けつま（サクラ）

阴的天透着刺的疼。我不怀念那场风花雪月的荆棘，就像我再挽留也救不起那天遗失到天边的一团霞光。

我不如夏洛的网，却不因为不够遵守承诺。我失去了很多，我还要失去更多。我失去了点石成金的法力，失去了身轻如Swallow的功夫。天知道，上天让我和你如此协调的暗喻，不过是一同掩埋。

有一天，我醒来，没有礁石、不是海腥。摇摇晃晃的吊灯映着一杯杯的咖啡，从来不曾有心，更不曾有破碎的心。那一次，我不再叫石头哭泣，不再与蝶共舞，与花齐放。

就像虫洞一样，某人、某年、某月终无法穿越的痛，不再刺疼，掀起一场彻头彻尾的裂伤。没有虫洞，逃不起年轮。没有以太，躲不了闪烁的毁灭。我的光亮，趋于黑洞，归于平静。没有时间、没有空间。Ｐass 太阳磁暴,stunned that forgettable scene .Not a passage, even not Access to it. what it has left, nothing. Nothing is remaining.

你哭着哭着，竟不知道你从哪来。让我偷偷地告诉你，我知道我是一堆以太。充满了欲望的世界里，竟没有对真诚的渴求。At the first beginning, there is nothing, no space` no time. I wished I would be one stone which had the same nature as me, and at least we are both made of some of the atomic substances or the same molecules. Why should we begin, begin the terrific and terrible life, complicated and sophisticated.

 Had I had the chance to decide something, just something, I would not choose to exist. Is not the semi-existence more fascinating, if there ever is one. 一场风月一束纱，轻渺如许含怨飞。无为困乏豆蔻心，何年清风绕我思。花谢花飞，风吹雨飘。

开窗望去

是城里最高的楼                                   

有人问我

那年的冬天冷不？

白日黑暮心淡如水

不记得年华流水

马路上车往人过

北风撕扯的枝桠

胡乱地行走

生来寂寞如许的小城之冬

陷入一种沉睡的意境

事实上，我常听到一种声音

从南之南，涯外涯飘来

那让我不再弹唱悲伤

传说中的生命并非苍凉如冬

I am facing how much pressure. Nobody knows and nobody will care. I hope I can flee from the tense environment and none of my surroundings will remind me of it.

From every aspect, I certainly know living and retain the state of living in the world is by no means an easy thing. Maybe I should acknowledge that I am just such a coward that I never can be courageous enough to confront with the complicated circumstances.

I am busy and have so many tasks. I have no time to enjoy myself, so I get pretty down. If I am working hard at my learning, I feel sorry , especially to my soul、my dream and my determination. I am complaining but who can I complain about all to? All the sorrow goes away with the blowing winds and with the falling leaves. I am afraid, I am timid and I am a coward. I dare not to face up to the pressure from life. Not only has this, the fate which is not satisfying, got me into a tougher state.

       I studied and reflected the last year and the year before last year. I conceived I would never wish to be involved in those all nightmares a second time. At times, I could not dispose the depressed scenes that were replaying in my mind time and time again.

       I used to think that all things which have passed will become something sweet deeply in my heart. Perhaps it was ever so before. But for the last two years, when something really of guilt have occurred to me, I would rather I had thrown them out of my mind forever. I do not mind wherever the gloomy memories would be thrown. Anyway, if I will not be reminded of them again, I am just alright.

       I have been longing for the tranquil areas and trying every means to enjoy the environment without interruption and bothering from others. Though I know it is useless escaping from the dull and grey past, I have got enough comfort so as not to let my mind wander around. Nevertheless, it cannot work all the time.

       For sometimes, the mind itself is even out of my control. Every time I remembered it, I would feel as guilty as when I was experiencing it.

       Be in summer, the not so hot summer, warm myself on the beach, and leave the past in the winds that the sea surge brings.

走出星光湮没的夜

隐隐听见冬去春来的声响

一个朦涩湿冷的清晨

约摸看到田里的幢幢影动

暖着最后沉睡着的夜

用一根根的手指，抠着

一块块还似冻着的泥土

那种异样的兴奋

有些心慌慌

埋下一颗心形的萝卜

不要它阳光雨露下的疯长

因着天地间相通的律动

我才与你有了相知、相守