在薄情的世界里，深情地等你——题辞. 微尘陌上.
许多时候，下了班，无处可去，便常会去一家大排档，就着临街的位置，一个人，静静地，坐着，看着人来人去。
偶尔的，想起雪小禅的一些句子，“同道的人，终会相见”或者“在薄情的世界里，深情地活着”，于是，很想为你写一些文字，而这些文字也就叫做“在薄情的世界里，深情地等你”罢！
是的，一直很想为你写一些文字，虽然不登大雅之堂，但字字深情，是丰盈在这句读里的。
许多时候呵，孤独得久了，便成了寂寞。
总是羡慕那些在烟雨长街里执手行走的伴侣，羡慕那些公园长椅上窃窃私语的情侣，羡慕那些眼目浑浊却深情对望的黄昏老伴，羡慕那些晨钟暮鼓里行色匆匆的平凡夫妻。
在这薄情的世界里，人来人去，三生缘定的又能有几人？一世深情的又能有几人？日月的圆缺，从来都是未曾变更的，却已是看透了多少回生死离别爱怨离分。日头凉薄，月轮纤素，又何曾为谁变过颜色？红尘苍苍，百年一恍，你或者我，其实一直在重复一个相同的故事，一场相同的爱恨深情。
春蒸秋尝，瓜菜米香，日子便在这一箪一食里堆积，然后泛黄，至终了，我们都会走到那一堵属于自己的墙。
立夏时节的暖阳，日头清白而光亮，树木葱茏，已是肥了旧年的那株花枝。这青葱的日子，是绿的新意，也像极了你的青衣。在这样一个季节，与你初遇，也似这般和煦的暖。遇见你，在最好的季节，是很好的。因为，我的心，是与你的心，戚戚相关的。
与你素未谋面，你的样子，与美丽无关，只与我的深情有关。
如果可以，在某一天，握住你的手，行走在时光匆匆的背影里，在花叶迷离的缝隙间，在白发垂垂的暮年中，织缀的是我对你的深情，好歹一世，还行！
时光可逝，而深情不老，愿与你同行。
我在厦门的桥头，遥望海天，寻找咫尺之间的你，或者，桥的那头，便是你浅浅的身影，朦胧在深深的雨巷，朦胧在烟青的雨里，也朦胧在了海天深处的夜里，而我此时，只愿雁字回时，月满西楼。
岁月砥砺，让我看似薄情，实是深情到极！
我终是穿过了季节的长廊，在薄情的世界里，深情地活着，等一个人，等你在这个城市的转角处，期许一场安暖的相遇，只愿君心似我心，定不负相思意。
深情等待，不怕时光凉薄；爱一个人可以爱到化干戈为玉帛，不怕花事阑珊，与岁月低眉白首，与时光抵足而眠。不敢说再见，只喜站在每一个岁月的路口，等你„„.
看着烟青的深夜，想起了徐志摩与林徽因的爱情。厦门的这些日子，也像雨雾里的伦敦，好似有意无意地营造一种烟青而浪漫的气氛，每一天都那样若有若无地飘着烟青的雨，朦胧了意境，无休无止。很是偶然的，他们相遇了，一把油纸伞，亦或是一张薛涛纸，从文字到旅行，从现实到梦境，从昨日到明晨，字里行间深深浅浅的笔走着深情。有时候，心动了就彼此沉默。或许，是因为爱了，爱了才会如此。唯有爱了，才会见字如面，看雨生情；唯有爱了，才会迎风柔软，心似双丝网，中有千千结；也唯有爱了，才会希望茶永远不要凉，酒永远不要停。多少的感动，或许只有爱过了不爱了的人，才能懂得。
一份不计时长的等待，便是相守；一份不计时长的相守，便是爱情；一份不计时长的爱情，便是深情！
夜阑星微，碧浪风推，心思静谧如似纱织的帘帷，朦胧隐约了一世的深情。这样的爱情，适合安静自处，适合以天马行空的宽度去逍遥忽远忽近的距离，适合我在这里、你在那里地相思，适合此一刻的寂寞，只我一个人尝、一个人醉、一个人抚慰淡淡的心碎——烟花易冷，红尘易变，璀璨之后的时空不会恒留永久的繁华。风无言，夜无声，沧海有心，静夜无温，温存只在倏忽刹那间，记忆中的全部徒剩凉薄。如此时，蘸夜为墨，写生鼓浪屿，将一世的深情为厦门的天空以烟花点缀，让情愫绮丽，匀进心境，拽景成画，字也流伤！
是呀，除了颠沛，谁肯收留我此刻无序却愁绪的流离？惟你、惟我，还会炊燃那一枚烟花取暖么？
记得不知是谁说过，人只有在孤独的时候，才会渴望能够有一个可以和自己惺惺相惜的人，而被俗事缠身之时，许多感动的片段都会被忽略。我想，我与你的投缘，是有着他乡遇故知的情结的罢。你或许生于水乡之地，而我亦是来自蜀南水乡，那里有过吴光第，有过李宗吾，也有过郭敬明；那里也有青花衣，也有油纸伞，也还有沱江里的乌篷船，如此，明山秀水里滋养出的人物自是不同凡响，因此，我深信，你就是南渡而来的那个临水照影的女子，我便是那阙南渡宋词里轻吟的伶人。而你，便是我一直在等的。
我是深情的，即便厦门的雨季里，已是没有了烟雨里的那把油纸伞，但我终是来了，在厦门的桥头，在这个薄情的世界里，深情地等你！
翻译：
In the fickle world, loving you - dedication. Mo dust.
Many times, the class, nowhere to go will always go to a stall, a street, a person, quietly, sitting, watching people come and go.
Occasionally, Xue Xiaochan reminds me of some sentences, "the fellow who will eventually meet" or "in the fickle world, affectionately alive", so, I want to write a few words for you, and these words is also called the "" in the fickle world, affectionately you "strike!
Yes, always wanted to write a few words for you, although unrefined, but uttering the affection is abundance in the punctuation.
Many times Oh, lonely for a long time, has become a lonely.
Always envy those who handle to walk in the misty rain Changjie partner, envy those on a park bench whispering lovers, envy those eyes turbidity but affectionate isologue evening wife, envy those reminders in a hurry ordinary husband and wife.
In this fickle world, people come and go, and some life can have a few people? How can I have a few people? The circle of the sun and the moon is never changed, but it has been seen through the number of return to life and death. The sun cool thin, round fiber, and ever who changed color? The red haired, hundred years a flurried, either you or me, in fact, has been in repeating the same story, a love hate affection.
Spring steamed autumn taste, vegetable aroma, days in the Tansu a food packing, then yellow, to the end, we will go to that wall belongs to own walls.
Nuanyang summer season, the sun bright and clean, verdant trees, that is the old plant fertilizer branch. This green day, green new, like most of you yi. In such a season, meeting you, also like the warm warm. Meet you, in the best season, is very good. Because, my heart is with your heart, and related.
And you know what you are, and not only beautiful, and I love the.
If you can, on a certain day, holding your hand, walking in the time in a hurry back, in the flowers, leaves the blurred gap, in the twilight of hair hanging down, fabric decoration is my feelings for you, somehow life, OK!
Time can die, and the deep feeling is not old, is willing to work with you.
My bridge in Xiamen, overlooking the sea and the sky, looking for nearness of you, or, at the other end of the bridge is your shallow figure, hazy in the deep lane in the rain, hazy in the rain of blue smoke, hazy in the depths of the sea at night, and I was at this time that wish goose word back, the full moon at the floor of the West.
The years of temper, let me seem unkind, is very affectionate!
Finally I went through the season of promenade, in the fickle world, affectionately living, and a person, you in the corner of the city, expect a warm Ann encounter, willing Jun heart like my heart, Acacia meaning.
Affectionately waiting for, we are not afraid of time cool thin; love a person can love to turn hostility into friendship, not afraid of Huashi wanes, and years Dimei Whitehead, and time to share the same bed. Can't say goodbye, just stand in the intersection of every time, waiting for you...... .
Watching the smoke of the night, think of the love of Xu Zhimo and Lin Whei-yin. Xiamen these days, like rain and fog in London, like, intentionally or unintentionally, to create a green smoke and romantic atmosphere, every day as Ruoyouruowu floating green smoke rain, hazy mood, endless. Very accidental, they met, www.bjjbsz.com www.110keji.com wuxibingjiankeji.blog.com zhbjiwen.blog.com bingjianzhiwen.quora.com blog.sina.com.cn/jingbansz blog.sina.com.cn/jingbanjiand t.qq.com/kaixinjifenshou t.qq.com/wuxibingjiankeji t.qq.com/bingjianji2078 t.qq.com/bingjianjingban weibo.com/bjshizhi weibo.com/diaochachugui weibo.com/wyshizhi weibo.com/u/3660350290 weibo.com/jingbanshizhian oil paper umbrella, or a Xue Tao, the paper, from the text to travel, from the reality to the dream, from yesterday to tomorrow morning, between the lines of deep shallow pen walked deep feeling. Sometimes, the heart of silence on each other. Perhaps, because of love, love will be the case. Only love, will see words such as surface, watching the rain
love; only love, only the wind is soft, heart like double screen, thousands of nodes; and only love, will want to tea never cold, wine will never stop. How many touched, perhaps only have loved the person who does not love, can understand.
A time long waiting, is to defend; a time long Xiangshou is the love; a time long love is loving!
The night Star micro wind, Ariel push, mind quiet as like yarn woven curtain, the deep feeling faint hazy. Such love, ideal for a quiet place, suitable to a powerful and unconstrained style of width to free and unfettered suddenly far suddenly near distance, suitable for me here, you there Acacia, for the moment the lonely, only my personal taste, a person drunk, a personal comfort faint of heart: fireworks easy cold, variable in the world of mortals, bright after the time and distance will not constant leave permanent prosperity. Silent night silent, the wind, sea heart, night temperature, Wen Cunzhi suddenly in an instant, all acts in the memory remains cool thin. So, dipped in the night as ink, painting Gulangyu, affection will be a world for the Xiamen sky decorated with fireworks, let sentiment beautiful, uniform into a state of mind, drag king into a painting, the word is bleeding!
Yes, in addition to Dianpei, who will take me at the moment but disorderly melancholy wandering? But you, but I will be cooking, burning that a fireworks heating?
Remember do not know who said, only in the lonely will be eager to have a and their sympathetic people, can be mundane ridden the and many touching fragments will be ignored. I think you and I hit it off, there is a meet
在薄情的世界里，深情地等你——题辞. 微尘陌上.
许多时候，下了班，无处可去，便常会去一家大排档，就着临街的位置，一个人，静静地，坐着，看着人来人去。
偶尔的，想起雪小禅的一些句子，“同道的人，终会相见”或者“在薄情的世界里，深情地活着”，于是，很想为你写一些文字，而这些文字也就叫做“在薄情的世界里，深情地等你”罢！
是的，一直很想为你写一些文字，虽然不登大雅之堂，但字字深情，是丰盈在这句读里的。
许多时候呵，孤独得久了，便成了寂寞。
总是羡慕那些在烟雨长街里执手行走的伴侣，羡慕那些公园长椅上窃窃私语的情侣，羡慕那些眼目浑浊却深情对望的黄昏老伴，羡慕那些晨钟暮鼓里行色匆匆的平凡夫妻。
在这薄情的世界里，人来人去，三生缘定的又能有几人？一世深情的又能有几人？日月的圆缺，从来都是未曾变更的，却已是看透了多少回生死离别爱怨离分。日头凉薄，月轮纤素，又何曾为谁变过颜色？红尘苍苍，百年一恍，你或者我，其实一直在重复一个相同的故事，一场相同的爱恨深情。
春蒸秋尝，瓜菜米香，日子便在这一箪一食里堆积，然后泛黄，至终了，我们都会走到那一堵属于自己的墙。
立夏时节的暖阳，日头清白而光亮，树木葱茏，已是肥了旧年的那株花枝。这青葱的日子，是绿的新意，也像极了你的青衣。在这样一个季节，与你初遇，也似这般和煦的暖。遇见你，在最好的季节，是很好的。因为，我的心，是与你的心，戚戚相关的。
与你素未谋面，你的样子，与美丽无关，只与我的深情有关。
如果可以，在某一天，握住你的手，行走在时光匆匆的背影里，在花叶迷离的缝隙间，在白发垂垂的暮年中，织缀的是我对你的深情，好歹一世，还行！
时光可逝，而深情不老，愿与你同行。
我在厦门的桥头，遥望海天，寻找咫尺之间的你，或者，桥的那头，便是你浅浅的身影，朦胧在深深的雨巷，朦胧在烟青的雨里，也朦胧在了海天深处的夜里，而我此时，只愿雁字回时，月满西楼。
岁月砥砺，让我看似薄情，实是深情到极！
我终是穿过了季节的长廊，在薄情的世界里，深情地活着，等一个人，等你在这个城市的转角处，期许一场安暖的相遇，只愿君心似我心，定不负相思意。
深情等待，不怕时光凉薄；爱一个人可以爱到化干戈为玉帛，不怕花事阑珊，与岁月低眉白首，与时光抵足而眠。不敢说再见，只喜站在每一个岁月的路口，等你„„.
看着烟青的深夜，想起了徐志摩与林徽因的爱情。厦门的这些日子，也像雨雾里的伦敦，好似有意无意地营造一种烟青而浪漫的气氛，每一天都那样若有若无地飘着烟青的雨，朦胧了意境，无休无止。很是偶然的，他们相遇了，一把油纸伞，亦或是一张薛涛纸，从文字到旅行，从现实到梦境，从昨日到明晨，字里行间深深浅浅的笔走着深情。有时候，心动了就彼此沉默。或许，是因为爱了，爱了才会如此。唯有爱了，才会见字如面，看雨生情；唯有爱了，才会迎风柔软，心似双丝网，中有千千结；也唯有爱了，才会希望茶永远不要凉，酒永远不要停。多少的感动，或许只有爱过了不爱了的人，才能懂得。
一份不计时长的等待，便是相守；一份不计时长的相守，便是爱情；一份不计时长的爱情，便是深情！
夜阑星微，碧浪风推，心思静谧如似纱织的帘帷，朦胧隐约了一世的深情。这样的爱情，适合安静自处，适合以天马行空的宽度去逍遥忽远忽近的距离，适合我在这里、你在那里地相思，适合此一刻的寂寞，只我一个人尝、一个人醉、一个人抚慰淡淡的心碎——烟花易冷，红尘易变，璀璨之后的时空不会恒留永久的繁华。风无言，夜无声，沧海有心，静夜无温，温存只在倏忽刹那间，记忆中的全部徒剩凉薄。如此时，蘸夜为墨，写生鼓浪屿，将一世的深情为厦门的天空以烟花点缀，让情愫绮丽，匀进心境，拽景成画，字也流伤！
是呀，除了颠沛，谁肯收留我此刻无序却愁绪的流离？惟你、惟我，还会炊燃那一枚烟花取暖么？
记得不知是谁说过，人只有在孤独的时候，才会渴望能够有一个可以和自己惺惺相惜的人，而被俗事缠身之时，许多感动的片段都会被忽略。我想，我与你的投缘，是有着他乡遇故知的情结的罢。你或许生于水乡之地，而我亦是来自蜀南水乡，那里有过吴光第，有过李宗吾，也有过郭敬明；那里也有青花衣，也有油纸伞，也还有沱江里的乌篷船，如此，明山秀水里滋养出的人物自是不同凡响，因此，我深信，你就是南渡而来的那个临水照影的女子，我便是那阙南渡宋词里轻吟的伶人。而你，便是我一直在等的。
我是深情的，即便厦门的雨季里，已是没有了烟雨里的那把油纸伞，但我终是来了，在厦门的桥头，在这个薄情的世界里，深情地等你！
翻译：
In the fickle world, loving you - dedication. Mo dust.
Many times, the class, nowhere to go will always go to a stall, a street, a person, quietly, sitting, watching people come and go.
Occasionally, Xue Xiaochan reminds me of some sentences, "the fellow who will eventually meet" or "in the fickle world, affectionately alive", so, I want to write a few words for you, and these words is also called the "" in the fickle world, affectionately you "strike!
Yes, always wanted to write a few words for you, although unrefined, but uttering the affection is abundance in the punctuation.
Many times Oh, lonely for a long time, has become a lonely.
Always envy those who handle to walk in the misty rain Changjie partner, envy those on a park bench whispering lovers, envy those eyes turbidity but affectionate isologue evening wife, envy those reminders in a hurry ordinary husband and wife.
In this fickle world, people come and go, and some life can have a few people? How can I have a few people? The circle of the sun and the moon is never changed, but it has been seen through the number of return to life and death. The sun cool thin, round fiber, and ever who changed color? The red haired, hundred years a flurried, either you or me, in fact, has been in repeating the same story, a love hate affection.
Spring steamed autumn taste, vegetable aroma, days in the Tansu a food packing, then yellow, to the end, we will go to that wall belongs to own walls.
Nuanyang summer season, the sun bright and clean, verdant trees, that is the old plant fertilizer branch. This green day, green new, like most of you yi. In such a season, meeting you, also like the warm warm. Meet you, in the best season, is very good. Because, my heart is with your heart, and related.
And you know what you are, and not only beautiful, and I love the.
If you can, on a certain day, holding your hand, walking in the time in a hurry back, in the flowers, leaves the blurred gap, in the twilight of hair hanging down, fabric decoration is my feelings for you, somehow life, OK!
Time can die, and the deep feeling is not old, is willing to work with you.
My bridge in Xiamen, overlooking the sea and the sky, looking for nearness of you, or, at the other end of the bridge is your shallow figure, hazy in the deep lane in the rain, hazy in the rain of blue smoke, hazy in the depths of the sea at night, and I was at this time that wish goose word back, the full moon at the floor of the West.
The years of temper, let me seem unkind, is very affectionate!
Finally I went through the season of promenade, in the fickle world, affectionately living, and a person, you in the corner of the city, expect a warm Ann encounter, willing Jun heart like my heart, Acacia meaning.
Affectionately waiting for, we are not afraid of time cool thin; love a person can love to turn hostility into friendship, not afraid of Huashi wanes, and years Dimei Whitehead, and time to share the same bed. Can't say goodbye, just stand in the intersection of every time, waiting for you...... .
Watching the smoke of the night, think of the love of Xu Zhimo and Lin Whei-yin. Xiamen these days, like rain and fog in London, like, intentionally or unintentionally, to create a green smoke and romantic atmosphere, every day as Ruoyouruowu floating green smoke rain, hazy mood, endless. Very accidental, they met, www.bjjbsz.com www.110keji.com wuxibingjiankeji.blog.com zhbjiwen.blog.com bingjianzhiwen.quora.com blog.sina.com.cn/jingbansz blog.sina.com.cn/jingbanjiand t.qq.com/kaixinjifenshou t.qq.com/wuxibingjiankeji t.qq.com/bingjianji2078 t.qq.com/bingjianjingban weibo.com/bjshizhi weibo.com/diaochachugui weibo.com/wyshizhi weibo.com/u/3660350290 weibo.com/jingbanshizhian oil paper umbrella, or a Xue Tao, the paper, from the text to travel, from the reality to the dream, from yesterday to tomorrow morning, between the lines of deep shallow pen walked deep feeling. Sometimes, the heart of silence on each other. Perhaps, because of love, love will be the case. Only love, will see words such as surface, watching the rain
love; only love, only the wind is soft, heart like double screen, thousands of nodes; and only love, will want to tea never cold, wine will never stop. How many touched, perhaps only have loved the person who does not love, can understand.
A time long waiting, is to defend; a time long Xiangshou is the love; a time long love is loving!
The night Star micro wind, Ariel push, mind quiet as like yarn woven curtain, the deep feeling faint hazy. Such love, ideal for a quiet place, suitable to a powerful and unconstrained style of width to free and unfettered suddenly far suddenly near distance, suitable for me here, you there Acacia, for the moment the lonely, only my personal taste, a person drunk, a personal comfort faint of heart: fireworks easy cold, variable in the world of mortals, bright after the time and distance will not constant leave permanent prosperity. Silent night silent, the wind, sea heart, night temperature, Wen Cunzhi suddenly in an instant, all acts in the memory remains cool thin. So, dipped in the night as ink, painting Gulangyu, affection will be a world for the Xiamen sky decorated with fireworks, let sentiment beautiful, uniform into a state of mind, drag king into a painting, the word is bleeding!
Yes, in addition to Dianpei, who will take me at the moment but disorderly melancholy wandering? But you, but I will be cooking, burning that a fireworks heating?
Remember do not know who said, only in the lonely will be eager to have a and their sympathetic people, can be mundane ridden the and many touching fragments will be ignored. I think you and I hit it off, there is a meet