生活也不过如此简单

清晨，

一米柔和的阳光，

悄悄的，慢慢的；

溜过淡蓝的窗帘，

照进房间的缝隙。

睁开朦胧的睡眼，

关掉循环的闹铃。

点开一首钢琴曲，

轻轻的，缓缓的；

循环着琴者独奏，

聆听旋律的灵魂。

听那花草的奏音，

听那鸟虫的鸣声。

午后，

随手捧起一本书，

静静的，清清的；

泡一杯醇香的茶，

慵懒的靠着摇椅。

享受午后的悠然，

品味生活的充实。

一个人骑着单车，

快快的，骎骎的；

感受着风的轻柔，

欣赏着景的旖旎。

看着那红日西坠，

跟着那夕阳荡影。

夜晚，

无法诉说的孤寂，

隐隐的，暗暗的；

藏在月亮湾之上，

躲在星星群之下。

又是难眠的一夜，

翻来覆去的思念。

不能言语的秘密，

深深的，漪漪的；

你的眼眸似星辰，

你的记忆似银河。

我多想勇敢承认，

你是我爱的人啊。

Mr. Deer's diary

In the morning,

A meter of soft sunlight,

Quietly, slowly;

Through the pale blue curtains,

Into a crack in the room.

Open your sleepy eyes,

Turn off the loop alarm.

Click on a piano piece,

Gentle, gentle; gentle.

The reciter,

Listen to the soul of the melody.

Listen to the music of the flowers,

Listen to the song of the bird and insect.

In the afternoon,

Pick up a book,

Quiet, clear;

Make a cup of mellow tea.

Leaning lazily against a rocking chair.

Enjoy the rest of the afternoon,

Savor the fullness of life.

A man on a bicycle,

Come quickly, Qin Qin;

Feel the gentle wind,

Admire the view.

Watching the sunset fall,

Follow the sun.

At night,

The loneliness that cannot be told,

Of or relating to something

that is invisible.

Hidden on the moon bay,

Under the stars.

Another sleepless night,

Over and over missing.

The secret of words,

Deep, ethereal;

Your eyes are like the stars,

Your memory is like the Milky Way.

How I would like to admit,

You're the one I love.

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