Why I can't forget her?

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Why I can't forget her?
Nightmare
I have a dream that she will come back to my life,and go for a walk everyday with me,we enjoy our life in everyway,say ’Good morning’ at the first time we awake up,prepare breakfast together,eat together,wash the dishes together,and kiss each other before we step home out to work everyday.after we get home from office,we buy food together,and do everything together.she happy,I happy.she morose,I morose.we make fun each other as more as possible,we smile sweetly,sleep sweetly,love sweetly,life sweetly.
Her face,actions,smiles,crys,perfume of hairs,everything about her are familiar to me.Though it is near one year after I separated from her,I have been dreaming her often from then on.I was happy when I was still in the dream,even though the scenario often make me cry,but I can see her,I can hear her voice,I can stay with her alone.I cryed in every dream which I dreamed her.
Yesterday,I dreamed her as usual.I was in sweaty ,absolutely in sweaty,sweat around every inch of my body.I thought I would be in sweaty only when I dreamed fighting with others.I didn’t know why,but I only knew that she hated me as usual.I tried my best to beg her pardon on what I had done on her,actually I did nothing on her,I am in love with her every minute.I tried my best to advise her come back to my life,but I failed.She said goodbye to me as usual and turned back from me and left me quickly.Left me crying alone.
It’s a nightmare I am never willing to dream it any more.Please don’t tear me any more in this way.It is unbearable!
What a horrible nightmare!
1个回答 分类:英语 2014-12-14

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“当你对一个人从想念变为想起,这说明你已经心甘情愿地在他的生活中蒸发掉了!”这是一部电影中的台词.听着这样的台词,竟无端地叹息起来,不由得将生命中从想念渐渐沦为想起的人在心里过了一遍筛子.突然觉出时光的无情,也觉出自己的无情.有一些人,曾经怎样的被我煎骨熬血地想念着啊!想念的程度是那样深,想念的频率是那样高.当我陷在想念中,我忘了自己.日也想念,夜也想念;坐也想念,卧也想念;食也想念,饮也想念;行得慢了被想念追上,行得快了被想念迎上……想念成了我的人生常态.正如那首小诗所说的-----我每想你一次,天上就落下一粒沙,于是就有了撒哈拉.也曾偷偷地怨那个人,怨他跋扈地掠走了我太多太多的生命时光.爱是一个不等式,它压根儿就不管什么叫对等---被想念着的人,看不见广袤的“撒哈拉”.想了种种法子解救自己,编出种种理由让自己卸下那折磨人的想念.但,想念是个不知趣的玩意儿,你越想让它远离,它越是紧紧缠住你.真的以为就这样做稳想念的奴隶了,以为怎样的挣扎和自救都无济于事了.然而,不知从哪天起,也不知究竟为了什么,想念的死扣居然自己松动了那么一点点.只是一点点,心也惊悸地捕捉到了.同样的动作,发作般地一次比一次来得强、来得密.最后,那想念的痛,竟像暖阳下的残雪,悄无声息地融成了软软的一摊春泥.雷同的故事,又热带风暴般地多次袭扰了脆弱的心房.在每个想念的高峰期,都觉得这一回定然是熬不过去了.但驽钝的心,一次次错误地预测了想念的走向.今天坐在窗前,品着茶,撷取了几个想念的标本,供自己从容的研究.我是多么羞于承认绚丽的想念已经毋庸置疑地沦为了灰败的想起!但是,真相不容辩驳.在想念和想起之间,时光做了怎样的努力?在点红了樱桃,染绿了芭蕉之后,它是不是就开始奋力揉搓起人的想念,不将它揉搓得褪了色、起了皱、穿了孔就绝不罢手?明明知道想起已不可能再有机缘升级为想念了,可为什么竟怅然地有所希冀?被想念赦免时,却又无限留恋地回味起了身陷其中难以自拔的时光.
一个人,一个曾经那么重要的人,是可以被轻易蒸发掉的吗?
想起的味道已是这样的淡,淡得犹如鸟儿留在天空的飞痕.我守着它,守着它,一直守出一块想念所不期然凝结而成的寂寥琥珀---遗忘.
 
 
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