I lingered in the town, there is no "dream wedding day" feeling, although today is the "fiber cloud get clever, meteor mass hate, silverside span secretly," the date, and if the word may have said "a long time if the two conditions long, a blessing in the day and night "? I do a little laugh: life is not that what you do as long as his instinct that one, and are there any regrets??" I ...... I indulge my own footsteps, compact and roam in the evening hustle and bustle of the town, the town still is a small town, the town still has it that the city of lazy people, Tanabata? I can not tolerate this season, no longer accompany my pace notes ethereal rock dance, because the increase in air scent or air is still so thick it? or ......
I should not have to worry that the ancients early poem: teenagers do not know real depression. But think of yourself this way now, she considered her own often promise ourselves, hearts thrown even greater than the ray of Melancholy?
But I do not have tears.
Time in my footsteps gone silent, I try to cater to the joy, his own share of "naive" to wipe away from my body, twilight wave upon wave, unknowingly went to the front of the house, think of "Dream of Red Mansions" in many, perhaps God gave me test it! after all, I still have time to fight for their own destiny.
This is bound to be a memorable night of Tanabata, I am in this lively and welcoming town, alone ......
七夕之夜，大家都在喜庆地庆祝着。只要我的心里没有欢喜，只有惆怅，只有彷徨......
我徘徊于小镇中，没有“佳期如梦”的感觉，虽然今天是“纤云弄巧，飞星传恨，银汉迢迢暗渡”之日，可又如词人所说“两情若是久长时，又岂在朝朝暮暮”呢?我有点发笑：人生不就是如此吗?只要做好了自己本能的那一份，又还有何遗憾了?”可我......我放纵自己的足音，漫游在黄昏中小巧而喧嚣的小城，小城依旧还是小城，小城依旧有着它那些懒惰的城民，七夕?这个季节容不下我，我的步子再也不能随同摇滚的音符空灵起舞，是因为空气中增加的香味还是空气依旧那么粘稠么?还是......
我本不该有愁，这古人早就有诗云：少年不知愁滋味。可是想到自己现在这样子，想到以前常常背起诺言的自己，心中泛起的又何止是一缕愁情?
但我没有泪。
时间，在我无声的脚步里逝去，我努力地迎合着喜悦，把自己那份“天真”从我身体中拭去，暮色一浪一浪，不知不觉又到了家门前，想起《红楼梦》中的种种，这也许是老天给我的考验吧!毕竟我还有时间去争取自己的命运。
这注定是一个难忘的七夕之夜，我在这个热闹而温馨的小城，独自一人......
