人生中的过客散文

Passing, or a rush of passing, inadvertently, as I glide the sky like meteors may be the Special Branch, it opted for the arrival of the evening, so that it set off the black night of the so beautiful, so dazzling. I can not ignore its existence, even with only a moment. Meteor will not be watching more than a change in my direction, nor because of the uncertainty of the future to a halt, it is to your head held high, the left side of the most beautiful people, even if their own pieces, even if their own people to a degree of too long, tasteless and will not hesitate to re-by!
Meteors have their own ideas, their own direction, the firm to achieve. However, different people look up to the night sky and saw a reflection of meteors will be different, some would hurry to make a wish, there will be exciting to enjoy it, and people are saying that the fate of meteors, some people may intentionally or unintentionally, to look down, do not Look at tragic The beauty, he would shed tears for the meteor, he will pray for the meteor, want it, after dazzling beauty is not destroyed, not lonely years of a stone.
Meteor was infatuated with the process, some people care about the fate of meteors, it was as a meteor would fond memories of, a section of the most beautiful memories.
He regrets not having the opportunity to stand in front of this meteor to protect it, he will regret that he and the intersection of this meteor is only the beauty of this short course, he will regret the opportunities and this meteor did not even say goodbye.
His only regret is that there is no meteor does not appear in the moment Looking down, one to miss even a very short encounter.
He will remember this moment a beautiful meteor, once he was across the night sky.
Meteors do, it will remember that such a man had been watching over it? It will completely forget this brief encounter do?
Will not, is not important, meteor will never go back to the road, choose, and go on, or at least become an ordinary pebbles and people may care about it, that he had been across the night sky meteor.

过客,还是一个匆匆的过客,不经意间,象流星一样滑过我的天空,可能这次特别处,它选择晚上到来,让夜的黑把它衬托的那么美丽、那么耀眼。我无法忽视它的存在,哪怕就只有那么一瞬间。流星不会因为多一个我在注视而改变方向,也不会因为前途的不确定而停下脚步,它要昂着头,把最美的一面留给大家,即使自己粉身碎骨,即使自己一个人去度过漫长、无味的将来也再所不惜!
  流星有自己的想法、自己的方向,坚定不移的去实现。但仰望夜空的人的不同,看见流星会有不同的反映,有人会急忙去许愿,有人会兴奋的去欣赏它,有人会感叹流星的命运,有人会有意无意的低下头,不去看那悲壮的美丽,他会为流星流泪,他会为流星祈祷,希望它耀眼的美丽后,不是粉身碎骨,不是孤独万年的一块石头。
  有人迷恋流星的过程、有人在乎流星的命运,有人会把流星当作一个美好的回忆,一段最美的回忆。
  他会遗憾没有机会挡在这颗流星前面保护它,他会遗憾他和这颗流星的交会只有这短暂的美丽过程,他会遗憾甚至没有机会和这颗流星说声再见。
  他唯一没有后悔的是没有在流星出现的一刹那低下头,错过哪怕是很短的相会。
  他会记住这刻美丽的流星,曾经划过他的夜空。
  流星呢,它会记的有这么一个人曾经注视过它吗?它会彻底忘记这短暂的相会吗?
  会与不会,都不重要了,流星永远没有回头的路,选择了,走下去,至少变成一块普通的小石子也会有人在意它,那曾经划过他夜空的流星。

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