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Nov 15, 2009
King of the road.
@CA I-210
与夕阳背道而驰，渐行渐远。当旅程结束的时候，其实是下一段冒险的开始。 -
Nov 12, 2009
匆匆那年。
经过Indian Hills的时候开始感叹，明年的秋天我是否还能依然看到这一片秋色。上周六Drucker Expo的时候经过10th st. & Dartmouth Ave.的时候，路边落满了鹅黄的叶子，让人欣喜之余，忘记带相机照下来实在是很遗憾。于是星期日约了Emmy一起步行到village把秋天补了一下。回到Dartmouth Ave.的时候，正好起了一阵大风，逆光的树叶稀稀疏疏地从树枝上飘落下来，随着光线，缓缓地划着一个又一个的圆形，再稳稳地落到地面上。我忍不住跑到街道中央，追着一片叶子，只为让它落到手心。能做这么孩子气的举动，还有多久呢？
昨天晚上看完了匆匆那年，抬起来就放不下了。不可避免的很多描述会映射到以前的生活，也不由自主地会把身边的人和事代入进去。情绪其实一直没有太大的波动，直到最后看到陈寻从新疆回来的情节，还是让我想起了你。电话里的录音我一直舍不得删掉，却也一直没有去听。还有什么意义呢？
重新打开日记本，写在06年生日，自己给自己的那一段话。真诚，善良，勇敢，诚实。
还有什么，比这一片灿烂的秋色更美丽。
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Nov 8, 2009
I remember you as you were
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the gray beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
gray beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell , happy as embers.Sky from a ship. Field from the hils:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke , of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.