Under the blue sky
Tuesday, December 8th, 2009Under the blue sky
There is a blue girl under the blue sky
It is getting blue for me to like, from in the past to now to in the a long one
Someone says: “Blue represents the melancholy one. Nobody including I myself do not know that become melancholy because of liking blue; Because melancholy let me love blue after all.
One’s life is in the familiar flourishing city; One is stoic to shuttle back and forth among the crowd coming and going; One sees the customer to the south of the city or north countrysides of the city from the city; One sees the kapok flower is in bloom during the season in spring; One sees the fallen leaves fluttering all over the sky when coming in late autumn. The quiet life, just like a pool lake water, after the wind that has palpitation once in a while skims over, everything belongs to calmly.
When being sad, look up at the blue sky. Because someone has said, when the tears will flow soon, lift the head and watch the sky, if so the tears would not flow.
Some things seem to be things have changed with the lapse of time, but the nostalgic child will remember forever. Remember forever that there has been transparent simple happy friend already falling scattered at the ends of the earth in those once dispersed years. When the loneliness, open present that collect, watch they right away like friend those still at one’s side, never far away from at all times. Think so, no longer feel lonely in the alien land of strange land.
Have seen such a word: Every one looks up at the person of the ferris wheel, is in fact looking up at the happiness. And I, see real ferris wheel never, I from happy and very much far and very much far still perhaps?
The life of wasting time impedes the uneasy step, choose to stay in the impetuous city helplessly finally. The night comes, sit while waiting for bus in the platform alone, can’t help resuming and look at the sky and stare flankly, at that time, the ones that emerged in the heart out were limitless and sad. I tell oneself, I am not lonely, have and speak and think of a lonely talent in lyrics. And I, no one can think no one can read at this moment, can it be lonely how?
Like listening to the sad music, see the sentimental characters. Wrote in the novel: One’s sky is blue. So my skies have all been that what I like most has been blue all the time, the cloud blown through once in a while only sets off the sky bluer. I understand, for whom can nobody stay in this world, the so-called love can be a thing all one’s life, can thing in a moment too, who leave who may live a life. The fish leave water, can choose broader sea; Water leaves the fish, can show even more limpidly. Just, the alternative can let people become stronger while forgetting
This I, one weakness but very strong, lonely lonely, sometimes sentimental to miss old times or old friends, girl smiling to tomorrow sometimes. In the bustling with activity life, the youth is just like a magnificent blue ivis, burst forth beautifully and ordinarily, it is lonely with the drifting of the heart to be been destined.
Perhaps one day, you will see:
That likes blue girl to often look up at the blue sky under the blue sky
Perhaps you can not see foreverĀ ……
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