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This building is my "home" in university.

    “who can say where the road goes......”远处传来天国的歌声，像一个家园在向我召唤， 我踏上水晶般的阶梯，走向更纯粹、更美丽的世界。曲终了，却忽然发现自己还置身于喧 嚣中，于是我去找寻。噢！原来是来自爱尔兰的赞美诗，是一位名叫恩雅的凯尔特女子用  诗情美感的旋律在讲述时间的故事。
  落花无言，声淡如兰。我醉于它的芳华，刹那间仿佛参透了流转百世的禅机。虽然有恩雅薄雾般的吟唱，但由于自己沉浸于空灵的天籁中，这喃呢也便成了一种有声的宁静。音乐像稀释毒药般，稀释着沉郁与忧伤。只是不敢一直沉醉，我怕心中的痛会泛滥成一片汪洋。一种希望与喜悦交汇的感觉从记忆的碎片中重新拾获。就像一场偶遇的大雪，那么地不可阻挡，美得那么不着边际，带着九天之上的寒气，想把一切覆盖，是一种欲盖弥彰的凄婉。闭上眼睛，雪花在炙烈的胸口化了，阳光在眉间舞蹈。温暖而又湿润的心情，生命历久而弥新。
  时光苍凉，清澈的泪眼如莲之芳蕊，而回忆像萦绕在群峦上的暮霭，淡了、远了。思念散落在无涯的时，可我的执着却会辗转一世又一世，千遍万遍。
  生命中的那些过往，是流动的光与影，抬头看天的时候，便幻化成明净广袤的蓝。而此时、此刻才是最贴心的诗意。站在逝水之湄看往昔，落花与流水，终究是留不住什么的。只要怀念，不要留恋。我们是无法淌过时间的河流去获得彼岸的涅盘，痛苦都在此岸了。生命轻浮如尘埃，短暂如蜉蝣，浅薄如白纸，怎负担得起千年修来的生缘，又怎能去许下海枯石烂的诺言？不能啊，不能。
  当爱逝去时，你叹息。
  当爱说谎时，你哭泣。
  你问到底什么是永恒。爱上可，怨恨了，忘记了，深埋了，世界都无动于衷，而这一切的一切时间竟然是唯一的见证者，它一直沉默，它永远孤独。把一切交给时间吧。唱响恩雅的only  time，在心的舞台上轻旋，在岁月的音符里飞扬。

ONLY TIME

    Enya

who can say where the road goes,
where the day flows
only time

and who can say if your love grows,
as your heart chose
only time

who can say why your heart sighs,
as your love flies
only time
and who can say why your heart cries,
when your love dies
only time

who can say when the roads meet,
that love might be,
in your heart.
and who can say when the day sleeps,
if the night keeps all your heart
night keeps all your heart...

who can say if your love grows,
as your heart chose
only time
and who can say where the road goes,
where the day flows
only time
who knows
only time

 

A PERFECT DAY

When you come to the end of a perfect day,

And you sit alone with your thought,

While the chimes ring out with a carol gay,

For the joy that the day has brought,

Do you think what the end of a perfect day

Can mean to a tired heart

When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,

And the dear friends have to part?

Well, this is the end of perfect day,

Near the end of a journey too;

But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,

With a wish that is kind and true

For memory has painted this perfect day,

With colors that never fade,

And we find at the end of a perfect day,

The soul of a friend we’ve made.

这首诗是高中的英语课本上的一篇课文。算是我念的第一首英文诗。很奇怪，当我现在念到它的时候，会越来越喜欢。因为突然就想到了高三时候的六楼，无数个黄昏，无数次眺望，和我最亲爱的朋友们。要是他们看到的话，也会这么说的。