tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827126414714227212009-09-26T14:07:04.997+08:00KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-31190469478435968922009-05-06T15:34:00.002+08:002009-05-06T16:45:10.369+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">和时间斗争總是比和自己斗争容易的'</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">敞開心屝去體會帶着秋涼的風</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">年華不死, 光隂不逝 ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-3119046947843596892?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-52098614966122634512009-05-04T12:37:00.003+08:002009-05-04T15:28:29.745+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">我倒退着前進</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">下意識自我摧毀</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">無邏輯可言</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">燁子, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我爱过,虚伪过,伤痛过遗忘过</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">到现在只有你给了我要的</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我們</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">可以說明你在我心理的位置</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">永遠</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">足以代錶我對妳未有過的真誠</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-5209861496612263451?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-65607436864005238262009-04-26T18:44:00.003+08:002009-04-26T19:02:54.565+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">一种无法感同身受的疼痛</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">在伸缩　也许漫延</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">它召唤　如何靠近　将并融化</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">无力吧</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">这是你必然的感受</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">　</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-6560743686400523826?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-81743704637349384722009-04-20T05:58:00.004+08:002009-04-20T06:07:44.718+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">大约五点四十分天亮</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">时间忙着跺步</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">太阳忙着升起</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">鸟儿开始鸣啼</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">人们开始忙碌</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">这应该是一个属于夏季的晨曦</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-8174370463734938472?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-12226884193094351152009-04-20T05:01:00.003+08:002009-04-20T05:19:04.200+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">我开着窗户入睡</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">需要楼下路人吹着口哨经过或者摩托汽车驰过的声音</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">才让我觉得夜晚还有些气息</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">写了又擦擦了又写</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">脑中始终琐碎的不成样子</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-1222688419309435115?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-55703481206108547542009-04-16T14:51:00.002+08:002009-04-17T22:38:16.983+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">我聽到有人低喃</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">她說世間的思唸如風般不息</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">她想化成一場雨刷去她的疲憊</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">天空有一個缺口</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">收納妳所想註入的所有情感</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">然后將它們幻化成各種形態墜落</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">墜落到妳所想感受的地方</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">其實每個人都有一個缺口</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">妳將它填滿了</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">她就是妳的</span><br /></p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-5570348120610854754?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-80627396260241344412009-04-13T14:06:00.006+08:002009-04-17T22:38:52.244+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">不得不感嘆這個世界有多少美好的事物</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">但都殘喘着無法令人沉醉</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我以為恐慌是再自然不過的事情</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">掙紥完之后</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">疲倦了</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">而風依舊每日吹起</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">帶着她的種子不知去向了哪裏</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-8062739626024134441?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-53386017703623135422009-04-10T08:56:00.007+08:002009-04-17T22:39:25.001+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">在这第二十三年</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我承认了自己的不堪与脆弱</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我急促努力的呼吸每口空气</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我仍然在面对着自己的无知</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我以为有一只华丽的外壳保护着我</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">其实那只是空洞内心的遐想</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我像个孩子一样吵闹而她只是看着</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我想我必须告别很多了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-5338601770362313542?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-20131666392319383482009-04-01T12:16:00.002+08:002009-04-01T13:29:47.754+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"> 寒风不舍离去</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 给予更多拥抱的需求</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 而我也已停止了寻找</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 岁月如风般逝去</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 看不到的是过去的模样和将来的模样</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 我抱着一朵苞蕾</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 她在我心中扎根衍生</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 希望它开出不败的花一朵</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-2013166639231938348?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-29567230216538459792009-03-31T16:38:00.002+08:002009-03-31T16:56:24.775+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我从未把自己放入悲情的角色</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">却觉得所经历的人和事都不如己望</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我憎恨自己内心深处的美好</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">因为那些都是没有的事情</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我现在愤怒却安静的坐着</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">只是铮铮的看着屏幕敲打着键盘</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我可以想象自己歇斯底里的样子</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">但那都只是想象而已</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">一个压抑的人能做出什么事来</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">根本无法。</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-2956723021653845979?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-85552784408651094252009-03-31T14:50:00.003+08:002009-03-31T16:25:28.080+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"> 每个人都承受过痛苦</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 或多或少我们放弃的</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 那些属于青春</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 你看过花起叶落</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 看看自己伟大的宇宙</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 它可能是凋零的花朵</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 像风一样轻盈</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 无法无暇的嬉戏</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 和乌鸦一起发呆</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 在空虚的城市上沉默</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 在污浊的空气下咆哮</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 我们为死亡欢腾</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-8555278440865109425?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-85699320993468201152009-03-27T16:40:00.002+08:002009-03-27T17:06:36.666+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"> 母亲出行的第一站, 巴黎</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 出门前叮咛并打点好一切</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 在空屋子里留下满满的爱</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 今天北风, 格外凉</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 人无法抹去的岁月的痕迹</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 我擦净双眸只见日落天明</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 控制不了的事情不在乎了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 抓住</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> 一声, 一息,一瞬间 </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-8569932099346820115?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-42677947044766359202009-03-25T17:35:00.002+08:002009-03-25T18:35:00.598+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">她流下了在我面前的第二滴眼泪</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">泛红的泪珠足以滴穿我的心脏</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">无法表达那看在眼里的感觉有多痛</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我开始不停的质疑自己</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">然后躲在被子里哭泣</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">人总是认为自己能够做到的甚少</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">而忽略了自己的力量</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">如果我已经被你改变了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我相信你的力量也可以随之相信自己</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">请以后的眼泪只为幸福流</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-4267794704476635920?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-76195316280373548002009-03-23T22:59:00.002+08:002009-03-24T00:27:45.765+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">生活在经历不停歇的高潮与停滞</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">这几年我好似一直渴望能安静的休息一段时间</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">舒缓紧绷的精神状态</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">但当你真的悠闲下了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">却发现生活的意义些许少了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">很多事情无法追求平衡</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">但每当失衡之后人也会失控</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我并不喜欢在自己控制之外的事情</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">经岁月的磨厉</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我们放弃的东西越来越多</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">而那些放弃的东西就象扔进存钱罐里的铜板 </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">等平静的时候抱起来怀念</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;">我努力的控制着不要在任何的挫败之后任自己麻木</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">还给自己对于生活的渴望与激情</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">因为我还想同你一齐</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">给你平静的生活 最好的爱情。</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-7619531628037354800?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-91763488905529771922009-03-18T21:20:00.000+08:002009-03-18T21:21:32.666+08:00我像风一样带着你前行<br />与列车一同驰骋越过山河湖海<br />花儿都为我们微笑<br />你如夜里的星空一般安静<br />与繁星一同闪烁<br />那只有我看得到的光亮<br />划破寒冷孤寂<br />孤独已离我们远去<br />我先坐上列车<br />不在乎是只身前往<br />我带着满满安静的爱前进<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-9176348890552977192?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282712641471422721.post-64032667492274227302009-03-18T21:06:00.004+08:002009-03-18T21:12:49.904+08:00<strong></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">没什么。</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">再一次删除了满满的SPACES</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">没有留任何副本</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">我说</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">把自己清空了</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">才能抓住现在最好的爱情</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/282712641471422721-6403266749227422730?l=knaaa.blogspot.com'/></div>KNahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00345109103672408854noreply@blogger.com0