When we finished college life as undergraduates, most of our classmates are sentimental for the coming departure, but I'm OK, cause I knew that you would be still here.
After 3 tired, busy years, we finally scattered in different cities. I meant to ignore this and continue my life as usual. Sometimes I also told others that you planed to go abroad, you changed your mind and got a job, you settled in another city and looked for something new.
Now, I always know some sketch about you, but can never touch your heart as before, nor can you, I guess. Hours of telephone time did not work, cause we have so countless things to share. We work in different cities, busy and confused. Many times, some place, some person or some kind of feeling can recall me of you, maybe just a second.
The day after yesterday, I got a short message from you, saying:
“Haven't seen you on MSN for a long time,
I visited your blog,
It seems that you are peaceful and joyful
Good.”
Next time, I'll tell you that words can hide the true feeling.
Future is a thing that we can't tell. Perhaps some day we can live in the same city, spend plenty of time sharing our little secrets as many times before.
夜归乘小巴,车厢电视里孙燕姿着一身迷彩在唱《绿光》,青春焕发,神采奕奕。如果人生能一直如此率性,
该多好!
“何人倚剑白云天”是寂寞,“觥筹交错,起坐而喧哗”难道不是?