笔试

满怀期待的明天。挥霍到尽致，然后？

印象中初三以前的文笔都阶于中下和平庸的程度。字字句句都延伸成各个性质的叹词，青涩憨稚。只是后来忘了是怎么在一路磕绊和跌宕中稍稳着自己的步伐。然后翘首时看见老许，便一齐开始了文不符题的旅程。初三以后近乎每一次华文笔试都会得到一贯的评语：作文不是文学。可是十六岁的傲慢总梭哈自己依着自己想写的伏案摹文。一次又一次地写，一次又一次地被科任老师传唤。在那机械式运行的过程与岁月，逐渐学会依着格式写，写得明白得没隐喻。后来才领得了较高的分数。然而，每回止笔后反复检查符号和语挫时，都觉得自己的作文没有灵魂，像那些搁得太久的泛味汤水，除了名句便是定律的剖白。记得以前总是向往自己能成为全年级华文科系优越生，现在倒觉得有些稚气，呵。雪州华文科预考在后天进行。我只期许能叙写真实的心情与剖白，就像那些被雨水溅蓝的白色碎花窗帘一样。真实，温暖。

今夜，就温习那些过去式的阳光，在雨一般轻盈的梦呓迎来梦魇的密雾和脉络。

结业 封诰

不觉五年岁月已来到结业前夕,昨夜的倾斜仿佛已在大海中歼灭,无处可寻。 ——题记 

化学测试后有雨。微若春榭的夏雨。
在白色校服与青春眉梢的纵横间，飘逸的雨丝是前往淡水的列车。
这列车在卷起尘埃的风间，将记忆的素描风化成韶华的琥珀，
便驶入封锁在未来的墙垣。


突然觉得，墨蓝穹庐下自己的影子显得有些微弱渺小。
在磕磕绊绊中奔腾了十七年，一路逐梦。
最近理想与梦想都在慢慢地达成，却还是有种莫名空虚，

                                                              

    像临别，像秋挽。

起风了。
耳畔钟声持续在响，我原来不解为何，
只隐约知道后方的教学楼方读初一的学生们已进入状态。

而我结业封诰的日子便近在咫尺。

寒　

寄给时光的碎语 （四）

寄给未来的你。

                     ——题记

 Let No One's Heart Fail   ;)

B rave the storm and forge your way to eternity, morrow we shall care not, and contentedly we live, 

for God watch upon us and to us, fortune smiles.

Though affliction and calamity of late may seem to trouble you, but fear not, 

wound your path of justice from these wicked and treacherous generations,

Savor and treasure every moments with your love one.

Thus take heed of every precious lessons learnt, restrain yourselves from feast with heresy and lusts.

Many things in heart may stirred horrendously but we spake not,

as laws, feelings and restrictions rule over our wills.

what we desire we cannot seek nor do.

Sorrow and anguish might overwhelmed us for good, 

but learn how to cope with them, and direct them as tools to sharpen our senses and experiences,

and make us a person in whole.

Life gratefully, 

brighten your life with happiness and memories, 

break the blocks of sadness and failure,

welcome every bliss of sunshine and the sight of morning star.

Atra du Aiedail ono varda

致C

As time flies, I have find myself accustom to the fact of parting and departure.

It is something that is likely analogous to death, 

we cannot escape from them but learn how to cope with them boldly.

Knowing the truth that oneday we must be partened saddened me,

but it also urges me to treasure each and every moments of assembly with you.

And therefore I beseech you my friend,

I love you and may your life full with contentment and happiness,

when it come to pass and "fare ye well", shall thee bid.

May sweet dreams find you in your slumber and 

God bless you throughout this journey on earth.

Atra du evarínya ono varda

寒