能让你变强的,
一定会让你生不如死,
未曾与恶魔亲近,
便永远无法成为天使,
每一次的撕心裂肺,
只是为了给你填充更多的坚强,
装下了,就是一次重生,
装不下,便是一次灾难。
每个优秀的背后,
都是一道道血淋淋的伤口。
人生,谁都会有一段至暗的时光,
不从地狱里走一遭,
便不会真心的强大。 https://t.cn/zTpttES
一定会让你生不如死,
未曾与恶魔亲近,
便永远无法成为天使,
每一次的撕心裂肺,
只是为了给你填充更多的坚强,
装下了,就是一次重生,
装不下,便是一次灾难。
每个优秀的背后,
都是一道道血淋淋的伤口。
人生,谁都会有一段至暗的时光,
不从地狱里走一遭,
便不会真心的强大。 https://t.cn/zTpttES
一个人中了命运的埋伏
落进一间空房的口袋
时间的线头缠上脖颈
如鲠在喉
倚着一把椅子
如坐针毡
时光的碎片忽明忽暗
像四面飞来的流矢
偶尔击中思念的胸口
血流不止
伤口之上
几只蚊子躁动不安
扯着血痂哭诉苦难
再押着疼痛寻找自己的影子
一本诗集孤独昏睡
梦着恒久的日月星辰
一扇窗棂抛弃了大片天空
但允许传来几声鸟鸣
滴在喝剩的半杯水里
便丢了音讯
等到黄昏徐来
一丝余光的手指掐着逃窜的烟尘
慢慢按下大山的翅膀
从远处而来的幕色
就这样填满夜晚
落进一间空房的口袋
时间的线头缠上脖颈
如鲠在喉
倚着一把椅子
如坐针毡
时光的碎片忽明忽暗
像四面飞来的流矢
偶尔击中思念的胸口
血流不止
伤口之上
几只蚊子躁动不安
扯着血痂哭诉苦难
再押着疼痛寻找自己的影子
一本诗集孤独昏睡
梦着恒久的日月星辰
一扇窗棂抛弃了大片天空
但允许传来几声鸟鸣
滴在喝剩的半杯水里
便丢了音讯
等到黄昏徐来
一丝余光的手指掐着逃窜的烟尘
慢慢按下大山的翅膀
从远处而来的幕色
就这样填满夜晚
仓皇之物尖叫
躺在秋收后的田野
稻谷的香味从禾草的伤口汩汩流出
念之春种
转眼沧海桑田,孩子们正在猎田鼠,仓皇之物尖叫
时光也是这般逃窜
而碧空高远,无风,万事了然,万物归一
放下了
左辽阔,右辽阔
无喜,无悲
谷仓那边,有人高声喊道,满了,满了
Frightful Shrieking
#友情脑女孩是什么样的##欧洲军情##辉夜大小姐想让我告白#
Lying in the harvested field in autumn,
the scent of rice from the wounds of cut stalks is inescapable.
It was spring planting the other day,
but in the blink of an eye the world had changed —
children are hunting field mice, driving those frightful things to shriek,
reminding me of Time, fleeing so fast.
But the sky is so blue and so high, without a wind, without a care, only the sense of oneness,
laying out
a vastness to the left, a vastness to the right,
invincible to joy, invincible to sadness.
Yonder, from the barn, someone is shouting: it's full, it’s full !
躺在秋收后的田野
稻谷的香味从禾草的伤口汩汩流出
念之春种
转眼沧海桑田,孩子们正在猎田鼠,仓皇之物尖叫
时光也是这般逃窜
而碧空高远,无风,万事了然,万物归一
放下了
左辽阔,右辽阔
无喜,无悲
谷仓那边,有人高声喊道,满了,满了
Frightful Shrieking
#友情脑女孩是什么样的##欧洲军情##辉夜大小姐想让我告白#
Lying in the harvested field in autumn,
the scent of rice from the wounds of cut stalks is inescapable.
It was spring planting the other day,
but in the blink of an eye the world had changed —
children are hunting field mice, driving those frightful things to shriek,
reminding me of Time, fleeing so fast.
But the sky is so blue and so high, without a wind, without a care, only the sense of oneness,
laying out
a vastness to the left, a vastness to the right,
invincible to joy, invincible to sadness.
Yonder, from the barn, someone is shouting: it's full, it’s full !
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