thoughtshowerings

我觉得我得到的这一颗赤红，蹦动，温暖的心并没有附送说明书。明确的说，应该是刻意没有说明书吧。。。 感到无比愤怒的时候，我几忽无法控制心中的恨。怒火就像饿了五天，并且关在好小好小的笼子里的狮子门，霎时间让笼子的闸门开，任它们宰杀无辜。 感到喜悦的时候，心里感到的快活就像断了线的风筝似的，乘（程？）着无形的风浪愈飞愈高。没有受到线的控制，想到哪儿就轻飘飘，婀娜摇摆的去。 和有好感的人眼神交叉时，心里偏偏起舞。有如跳着节奏分明的佛拉明柯舞，时而快，时而慢。 可是不管是快或慢，每一个动作都带有强劲的力道，都配合着舞女炯炯有神的眼光。眼光似忽穿过外衣，内衣，直直射到心里最深处。 这些情感每一回都令我束手无策，搞得我好无助，无奈的让它紧紧地纠缠着我。 靠我的毅力根本不能摆脱它的恶势力。每一回都是它赢我输。 可是情感最终还是大脑的分泌，激素，所导致，不是吗？

Just got some good news via a mysterious phone call from a mysterious girl-sounding-woman,( I presume) using a private number (which is one of my pet peevee) when I was in the middle of a deep sleep yesterday-the kind which you normally dont feel like waking up. Mass sent sms to family, but surprising, I didnt feel entirely elated, exhilarated or exploding with excitement. Am I supposed to whoop in delight while in bed? Jump up and punch the air jubilously with my fist? My guess was because I had already expected the good news, seeing how the interview went. Strange isnt it? Getting something fancy that I had eyed due to a moment's of jest, at first i didnt even think something like that would even happen to me. I thought I was just the average guy, going about doing his less than spectacular things, leading his far-less-than-wild life. And then, I got it. Nope, no tears of fierce joy, strong emotional hugs, just acceptance. Weird isnt it, when you get something you had already you...

当空烈日之下， 我弯着腰，头上顶着淡黄的圆型太阳帽，“啊，好热!" 心中喃喃着。 不自不觉当中，我用幼黑的手背擦掉额头上的汗珠。早已紧紧卷起来的长袖和裤子以经忪脱，被田里肥沃的泥土和水弄脏。 “嗯，腰好酸痛！” 赤裸的脚踩着凉爽软烂的泥巴，它从脚子中的细缝慢慢地溜出来，感觉好满祝！ 但我不在乎，眼里和心中只有手中那一株一株幼小，翠绿的秧苗。 说起来插秧这事，也真有趣。 弯着腰，感觉好像是在向地球膜拜，感谢她奉献她那肥沃的土地让最初的人们懂得利用，从而生存，直到今天的高楼大厦。 为一前进的办法就是后退。弯腰，后退，把手中的秧苗一株一株有制序地插入土地，才能把稻田插满。听起来好像还蛮茅盾，但人生就是如此。想要到达前方就得先知道如何后退，不是吗？ 陀着背，弯着腰，一面插秧，一面以像似退后的型动前进，眼里看到的除了是油绿的秧苗，混浑的雨水，就是朵朵白云印在蔚蓝的天空。