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咖啡不加糖

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相同的风景,看在不同的眼里却各不相同.

                                     -- 女儿何静


    岁末年首，醒与梦的边缘，人人都装B的年代，我也时尚的与国际接轨，丢弃喝了半生的茶，充斯文捧起咖啡，还假屁闻骚的不加糖。窗外车流、人流。。。淹没了思想的低语。
双手疲惫了咖啡杯的温度，那颗布满纤尘的心，今夜尘封在咖啡沫里，遗失了自己，切肤的疼痛便是灵魂死寂一样的累。
    指捏小勺无聊地在杯中慢慢翻转，耳边似有似无的钢琴摇滚在漂泊，漫不经心数着残留的生命痕迹。
   淡淡吮吸这喘息的苦味，忽悠忽悠我空寂的记忆，今夜，我将和谁一起失眠？
瘦了一片晨霞缤纷的梦，醉不尽唐诗宋词的婉约风情，傻B的我收拾起残句，我还写诗？
    心不在焉玩着咖啡却想茶，忽然觉得今晚还有点事情没做，人生还有几丝值得自己留意和珍藏的痕迹。一首诗，一曲歌，一段流浪的风景。。。自己的生命不需要理解、不需要慰籍。。。诗歌时代已远去，但诗的呓语却声声不息。
    那些曾经的不舍和执着，那些心性的感动和禅悟，那些灵魂的回音和气息。。。
    窗外，地平线将所有的路溶化，依稀梦里长安漫过我虚幻中无奈的双眸，读你，醉了漂泊的呢喃。。。
     雪的伟大在于遮掩了肮脏，今夜，咖啡不加糖！









Coffee without sugar

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The same scenery, watching is different in different eyes.
                                         
                                         — daughter HeJing




Late in the first, the edge of the waking and dream, everyone s B, I also in line with international standards of fashion, discarded drank half of tea, sven took coffee, also false fart smells SAO without sugar. Traffic outside the window, people... Flooded the whisper of thought.
Hands tired out temperature of coffee cup, the heart is full of beautiful scenery, dusty in the coffee tonight, lost themselves, cut the skin of pain is the soul of the dead tired.
Refers to knead small spoon wearily turned slowly in the cup, the ear is like a piano for rock in drift, casual counting the remaining traces of life.
Light with breathing bitter, fool fool me empty memory, tonight, I will sleep with who?
Lost a morning chardonnay colorful dream, drunk amorous feelings of tang poetry of graceful and restrained, silly B I picked up our sentence fragments, I also write poetry?
In the clouds playing with a coffee to tea, suddenly feel still have some things didn't do this evening, there were a few silk himself should keep an eye on life and treasure. A poem, a song of songs, the scenery of a stray... Own life do not need to understand, do not need comfort... Poetry time far away, but sound and diction of the poem.
Those who don't give up and persistence, the heart touched and satori, the echo of the soul to breath...
Out of the window, the horizon will be all the way to melt, vaguely changan overflow me unreal in the helpless eyes in the dream, read you, drunken twittering of vagrancy...
Snow cover is the base of the dirty, tonight, coffee without sugar.