tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40504730242924917582012-01-12T23:24:47.126+08:00was about myself~hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.comBlogger177125-hawjeh-http://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-54132984155540467342011-12-13T18:45:00.001+08:002011-12-13T18:45:48.343+08:002011-12-13T18:45:48.343+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zRmriS6FC3lpXNQgaum49-bAXU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zRmriS6FC3lpXNQgaum49-bAXU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zRmriS6FC3lpXNQgaum49-bAXU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4zRmriS6FC3lpXNQgaum49-bAXU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>It was a rainy day,<br /> liked the sky was crying,<br /> liked the image from my mind,<br /> liked those tears dropped from your eye..<br /> <br /> People need an umbrella,<br /> for avoid wetting the body.<br /> <br /> I need a great sleep,<br /> for refreshing and resting my mind.<br /> <br /> and You need tissues,<br /> to clean the tears and start over a new life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-5413298415554046734?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/ngFPcO3BS5I" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/12/rainy-days.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-19602449727525738072011-11-20T00:53:00.001+08:002011-11-20T01:03:35.808+08:002011-11-20T01:03:35.808+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RFt1XJCpGn9eUyqlS1wZP9TCBz8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RFt1XJCpGn9eUyqlS1wZP9TCBz8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RFt1XJCpGn9eUyqlS1wZP9TCBz8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RFt1XJCpGn9eUyqlS1wZP9TCBz8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fD4_Cza2U/Tsff6Aw89LI/AAAAAAAAANg/OtDkBj0TDWM/s1600/20071239513934181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7fD4_Cza2U/Tsff6Aw89LI/AAAAAAAAANg/OtDkBj0TDWM/s200/20071239513934181.jpg" width="150" /></a></div> <i style="font-size: small;">He said</i><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>if there is a goal, you must achieved it</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>there was a dream, you always wanted to catch it.</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><br /></i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>She said</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>if there is a man, you admired for years</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>he was the best, and always the standard to judge others.</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-1960244972752573807?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/1QwzKw_ERmc" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/11/fly.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-26354649672154043902011-10-29T00:29:00.000+08:002011-10-29T00:29:17.892+08:002011-10-29T00:29:17.892+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HXqIyFfZAqnAvcf8uZp2q-ZKIvE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HXqIyFfZAqnAvcf8uZp2q-ZKIvE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HXqIyFfZAqnAvcf8uZp2q-ZKIvE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HXqIyFfZAqnAvcf8uZp2q-ZKIvE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ib6H4rQChpU/TqrYBRfSvzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/r8vzZ6h3ZPk/s1600/open-mic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ib6H4rQChpU/TqrYBRfSvzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/r8vzZ6h3ZPk/s200/open-mic.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>i can be your mic&nbsp;</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>then you can shout on me</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>no matter how loud~</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>in some future day</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>you will be needing me</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>no matter how you deny~</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>because i am yours~&nbsp;<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #edeff4; color: #333333; line-height: 12px;">♥</span></i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-2635464967215404390?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/9jq0GQJICt8" height="1" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRRhetoX4lI/TqFurrVUC4I/AAAAAAAAANE/Aud6Ssfvve0/s200/asdf.jpg" width="157" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">a blank paper</span></i><br /> <div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">like my empty mood</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">suddenly and unexpectedly</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ruin my day...</span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-2460550999222290932?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/CCD40iTuJEw" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/10/empty.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-52781288435965951662011-09-18T23:01:00.000+08:002011-09-18T23:01:40.714+08:002011-09-18T23:01:40.714+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9y35zrFFZIwCH2o1uxQ14zDhvSU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9y35zrFFZIwCH2o1uxQ14zDhvSU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9y35zrFFZIwCH2o1uxQ14zDhvSU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9y35zrFFZIwCH2o1uxQ14zDhvSU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ad1-8figyM/TnXBVMJL0yI/AAAAAAAAAME/9Kq6xCwR48U/s1600/5150121255780240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ad1-8figyM/TnXBVMJL0yI/AAAAAAAAAME/9Kq6xCwR48U/s320/5150121255780240.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-small;">怎么能够</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-small;">让这雨天没有雨伞</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-small;">淋湿的我</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-small;">冷冻的我</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd; font-size: x-small;">该何去何从?</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-size: x-small;">怎么能够</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-small;">让这雨天没你陪伴</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-small;">孤单的我</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: x-small;">寂寞的我</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd; font-size: x-small;">该向谁靠岸?</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-5278128843596595166?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/qUFLRfBlD4I" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-13031399690029102532011-09-10T20:37:00.000+08:002011-09-10T20:37:54.308+08:002011-09-10T20:37:54.308+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T79AMAy_Y-w7ajA819L1PGKDoo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T79AMAy_Y-w7ajA819L1PGKDoo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T79AMAy_Y-w7ajA819L1PGKDoo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8T79AMAy_Y-w7ajA819L1PGKDoo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS48KjQEnIk/TmtZyrK6QEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jn90BuXjY1U/s1600/moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lS48KjQEnIk/TmtZyrK6QEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jn90BuXjY1U/s200/moon.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-small;"><i>There was a dream land</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>no days, no nights</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>but you and I...</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-small;"><i>There were ours' land</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>no sun, no moon</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>but you and I...</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-small;"><i>We set forever&nbsp;</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>to be in the</i></span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>another dream land...</i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-1303139969002910253?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/MRt2ZYwJG9w" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/09/anotherdream-land.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-43292057492203471162011-09-05T20:51:00.000+08:002011-09-05T20:51:50.626+08:002011-09-05T20:51:50.626+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0MOvp_t6dN8M73n4djRHaYKImD0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0MOvp_t6dN8M73n4djRHaYKImD0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0MOvp_t6dN8M73n4djRHaYKImD0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0MOvp_t6dN8M73n4djRHaYKImD0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPoU4W3vojo/TmTF1zNLjuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d3lq8nXzwUc/s1600/sleeping_and_dreaming-1727.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPoU4W3vojo/TmTF1zNLjuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d3lq8nXzwUc/s200/sleeping_and_dreaming-1727.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There is a dream</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">last night;<br /> I can't remember</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">when I fall sleep.</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I can't recall</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">when I wake up.</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The only thing is</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the dream all about you.</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-4329205749220347116?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/sCiJvxAA9BY" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-48884283851358783592011-09-02T22:07:00.000+08:002011-09-02T22:07:44.524+08:002011-09-02T22:07:44.524+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8q3a3GdfNiCRsl28vZmIuGoQk2A/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8q3a3GdfNiCRsl28vZmIuGoQk2A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8q3a3GdfNiCRsl28vZmIuGoQk2A/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8q3a3GdfNiCRsl28vZmIuGoQk2A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><i>no matter how long,</i><br /> <i>the years by years passed,</i><br /> <i>bro is bro, sis is sis</i><br /> <i>the relationship will not change =D</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-4888428385135878359?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/npoa6pCccVU" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/09/relations.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-85626549334310792342011-08-12T16:33:00.000+08:002011-08-12T16:33:33.643+08:002011-08-12T16:33:33.643+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AaNg4y7j_HsHEb2OL0yblRvg_Jw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AaNg4y7j_HsHEb2OL0yblRvg_Jw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AaNg4y7j_HsHEb2OL0yblRvg_Jw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AaNg4y7j_HsHEb2OL0yblRvg_Jw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSpN2KiKSxU/TkTlKbwT_CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/04GkRqEOMjk/s1600/the-future.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSpN2KiKSxU/TkTlKbwT_CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/04GkRqEOMjk/s200/the-future.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /> </div>Future was not far-off,<div>depends on sleeping or working,<br /> <div>it is always front right turn</div><div>and exit be there for you..</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-8562654933431079234?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/LUG4w_Rwkds" height="1" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R7ea58YwVz0/Ti6GcYyBKkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/h99JcXVg3Bc/s200/only.jpg" width="85" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">i may use different formulas to solve question</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">i may use different faces to meet people</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">i may use different ways to reach a destination</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">but if you, here i am</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">using the only heart</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">to love you.</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-399936384930791073?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/NwkB2_VYqV0" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/07/only-one.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-19605735922239270562011-07-17T01:03:00.000+08:002011-07-17T01:03:59.910+08:002011-07-17T01:03:59.910+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XQwZeTZTZwRJ2BPkBPJrMN-1ekw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XQwZeTZTZwRJ2BPkBPJrMN-1ekw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XQwZeTZTZwRJ2BPkBPJrMN-1ekw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XQwZeTZTZwRJ2BPkBPJrMN-1ekw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Once i drank<br /> every reflection pop-out<br /> they crowded my mind<br /> they ruined my thought<br /> I have seen you<br /> I have seen she<br /> I have seen her<br /> After i awake<br /> i knew it was not a dream<br /> it was really came through myself<br /> i wonder it was just dream<br /> i wonder it never happen<br /> i wonder...<br /> i did sick of it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-1960573592223927056?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/4bahpC09ECY" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com3http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes-no.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-77154811197246721692011-07-06T23:15:00.001+08:002011-07-06T23:16:03.819+08:002011-07-06T23:16:03.819+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/53djaUhgpV1UhXay0GKSkqOsesY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/53djaUhgpV1UhXay0GKSkqOsesY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/53djaUhgpV1UhXay0GKSkqOsesY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/53djaUhgpV1UhXay0GKSkqOsesY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXywA_UaKC4/ThR7iiEvIbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cLJfHsfU2rg/s1600/newlove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXywA_UaKC4/ThR7iiEvIbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cLJfHsfU2rg/s200/newlove.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Love is a little story,</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of you and of me.</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Years later is still a story,</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of us again of us.</span></i><br /> <br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Stories of Our Love,</span></i><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Like puppies sharing a candy bar~</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-7715481119724672169?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/n3r24Qv7sxE" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-is-little-story-of-you-and-of-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-22061995072616617232011-07-04T23:24:00.000+08:002011-07-04T23:24:51.846+08:002011-07-04T23:24:51.846+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kf1I5ayBiqBgtoLSWqR_e2OU0_k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kf1I5ayBiqBgtoLSWqR_e2OU0_k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kf1I5ayBiqBgtoLSWqR_e2OU0_k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kf1I5ayBiqBgtoLSWqR_e2OU0_k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZPev061yRQ/ThHa-SikSBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D8fQd2MX-zs/s1600/missing-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZPev061yRQ/ThHa-SikSBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/D8fQd2MX-zs/s200/missing-you.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So many words I wish to tell</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">when I missing you.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So long I smile on you</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">when I met you.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I stuck and,</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the only word can say is,</span><br /> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I LOVE YOU.</span></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-2206199507261661723?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/XTEw6l53Ox0" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-long.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-87853583956180929922011-06-18T17:03:00.001+08:002011-06-18T17:05:57.138+08:002011-06-18T17:05:57.138+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H9wuSCE27syXiVuRX8bt88ZIfPo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H9wuSCE27syXiVuRX8bt88ZIfPo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H9wuSCE27syXiVuRX8bt88ZIfPo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H9wuSCE27syXiVuRX8bt88ZIfPo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aeg-w-3bPfg/TfxppoLaGwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/E08dJNh0RvE/s1600/p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aeg-w-3bPfg/TfxppoLaGwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/E08dJNh0RvE/s200/p.jpg" width="200" /></a>Tears fall while he's playing his<br /> piano and his rhythms<br /> <i><b>of the lyrics about her...</b></i><br /> He's the only spot of light<br /> <i><b>on the stage, front of peoples.</b></i><br /> All the days and nights passed,<br /> <i><b>without her and hers...</b></i><br /> No ones but he knew,<br /> <i><b>the only aesthetic...</b></i><br /> <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">was about her...</span></b></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-8785358395618092992?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/Y16Q7ghjJ_8" height="1" 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2sPyOCExKw/TfNz3AjQ-5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/WysHPoGnHUI/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div>黑与白,之间<br /> 或被灰色的与联系着...<br /> 黑与白,之外<br /> 或是没被想过的彩色...<br /> 黑与白,或许<br /> 从来就没有灰色地带...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-1389598853141216966?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/4FpPWfd3eds" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/06/black-white.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-83261120975313840492011-06-03T22:42:00.000+08:002011-06-03T22:42:59.190+08:002011-06-03T22:42:59.190+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h4PTHK4F2GZU67Y5ZxGlkAwZfn4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/h4PTHK4F2GZU67Y5ZxGlkAwZfn4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">时代转变 · 通通被泛黄了...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">但 · 埋藏心底的那一句 · 我爱你 · 却是永远不变...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-8326112097531384049?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/qbi_DIdxpsc" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-46620833180314820152011-05-25T22:04:00.000+08:002011-05-25T22:04:31.515+08:002011-05-25T22:04:31.515+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GN_NTBR1k4ea7-zYcOPVbYMv5_o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GN_NTBR1k4ea7-zYcOPVbYMv5_o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GN_NTBR1k4ea7-zYcOPVbYMv5_o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GN_NTBR1k4ea7-zYcOPVbYMv5_o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kv8Xc59xEo/Td0FVHMgNbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0R-G2u6YmK0/s1600/226341_1874997127758_1626112592_1762534_1870285_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1kv8Xc59xEo/Td0FVHMgNbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0R-G2u6YmK0/s400/226341_1874997127758_1626112592_1762534_1870285_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> 干枯的树叶,<br /> 它被狠狠地抛下..<br /> 是无情.是无意.是无感觉地<br /> 枯叶就草率地被遗弃...<br /> 谁晓得它那多少风光,多少风流..<br /> 眨眼间,通通都已成过去,都已逝去..<br /> 就连路过的我,都有些感触.<br /> 看了连心都酸了.却无能为力..<br /> 待大风吹过,它便随风而去..<br /> 随风落到无人处,渐渐消失去...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-4662083318031482015?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/2dMgUdiLvU0" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_25.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-34561667488158196622011-05-24T21:59:00.001+08:002011-05-24T22:00:36.263+08:002011-05-24T22:00:36.263+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/908jFi-Ezpkf_oSqH6qFiLBhraY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/908jFi-Ezpkf_oSqH6qFiLBhraY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/908jFi-Ezpkf_oSqH6qFiLBhraY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/908jFi-Ezpkf_oSqH6qFiLBhraY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCCxqS8nYmk/Tdu2SsPWdyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8OuH0pb01KM/s1600/11by092z10d495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCCxqS8nYmk/Tdu2SsPWdyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8OuH0pb01KM/s320/11by092z10d495.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> 有些话..<br /> 一直都埋藏在心底...<br /> 可能有时候.<br /> 心事会徘徊在嘴边..<br /> 却没那般勇气说出口...<br /> 可能会有个念头.<br /> 冲动地给你写一封信..<br /> 表达长久以来对你的仰慕...<br /> 可又偏偏.<br /> 那断芯的笔..<br /> 使我无法写下...<br /> 心里想对你说的话....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-3456166748815819662?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/5WuI9MEOvTw" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com1http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_24.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-31134490556083903142011-05-17T01:01:00.000+08:002011-05-17T01:01:52.720+08:002011-05-17T01:01:52.720+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OIx-I1Xt7D0O90oIxmHCbmde28s/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OIx-I1Xt7D0O90oIxmHCbmde28s/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OIx-I1Xt7D0O90oIxmHCbmde28s/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OIx-I1Xt7D0O90oIxmHCbmde28s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>雨后...<br /> 路面变得湿滑了,<br /> 人群依旧拥挤的这条街道,<br /> 他与他的脚印们,<br /> 踢踏踢踏地往另一终点前进着.<br /> 你我夹在这人挤人的列队里,<br /> 随着众人的步伐,<br /> 踢踏踢踏, 一路将水花四溅.<br /> 虽然, 这条街道不长也不短,<br /> 虽然, 这路程也许就快结束,<br /> 可, 那条属于我俩路,<br /> 是永远都...<br /> 走不完~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-3113449055608390314?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/Vg34vHu6p8Y" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-41543753564075544302011-05-14T11:19:00.000+08:002011-05-14T11:19:13.621+08:002011-05-14T11:19:13.621+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gsCwCP5A45fBj3EcQZ15mhqyVdA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gsCwCP5A45fBj3EcQZ15mhqyVdA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gsCwCP5A45fBj3EcQZ15mhqyVdA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gsCwCP5A45fBj3EcQZ15mhqyVdA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>或许...<br /> 我俩不曾说话<br /> 也许...<br /> 我俩不曾谋面<br /> 可能...<br /> 我俩不曾相识<br /> 大概...<br /> 我俩只是听他说<br /> 这里有个我...<br /> 那里有个你...<br /> 但若果,<br /> 少了那一时的冲动~<br /> 身处天边的我俩~<br /> 也就不会相识~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-4154375356407554430?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/BuQiWfTRa8U" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-53460173933978799952011-05-10T23:43:00.000+08:002011-05-10T23:43:57.813+08:002011-05-10T23:43:57.813+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/euBMMmrNf4sIT0fCrFemMzv3BqY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/euBMMmrNf4sIT0fCrFemMzv3BqY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/euBMMmrNf4sIT0fCrFemMzv3BqY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/euBMMmrNf4sIT0fCrFemMzv3BqY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>lie and lie's ruined my life<br /> sin of hurt covered my days<br /> so long a day... so far a life...<br /> since&nbsp;she and she's<br /> never said truth...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-5346017393397879995?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/5WpcRZGi_Js" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/lie.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-56213808328551299502011-05-06T18:59:00.000+08:002011-05-06T18:59:08.105+08:002011-05-06T18:59:08.105+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwjjhTeM7xAtuVFcWZcs151bu1U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwjjhTeM7xAtuVFcWZcs151bu1U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwjjhTeM7xAtuVFcWZcs151bu1U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YwjjhTeM7xAtuVFcWZcs151bu1U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">事实永远都是残酷的, 而往往我们最不想听到的却是这些. 听完了这惊人的消息后, 我并不知道该给什么样的表情, 才是合适的, 所以我只能苦笑着面对莎拉, 说不出话来. 不过, 庆幸的是, 她能了解到此时此刻的我, 很够义气似地一直安慰着我, 不断地分享着他人的经验, 并希望我能从中学习, 吸取等... 务必使我离开伤心的悬崖.</div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 接受吧, 小马... 人家对你笑, 并不代表她对你有意思; 同样的, 世界那么大, 还有好多好多好女孩等着你 "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 看开点吧, 接下来可能你面对的是她的横眉冷对, 你该有个事先准备好你的大心脏 "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" ...... "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">或许现在并不是对的时候, 莎拉给了我一大堆啰嗦不完的安慰, 可我也只是呆呆地当个表面上专心的聆听者; 此刻的专注力早已不知飞往哪儿去了. 或许我正考虑着一些无关要紧的事, 可这事还真的... 好多好多... 多得离谱了!太多了! 我不断地自问, 我犯错了吗? 踏入了感情界限, 我就害怕面对自己? 小贝使我我受伤了吗? 有吗? 难道这叫一见钟情吗? 为何我会有这样的心情? 我似乎不停, 不断地嘲笑着自己, 这也许是因为心里正苦苦地叹气着; 哈? 或许我早已提醒自己不该掉入感情陷阱, 可如今呢?&nbsp;此时的我, 被问题缠绕的我, 已无法想象接下来的策略, 也无法拟定下一步该如何是好等的....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">不久后, 原本在一旁啰嗦不停的莎拉, 开始静下了. 我便趁这机会, 告诉她我的想法.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 莎拉... "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 是的! "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 今天我可不能陪你回家去了...我想一个人静静, 好吗? "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 为什么!? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 我想, 一个人, 能够静静地了解到痛楚的根源... 了解吗? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 嗯! 记得明天要回复以往的心情哦! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 希望是.... 回家小心咯. "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 我会的, 你也要小心. 我的电话随时开着, 需要我的时候, 记得找我! "</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 好的...回到家记得信息我呀... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 你也是! 掰! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 再见 "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">说完以后, 我便背起了背包, 离开校园去. 我并没送莎拉到巴士站去, 我对她有信心, 知道她能够自立, 顺利回到家去.&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">而我也只是往着无目标前进, 慢步行走着. 我在步出校园以后, 便使用校外的行人桥到对面街道去. &nbsp;步上了行人桥, 望着脚底的车辆, 来来往往, 我便不自觉地祈祷自己败坏的心情能够随着车辆们, 一个接一个地离开我的脚下...&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">或许是此刻猛烈的太阳, 闷热的天气使我开始有些幻觉, 甚至昏眩了. 我便打开了原本握紧的水瓶, 将清水往我的头部倒下, 希望这使我能够清醒些许... 可这举动却没什么见效似地, 只换来全身湿透.&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">我发现此时无目标前进的我, 就好像是流浪似地; 一个人, 背着一个背包, 身上也只剩下那一些零用, 无目标地前进. 或许看似快要到目的地, 但这却不是; 又或许看似没有理由地行走, 但却又不是; 我只是... 只是... 想要一个人悄悄静下, 平伏这起伏不断地心情. 从这陌生的街头, 再走到街尾, 人来人往的街道一个人的我感到更是寂寞; 手牵手的情侣们使我更加无奈. 我并不能理直气壮地说我恋爱了; 我更不能向知心者们苦苦倾诉我失恋了; 我也只能低声悄悄地说, 一厢情愿的我, 像白痴般地表错情了.&nbsp;遇见的她, 便是老天爷注定的她; 可并不代表这是对的时候. 无奈天意弄人, 月老不怜悯, 把不完美的缘分给牵了, 才让我遇见了小贝...&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">走了好久好久, 连蓝天白云也都乌云布满天了, 我都没留意到...我的心到底往哪儿去了? 迎面而来的一阵凉风, 刺刺冰冷的冷风打在我的脸颊上, 我终于有了少许些的感觉了; 我感到脸颊被刺得有些疼痛, 便用手摸摸除痛去. 在我眨眼的瞬间, 隐隐约约间发现了有一位长发女郎步过了我身旁. 我被她那飘逸的并带有一丝淡淡香味的长发, 深深吸引住了. 我像似沉醉于美梦般的, 无法清醒, 深深望着她的背影, 并不自禁地开口叫她,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 小姐! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">她转过头来, 并用了感觉疑惑的眼神望着我. 对望的瞬间, 让我想起了小贝...她...她...&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">一瞬间后, 我好像听见了打碎的玻璃声, 脑里的画面瞬间变成了碎片, 一片片...破灭了... 我在慢慢苏醒, 回过神来以后, 就连忙向那位长发女郎道歉. 她于是转头就继续她的路程了. 我便是呆呆地望着那位女郎的背影, 嘴巴不自觉地上扬了, 似乎在庆贺着我终于苏醒了. 我能感觉到, 这不是喜悦的笑容, 而是嘲笑的笑容; 我笑的是的是自己踏得太用力, 使自己陷入太深; 我笑的是自己愚笨地一厢情愿, 换来的是残酷骇人的事实. 但我并没责怪小贝或莎拉, 只因这一切不过是意味着是自己太过天真.&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" ...轰...轰... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">我望着已乌云满天的天空, 闪过的雷电是雷公爷爷给的告示; 我该回家去了? 不, 不! 是应该停止发梦了...</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">【完】</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-5621380832855129950?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/G6XeKYVBPto" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/8.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-58756011112529010142011-05-01T23:15:00.000+08:002011-05-01T23:15:24.588+08:002011-05-01T23:15:24.588+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NeRjFrHc8DQAoIggHbLxUJMDJik/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NeRjFrHc8DQAoIggHbLxUJMDJik/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NeRjFrHc8DQAoIggHbLxUJMDJik/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NeRjFrHc8DQAoIggHbLxUJMDJik/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">我快步地走向小贝, 拍拍她的肩膀, 可她没多加理并继续步行; 我察觉到形势不妙后, 有点而担心, 并不断动脑筋地想办法去. 在跟随她的脚步走了几步以后, 我便想到些点子, 然后用轻声说道,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 你还好吧? 喝杯茶去吧?! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 不喝了, 你去吧... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 来啦! 最多我请客好了! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 都说不要去了! 别啰嗦了! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" .... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">小贝给了我个冷眼后, 便速速离开了, 而我却是愣在一旁的说. 只因我万万也没想到, 我竟然会被小贝冷冷地婉拒了请求, 同时间, 我的缓兵之计也宣告泡汤了. 想了想以后, 便决定只单方面地往莎拉去, 希望能够了解到事情的真相.&nbsp;</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">我走到了莎拉身旁, 并开始观察她的神情; 不一会儿就被她发现了.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 哦, 你来了啊...回家去吧? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 今天还很早. 走吧, 喝杯茶去! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 哦...这样啊....好吧... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 别这样~~最多我请客吧. "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 随你的便, 去吧, 反正我也有话想对你说.. "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 什么事?! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 到了才说吧... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">听到莎拉这么说, 我又喜又优, 心里便开始有些忐忑了. 喜的是, 莎拉正在恢复平时的心情; 忧的是,她到底想说些什么. 我不断地重复思考, 莎拉究竟想对我说些什么, 也许她与小贝对我隐瞒了些什么...? 没有的话, 搞什么神秘!? 我开始有些着急, 并不知不觉中渐渐地加快了步伐. 但莎拉似乎没能了解到我现在的心情, 她并没像以往般习惯性地配合我加快步伐. 我更是越着急, 越不安了.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">到了食堂以后, 我便迅速地为我俩在找个位子, 然后便乘机开始追问莎拉,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 什么是什么!? 快说到底要说什么!! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 什么是什么!? 你在说什么呀? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 你别管我!! 快说到底要说些什么!? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 哈哈! 你着急的样子真好笑... 不是说了要请我喝茶的吗? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 是不是请了你喝就会说了啊? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 还得看你的诚意如何呢~ "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 喂!! !! "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 是啦是啦...口渴了 "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">说完我便离开了座位, 快步走向柜台处, 点杯饮料去. 这是我第一次到这里的食堂来, 可这第一次却唐突的许多. 话说回来, 这里的档口虽然不多, 但食物的选择却多不胜数. 我阅读了目录表, 发现并没有什么特别的饮料供我选择, 我便决定买两杯橙汁. 我付钱以后, 便捧着两杯橙汁, 快步走到莎拉旁坐下, 不放过一秒钟地开始盘问她,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 那么, 现在该说了吧? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 嗯, 你想知道什么? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 那些你答应小贝不告诉我的话. "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 嗯...有了心理准备吗? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 有了... "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 其实小贝她, xxxxxx. "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">听到这儿, 我忽然停顿了. 我感觉到四周一片漆黑, 好冷好冷; 我听不见任何声音, 四周围都好静好静; 身上所有的神经线似乎都拉得我, 好紧好紧.... 快喘不过气来了. 此时的我好想一大口把闷气呼出, 好让自己轻松少许, 可却不能从心地使力吸气. 我尝试闭上眼睛, 什么都不想了, 好让自己平伏起伏不断的情绪. 我深深地吸了一口气, 再大大口地呼出; 这举动使我眼泪都快流出眼角了, 可我便是压抑着自己, 把眼角的眼泪硬生生地带回眼帘内. 不了, 当我张开眼后, 眼前地一切似乎不断地震动着, 好压抑不过的说; 我便再次闭上眼睛, 尝试着用冥想地方式来把伤感降温. 尝试了好几回后, 我终于成功了, 我知道我已无法接受事实了, 我想再次确认我没听错, 便再一次问道,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 你的意思是...? "</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">" 她已有了男朋友... "</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-5875601111252901014?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/A8FQCl8UD4s" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/05/7.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4050473024292491758.post-44078535705593563092011-04-26T22:10:00.000+08:002011-04-26T22:10:55.808+08:002011-04-26T22:10:55.808+08:00 <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YzLU0ajAr4RQq40A7dMLNsb4JXg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YzLU0ajAr4RQq40A7dMLNsb4JXg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YzLU0ajAr4RQq40A7dMLNsb4JXg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YzLU0ajAr4RQq40A7dMLNsb4JXg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>" 嘻嘻, 不好意思让你们久等了...雨有点大... "<br /> <br /> " 别找借口了!! 小马!! "<br /> <br /> 莎拉使我有口难言了, 我也只能咬紧牙关, 拉紧脸颊, 稍稍露出牙齿, 苦笑着. 小贝见形势正不妙时, 也开声帮我一把的说,<br /> <br /> " 别误会..雨的确下得很大啊.. "<br /> <br /> " 我能了解到这雨势真的很大...可小贝你不是...!!&nbsp;"<br /> <br /> 这时小贝忽然加重了语气, 似乎有些不平衡的情绪, 当她她正要说时, 当我与卢克也正听得投入时, 该死的一记强雷忽然的击闪过, 并打断了她们的谈话...<br /> <br /> " ....轰....轰.... "<br /> <br /> 小贝似乎发现形势不妙, 并忽然用非常认真的语气, 迅速地回复了莎拉,<br /> <br /> " 莎拉!!!! 你还记得你答应过我什么吗?!?!?! "<br /> <br /> " .... .... "<br /> <br /> 莎拉并没回应, 看起来像似无言以对, 更有点内疚般的稍稍低下了头. 此时的我与卢克被她俩忽然的举动感到莫名其妙. 我更是深锁了眉头, 心脏跳得异常的快, 有种特殊的感觉, 感应到当中的缘故必定与我有关; 我不停地思考, 希望能成功寻找到关于他俩的画面; 我不断地思考, 目的只为了弄个明白, 她俩之间到底有什么过节等.<br /> <br /> 正当我与卢克都有点儿呆滞时, 小贝忽然说要道别了. 莫名的感觉到, 她似乎真的生气了; 只因我已察觉到, 她每每空闲的左手, 正紧握拳头; 所散发出的气息并不是刚刚淡淡撩人的, 而是带上了少许的兽性味;&nbsp;她迷人的眼神, 也开始变化了, 眼里的瞳孔正逐渐放大,&nbsp;变得凶神恶煞似的.<br /> <br /> " 不等你们了, 我先到大礼堂, 再见! "<br /> <br /> " 小贝..! 等等我, 听我解释...! "<br /> <br /> 莎拉并没正式向我们道别就随小贝去了, 为了跟上已气煞的小贝, 她不停地加快步伐. 不久, 卢克叹气的说道,<br /> <br /> " 唉...女生就是如此情绪化... "<br /> <br /> " ..... "<br /> <br /> " 我先走了... 就快迟到了, 再见! "<br /> <br /> " 掰掰 "<br /> <br /> 与卢克道别后, 我便一个人步上梯级, 上大礼堂去. 这时有点湿滑的梯阶显得有点儿难行, 我就只好一步一小心地行走. 空闷闷的我, 却在这沿路上看见了许多情侣, 好是羡慕. 基本上, 他们都有个共同点, 那就是男士们都会很有绅士风度地让女生都靠着楼梯的扶手旁, 自己则往往都会快女生先一步; 似乎此意正是探测下一步是否湿滑, 而不宜行走, 好细心的说. 而身为女生的她们, 便也会牵起她男人的手, 尽本分配合上男生们的速度, 一步一步慢慢地走上楼去.... 把这事实都一一看在眼里的我, 感觉到又羡慕, 而又妒忌的说. 怪只怪我没那种缘分, 没那种运气, 找个好女孩伴着我, 当我身边人....<br /> <br /> 不久我便抵达了大礼堂, 只见出席人数连第一天的半数也不到, 我想那是因为是雨天的关系吧... 同时间, 我也看见了小贝与莎拉, 一个坐在右边角落, 一个坐在左边角落; 看来真是出问题了. 想了想, 上上之策还是别理会她们好了, 不然我可能会被骂得狗血淋头又或者听那些不必要的诉苦.<br /> 找了个位置坐下以后, 便以" 左邻右舍 "们都闲聊了一下. 虽然都不太记得他们的名字, 但我们唯一的共同点就是我们都是中五毕业生, 都怀着一颗追梦的心, 去追逐所想所要的东西.<br /> <br /> 几个小时以后, 也终于到了入学讲座的尾声了; 过了今天, 下星期就得正式开学了! 有点儿兴奋的说, 可又有点儿又期待学习的日子; 矛盾的说法最切实际了. 我看见这时候的莎拉, 她的脸色甚至还比早上刚发生那不愉快的事时, 还更悲了. 我看见这时候的小贝, 气应该消了少许, 但还是感觉有点儿火大. 我束手无策啊! 考虑了几秒后, 我便决定了放手一搏, 先是找小贝, 然后信息莎拉到我们这儿来, 当面解决吧! 这应该是缓兵之计吧!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4050473024292491758-4407853570559356309?l=ohawjeho.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-hawjeh-/~4/ldkeD9yoQz0" height="1" width="1"/>hawjeh~http://www.blogger.com/profile/01761377324136114752noreply@blogger.com0http://ohawjeho.blogspot.com/2011/04/6.html