前几天写的一篇文章,借着点酒兴,斗胆就发了吧! 你们要笑话也无所谓,如果怕被笑话就不敢发,那么证明我的认识还不够深刻! 人总要遇到过一些人,经历过一些事之后才能得到成长。 思考---帮助我们认识问题,但不一定会把我们变得更英明。 理性的思考之后,或许让我们看问题更清楚,但往往也容易把我们推向了另一个极端。 不走向另一个极端的办法,或许应该是想办法把自己变得再“笨”点,少爱自己一些,多点承担,多些付出。 或许聪明与糊涂之间仅一步之遥! 单纯与成熟又相差多远呢?! 真正要超凡脱俗,看破世事的人,要么就真的遁入空门;否则就回到这万恶的俗世吧!否则只能给自己凭添烦扰!---世上本无事,庸人自扰之。 我是俗人,我的俗事! 删掉前边这段多余的:I I walked to the Literature Zone, browsing books. Suddenly, one soft, small and exquisite hand moved into my eyes. “What a graceful hand!” I couldn’t help to glimpsing the hand owner --- a girl, about early twenties, wore a ring in her left forefinger; long hair, the middle was tied up; dressed up black clothing, black skirt, a pair of black stockings and a pair of subdued color high-heel shoes; the skirt and stockings just reached her knees, her knees were revealed outside, very mellow and slippery; her heel of shoes were about 5cm, the size of her shoes, the height of her shoes’ heel matched her stature well. She was standing in the right front of me, about a meter’s distance, hanging a white bag on her right shoulder, staring at the bookshelves intently. I looked at the bookshelf motionless, the time seemed stand still. “Is she a goddess? Why a girl back view can be so attractive? There are a lot of figure and sexy dressed ones on the streets, but I’m just fascinated by this”. Around half a minute later, I awaked from intoxication, where’s she? She’s there, two rows away from me. She was going to the bookshelves of nowadays novel. The book mall was worked as before, but I felt my pulse quicken, I slowly moved to the students’ bookshelves with my heavy feet, and then turned to the nowadays novel bookshelves, the side which she was coming. I walked close to her step by step, five meters, four meters… Her appearance was closer and clearer. My eyes focus on her face, and she was still glancing the bookshelves leisurely. What a comely girl, I didn’t know whether my face was blushed or not, but I fiercely aware my body was heat, I heard my breathing --- uneven breathing. I nervously turned my head to the direction where she walked. I looked like a creature depend on her, followed her stealthily. She stood alongside of Hong Kong authors’ bookshelf. I walked to her right from her behind, picked up one of Xiaoxian Zhang’s books. I was so timid; I even didn’t dare to raise my head to see her. I lowered my head, restlessly turned over the book; transferred my sight from book to her now and then. She took a book in her hand, but the title was covered, her every movement was so graceful all the time. How can I know her? When I was thinking, she went away again. She’s there, I reached for her slowly, still thinking how to catch her eye, and she’s coming near me. I tried my best to keep clam, pretended as if nothing happened, awkwardly and quickly grasped a book into my hands so that I could conceal my fluster. She crossed between me and the piled books on the floor; we were very close at that moment. I wished to grow out a couple of eyes on my back head, gazed at her soulfully. Finally, I made the decision, I should take some actions: “OK! I would follow her silently, to observe what kinds of books she liked, to find out some common themes between us, and then seek an occasion to speak with her --- at least I should get her phone number.” When I was thinking how to break the ice, a girl’s voice interrupted my thinking --- it’s her. She was answering a call. … “At book mall” … “Crazy” … “Fool” … “Come out, come, come” … “OK, bye” Per the tone of her voice and the word, it should be one of her closely friend, and presumed a girl too. But I was thrown into confusion by the unexpected event. When I was thinking how to adjust my plan, she had taken a book, walked to the escalator, and disappeared in the crowd. I flustered, no idea, stood there stupidly, soundlessly; without any response. When I recalled me, it’s too late; the graceful hand had gone forever. |