独立声色


 
@ 2008-07-05 14:32











                                                         日光午后,一个人拿着相机拍起来。

                                                         忘记了光线从哪里照射,忘记了对焦是否准确。
                       
                                                         只知道,衬着自己的心意。一切都那么正好。











                                                        屏住呼吸,放松快门。

                                                        是轻易,却让人心跳不已的事情。

                                                        此时,音乐从屋内传来,轻轻的,若有似无。飘过来。



                                                        















                                                      








 
@ 2008-07-03 19:03

 








                                                          晚风吹拂,记得那声音。

                                                          静静的,轻轻的,细微的。

                                                          我也愿,也愿,

                                                          在一个阳光照耀的心灵角落。

                                                          默默地绽放,绽放。




 








                                                          那时候会想,会想,

                                                          天空变幻着光泽,你是否也察觉。

                                                          无声之中,白云深处。

                                                          有一种向往。

                                                          淡淡地飘散,飘散。
























 
@ 2008-06-30 19:56














                                                          我在回忆里唱起了歌,I  miss you... I  miss  you...

                                                          是我生之无限留恋与思念。

                                                          曾几何时,散落了天涯,无处寻。

                                                          青空恋痕变成黑白记忆,谁还如初般,抚动旧音,不落埃尘。




                                                                 
                                                          失去了,得到了。因为离开所以回来。

                                                          想起每一份温暖的字句,每一个予我共鸣待我郑重的伙伴。

                                                          时间即使荡涤深情,飞向空中,仍是长长长长,心灵的痕迹。
























 

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