Like sweet and innocent child, was robbed candy Then crying to find mom；Like a at the seaside tiredly waves, noisy to go home Perhaps, death is his true home
Send haizi
"Stranger, I also bless for you, ¬wishing you a bright future, we wish you and your love together", whenever read this poem, in the heart is always be some unknown warmth live in and can't calm pulls
Actually, for haizi, I ashamed to even he couldn't say a single word, I worry about my not rigorous insulted his high-minded rhetoric soul. The poet is always the most sensitive. So every time I think of him, apart from an unexplainable outside the sore left almost near-god awe before.
Meet him in dream
I have never seen the poet's elegant demeanour, it is life's misfortune. I imagine on this day I was lucky enough to meet the scowl poet:
That should be late summer afternoon, that necessarily the afternoon, only the summer afternoon just let I'm reminded of the talented poet.
Sky is blue and very clean, there are a few notes in jumps.
I walk across the kapok rosette, I don't know should have kapok summer. If have, nature is very good; If not, the poet's season have anything
Then he shall wear washed white shirt, has been holding hands also needed a book of poetry - all the stories and the poet meet should begin like this!
His silence, slightly upward slightly sad head, unbridled wind blowing at him.
"You are haizi?" I asked.
"No; the sun is my name, the sun is my life." He looked at the sky, said flatly.
In the Spring, ten haizi all raised, in the light of the scenery, laugh at this barbaric and sad haizi, I continue to ask. Why do you sleep so long
"Mysterious questioned person, I just immersed in winter, enamored of death, can't control myself." Speaking of his tears between the eyes. He turned around and looked at me, black eyes that some sadness "heard the story of the cup in August? August depart, and the mountains become clear, the river flowing ups and downs, now only saw the sky, the sky higher than before, and sometimes I thought August's cup, look up until the real poet and uncertain of clouds, maybe I lifetime nor would you see......" .
And wind, interrupt his reciting, his frail body cannot afford the wind, start wafting, instantly becomes a warm wind, flying like dies. In the entire world, only I a person shangbei, I looked at the skies, looking at wind through traces of ear side long echoed with:
An empty cup ever heard my shout!
Warm flower
I remember a word said, god may be dead, but heaven eternity.
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