泡网俱乐部

看隔壁这么热闹，俺也翻出点东东凑热闹，不是情书，
只是静夜独处时写给从前的纪念，让大虾们见笑了。
愿天下有情人终成眷属，到时就没人在意这个鸟节了。

向为了梦想今天仍肚子坚守岗位的弟兄姐妹们致敬！！！


Walked by a flower shop in a late afternoon, my
sight was caught by some pretty blossoms, blooming
in all colors; among them I took a single stem of
rose-red rose. When I was handing over 3 bucks to
the charming florist, she winked to me and said
'sweet girl merits beautiful roses,' but I had on
my mind nothing else but the stunning rose-red rose.

So I grabbed the bud in my hand, drove back home
and set up my camera gears. The rose just looked
great in the soft warm sunlight: a perfect time to
picture the beauty of a dying rose, I said to myself.

Then I saw the fresh petals falling from my hands,
scattered on an almond-color sheet I laid on the
floor; then I arranged the lonely bald stem in the
cluttered pattern of those torn petals, released
the cold titanium shutter, to freeze the melody I
wrote, for the DYING ROSE.

It should look good on the plastic slides, I said
to myself.

At least I can keep the beauty of this fragile gentle
life as time goes, I said to myself.

Otherwise, it would just wither and die in a big vase,
then be dumped in emptiness but nothing else, I said
to myself.

In this cruel world, beauty is just born to be wrecked,
so to be memorized, finally I thought to myself.

Wiped up the petal pieces, I put them in a book with a
name of MEMORIES...

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