willow

很小的时候，就听人说过：世界上最寂寞的植物就是柳，在明媚的春天里，它抱着满怀白色的心事，抖落在空气里，随着风飘，一点一点寂寞了一地的白。

我想也许我的前世是一棵柳，站在山岗上，在风中开出大团大团白色的寂寞。

我天生就是喜欢寂寞的人，但只是在晚上我才寂寞。白天的时候我是个快乐，明朗的人。我听到大人们常常教育我的话就是：你不要疯得像个小孩子。

大多数人总是认为我是个没有忧伤的孩子，手中握着大把大把的幸福，甚至有时候不懂得珍惜而肆意的挥霍。他们看到的是我明朗的一面。当然，我也希望自己明朗的一面被人看到，毕竟快乐是可以共享的东西，而忧伤则不。有时那个镶嵌在心里的不可名状的灼热，不可言说。

When I was a kid I heard people saying that the loneliest plant in the whole world is willow. In a sunny Spring, abreasting its white thought, shedding off its dry flowers in the air and let them flown. And finally the ground becomes white and lonliness with the fallen flowers.

I think perhaps my past life is a wilow standing on a hill. And the wilow would emit white clouds of loneliness.

I was born to enjoy loneliness. However, I get the loneliness during nights only, since am a happy person during the day. That's why sometimes my parents would say "stop being a wild boy".

Most people would say I am care-free with abundance of happiness which I squander at will.  They see me in my daytime.

我一直认为能说出来的就不叫忧伤了。有时候我试图告诉别人我内心的恐慌，可往往是张开口却不知道怎么讲，最后，只好摆摆手，说句“你不明白”收场。

有些东西注定要单枪匹马的，不能说，一说就错，然后还要用语言去纠正因语言犯下的错误，太麻烦。于是，我学会了安静。算算我的八字，看看我的掌纹，我想我的寂寞是在劫难逃的，所以，我只好心安理得的来享受它了。

我总是对一些非主流电影中的人物有着细腻得惊人的感触，就像细小的冲击对含羞草的都是雷霆万钧一样。 我看过很多不为人知的电影，那些电影中的人物总是寂寞的。我清楚地记得有个女人每晚都给自己买一束玫瑰，第二天早上看也不看就扔掉了。直到有一天终于有人送了她一束玫瑰，当她第二天早上看到玫瑰凋谢却无能为力时，她是怎样留了一地的泪。

我看书也很极端，要么如许佳的安静恰淡，要么就是如苏童的冷艳张扬。或许我天生就是一个极端的人吧。如果碰到一本我喜欢的书，我会毫无怨言的捧着它一直的看，直看到日月无光看到山无棱天地合。

我还是个非常喜欢破坏温馨氛围的人，我常常会因为听听歌，看看书，写写字就哭了，很冰冷的眼泪，所以，周围的人经常会被我弄得不知所措。我也不喜欢自己这样闷闷的，心事重重，一副不开心的样子，可是，没办法，我伤心的时候，控制不住。

你一定听到过这样一个寓言故事，如果一只野兽受了伤，它可以找一个山洞躲起来一边舔舐自己的伤口，一边咬牙坚持，可是一旦被嘘寒问暖，它就受不了了。

如果一个小孩摔倒了，没人看见，他会自己站起来拍拍膝盖。可是一旦心疼自己的人来了，眼泪就会大颗大颗地掉下来。

我每天都在笑，一直笑到每个人都羡慕的对我说，你看你多快乐。

直到有一天，一个人对我说：你不快乐。于是，我的眼泪就掉下来了。

好多时候，我也分不清自己到底是一个阳光中乐天的人，还是一个习惯在黑夜里疼痛的人。忘了在哪里看到过这样一句话：没有欢笑的青春不完整，没有眼泪的青春更是一种残缺。既然注定了要笑要哭要忧伤，那么就让它来吧，我愿随风歌唱。

谁的寂寞   衣我华裳   谁的华裳   盖住我伤痕累累的肩膀

谁的明月   照我黑色的松岗   谁的孤独   挫疼山间呼啸的沧江

那是谁家寂寞的小孩    头插茱萸   夜夜夜夜   纵情歌唱 

如此辽阔   如此苍凉

When I was a child I heard people saying that loneliest plant in the whole world is willow.

 beautiful in the spring, holding it full of white in

mind, Doula in the air, with Fengpiao, 1.1 points a

lonely The white.

I think perhaps my past life is an Liu, from the hills,

in the wind and big corporations out of the big

corporations and white lonely.

I was born like lonely people, but only at night

before I lonely. During the day when I was a

happy, the people of uncertainty. I heard the

people of my education so often is: Do not crazy

like a child.

Most people always think that I was not sad child,

holding the hands of huge lot of happiness, and

even sometimes do not know how to cherish and

wanton spending. They see a side of my

uncertainty. Of course, I also hope that their side

was clear to see, after all, is happy to share

things, but not sad. Sometimes embedded in his

heart that the Bukemingzhuang the hot,

Bukeyanshuo.

I have always thought that's not to say it is a sad.

Sometimes I try to tell others about my inner panic,

often do not know how open-speaking, the final

and had to Bai Baishou, say, "you do not

understand the" end.

Some things are doomed to single-handedly, and

can not be said that on the wrong one, and then to

use language to correct the mistakes committed

by language, too troublesome. So, I learned how

to quiet. Suansuan my character, I look at the

palm prints, I think I can not escape the loneliness

in the robbery, so I have a clear conscience to

enjoy it.

I always some non-mainstream films in the

staggering figure of a delicate feeling, like a small

impact on Mimosa Leitingwanjun are the same. I

have read a lot of unknown films, the characters in

those films are always lonely. I clearly remember

that a woman gave themselves every night to buy

a bouquet of roses, on the next morning

Kanyebukan discarded. Until finally one day

someone sent her a bouquet of roses, the next

morning when she saw Rose withers is

powerless, what she is a stay of tears.

I read very extreme, either as a quiet and short Jia

Xu, either as Su Tong is the Lengyan publicity.

Perhaps I was born an extreme one bar. If I like to

encounter a book, I will Haowuyuanyan the

Pengzhao it has been speaking, the straight-to

see the sun and the moon matt see a world

without edge.

I still like to destroy a very warm atmosphere of

the people, I often because Tingting Ge, look at

the books, write and write Jiuku, very cold tears,

so often the people around me will be made at a

loss. I do not like themselves Men Men,

Xinshichongchong, an unhappy way, but no way, I

feel sad when Kongzhibuzhu.

You have heard of such a fable, if an animal was

injured, it can find a cave hiding Shi side licking

their wounds, while Yaoya adhere to, but once

they are being, it can not stand by.

If a child falls, Moren Kan see that he would stand

up and patted his knee. But once pained by their

own people, tears will be big stars and big stars

fall.

I laugh every day, every laugh has been the envy

of people said to me, you see you more happy.

Until one day, one person said to me: you are not

happy. Thus, my tears fell on the.

Many times, I also own confusion in the end is a

Lotte in the sun, or a habit of darkness, the pain of

people. Forget where seen this sentence: There

is no laughter of youth are incomplete, no more

tears of youth is a deterioration. Since the need to

laugh Yaoku doomed to sadness, then let it

come, I would like to wind singing.

Who's lonely clothing, I Sang Sang, who is the

cover I witness on the shoulder

Who the moon as far as I Songgang who is black

pain of loneliness down the mountain roar

Cangjiang

Who is the lonely child into the first song released

onto Zhuyu Yeyeyeye

So that the vast desolation