while, seem all smoked and in the rain to heart's content to sleep in breeze already the same. Standing, anxious, waiting for? I that person come on long Miss that leave slowly among waiting for picture? Or only in order to see her holding sweet-smellingly, even the oilskin umbrella that only sees one side simple and unsophisticated? I am not sure because the person that hesitates at this moment has only me. I am but not waiting anxiously, I stood but only in order to stand, perhaps the girl in the works of the clear poet has been only a kind of sustenance for a long time, perhaps so long as the emotion of one can swing one layer of ripples out in heart. This kind of feeling is like a kind of uneasiness poured out to the person. While waiting only in order to wait, that girl that perhaps hopes in the heart of hearts never appears, my loneliness but wetted the eyes in the tear of the umbrella for me, has moved and experienced in the heart truestly.
Who whether it have say there aren't boy,who say this have so for the artificial, I express spoken to think with own clumsy characters, because is the feeling that I will never vanish, because I am Kenya for the characters infatuated boy, because too many picture too many dreams have not appeared in the heart. Once spring rain soak, dissolve emotion at that time only, bedew, play pairs of face order, it brands to be once appearance of time a bit even more completely.
The rain in the heart has been in the patter underground all the time, wipe away and do dust dust cigarettes for me when I am tired out at any time, girl wait then, American dream most in the heart originally  
Enclose and present:
" rain lane "  
Dai Wangshu  
Propping up the oiled paper umbrella, alone
It is long, long not to know which way to go  
Deserted and lonely again rain lane,
I hope to meet with  
A piece of cloves is the same  
Forming the girl worrying about blaming.
She has  
Color like cloves,
Fragrance like cloves,
Sorrow like cloves,
Sad in the rain,
Are not knowing which way to go again in sadness;
She is not knowing which way to go in this deserted and lonely rain lane,
Propping up the oiled paper umbrella,
Like me

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