Wednesday, 17. January 2007, 19:02:48
Prose
Down the quiet nights
I am joyfully aware that I should be so calm. How much I want to say: I miss you, but please don’t take it to heart. My missing is that gentle feelings rippling in my bosom, which need neither widely knowing nor sharing; Vanished yearning has transformed into a kind of being tranquil continuing forever and leisure free of desire and pursuing, which are suffused with remaining warmness in the bottom of my heart.
We are calmly acquainted in an early winter, and indifferently in contact with each other in spring and summer, while in such a season where maples are fierily red, passionate sparks are at last ignited，at just which moment, I realize I have harvested your passions and affected by them, and from then on, billows surge in my life. Then at any time your breath permeates the air around me, where chants my care.
In numerous dreams I visualize the future. At this moment the music of peace and leisure like a soft rivulet has flown into the blank valley of my awaked dreams. Listening to the soul-touching light music, watching that floating leaf in the tea cup…, I seem to have felt your smiles dance through space-time and soak my heart.
As long as it is in my mind, it is always beautiful; As long as it is in my mind, this period of time is very warmly pleasant. Is it a feeling being attached to a person? Why this missing is not willing to steadily hide in my heart? Then this time let me indulge my emotions instead of keeping them in reticence and being overcautious.
Immersed in this graceful music, I am willing to be like this: quietly waiting for you, missing you….静夜寻幽
我欣喜地知道，原来我可以如此平静。很想对你说，想你，但是请你别在意。我的思念，是那样柔和的情愫荡于胸间，不需要张扬也不需要分享的那样一种，泯灭了的渴望化作了绵绵的恬静、无欲无求的悠然，在心底泛出余温。
初冬平静中的结识，春夏淡淡中的交往；然而在枫叶似火的季节，激情火花终被点燃，我知道，我收获了你的热情，受到了你的感染，我的生活从此掀起波澜，于是，空气中何时都弥漫着你的气息、吟唱着我的牵挂。
无数个梦中想象将来的情景，此时恬静悠然的乐曲像柔和的溪水已流淌到我梦醒时空落的河谷。听着心灵清汤中的这首音乐，看茶杯里那一片浮叶……，似乎此时我感觉到了你的微笑，穿过时空渗透到我的心里。
只要想了，总是美好的；只要想了，这一段岁月就很温馨。喜欢一个人是感觉么？为什么思念总是不肯老老实实地藏在心里？于是放纵自己的思绪多于了沉默、拘谨。
沉浸在这优美的音乐中，愿意就这样静静地等你、想你……。
Friday, 24. November 2006, 15:34:55
Prose
Quiet Snow
Pushing open my window, I look up to the misty horizon, an expanse of white snow walking here with deliberate steps, and then silently spreading all over the place before my window.
I Standing in the quietness without any uproar, and appreciating the pure white without any ornament, all the stories concerned with snow again recur to my mind, warming the chilly season and lighting up my spiritual world.
At such a night with snow falling, fresh air is playing an old song, which evokes pieces of old time and the ever plot. I know now you are swirling here, around me. Tender voice is reverberating in my ears
I had believed that leaving a missing engraved on my bones and heart could be firmly entrenched in a promise of all my life. I had thought that time’s passing could have the drifting spirit find a perch. At this moment, I shut my eyes, wondering if this interlude is the peak of poetic perfection through the ages.
Now I am just a swing sealed up, perplexed in waiting and wretched when awaking from dreams. Unwittingly cold air has drawn various flowers of snow on icy windows . How beautiful, yet in the feelings mingled romance and reason, they can only be blooming in reticent longing and expectation, no alternative . And perhaps to snow, the elegant bouquet just belongs to nights, disappearing before dawn.
Snow is quietly falling, like fluttering petals from heaven in summer with gentle breeze , and also like catkin blowing here with wind at the end of spring. Devoutly I melt into a glittering and comfortable artistic conception, blending joys and melancholy into a wine cup, and kneading passion and the dispirited into the snow, and then I walk towards a silvery world, leaving strings of deep and shallow attached sentiments.
Passions remain as ever and my dreams are still alive , staying in feelings and dancing in fingers.
Saturday, 23. September 2006, 19:39:12
Prose
Quietly I wait in front of the window, staring blankly at graceful starlight. At this moment, my mind is sauntering in my poetry. In the warm season, I long for a snow, expecting cool breeze to bring you here and then let me jubilantly hold you in the center of my palms.
On account of loving snow, I unknowingly got down to taking note of you. It is in consequence of getting close to you that I am much more attached to snow. I am fond of the sagacity of snow and its natural, unrestrained whirl filling in the whole sky. I desire to walk through your world, having the spirit flying in my face covering my soft body. I know only in this way, can I communicate with you.
Lively and boundlessly snowflakes swirl down. I can’t help wandering whose eyes can reach your ultimate. Now my ceaseless missing has embroidered a branch of a plum blossom. The sprouted twig is stretching out for your orientation. Following its leading, incessantly I gaze at… then realizing I might as well close my eyes, imagining the sunshine after snowing. Now it seems as if I saw the thawed river is trickling, delivering my chant and the throb of dancing with snow.
My world is solemn and pure. Slices of fluttering snowflakes are brighter and clearer than moonlight. One thousand snowflakes, one million…, alongside me from deep, serene and concealed horizon they float down. While my thirsty tongue only should love to gather a snow savor and collect a wisp of fragrance of yours.
Who is standing in the tranquil white and making an appointment with me? Who is waiting in the lightest time and dancing with me? Faced with you, I have forgotten melancholy; I have forgotten prosperity and clamor; I have forgotten sorrow and joy hidden in the wind. I know just a swift swirl of yours and a passionate embrace will present me with a spring.
At this moment tonight, my solitary innermost being is yearning for your coming. I paint all my missing into your appearance, waiting for you to lithely fall onto the center of my palms and then I will rejoice to melt you with my warmness. When sun rises, standing in the fresh and humid air, I hold the crystal bead of water in my both hands, smilingly soaring together with you to the dreamy distance.
Monday, 21. August 2006, 17:42:14
Prose
多少个夜晚，你穿过黑夜，来到窗前，如清风，拂过我的心湖，如明月，充盈我整个梦境。在你的微笑面前，我放任于无端的忧伤和肆意的嬉闹，从此，你的踪迹牵系着我绵延的思绪。
因为有你，我的生命多了条绚丽的彩虹，视野有了满目的苍翠；
因为有你，我飘荡的心变的柔软、灵性，寂寞不再是清冷的诗集；
因为有你，我的笑容灿烂生动，我的梦境鲜亮、安宁、恬静。
这一程，有云飘飘、烟缈缈、霞腾蔚，快乐相伴；也有风潇潇、雨淅淅、雪纷飞，烦忧侵扰。多少个清凉如水的夜晚，想到无尽的欢娱畅谈，那种感觉已将我整个身心盈满，还有什么值得叹息？
激情、缠绵，却宁静、淡然，不乏真情。淡忘于身份、名利，无物，也默契、欣慰，惺惺相惜。
或许只能远离，但我依然感恩于上苍的惠赐，使我拥有这样一份浪漫与美丽。
我不相信来世，也从不曾奢望与你“执子之手，与子偕老”的情感，可我还是祈望在梦里客串梁祝化蝶的故事，长睡不醒。
没有人可以向天预定一个缘分，也没有人可以抗拒天给的缘分，也许，多年以后，所有的诗行，已化做灰烬、化做烟雾，飘散于时空，而曾经的感动、心跳、欢乐将深深地镌刻在生命中，足够我慢慢享用、回味。
也许,我笨拙的文字，过于苍白，贫瘠，不足于点缀你的梦境。
也许,我平淡的语言，没有华丽、旖旎，不足于装饰你的生命。
但我，却是沿河的依依垂柳，立于堤岸，在你疲乏栖息的时候，为你抚慰遮阳;在你消沉抑郁的时候,用我如玉的翠绿,为你擦除烦闷孤寂.
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