You cannot imagine anything so erratic, so restless as my heart. My friends, need I tell you all this? You, whom I have so often burdened with the sight of my transitions from grief to excessive joy. From sweet melancholy to fatal passion. I treat my poor heart, moreover, as though it were a sick child, and satisfy all its desires.
我越来越觉得自己是上述的那种 "生病的小孩" . 是啊, 我的喜怒哀乐, 我难以捉摸的神经质, 我那变幻无常的情绪........
不用我多说了吧? 你不是习惯了这样的我么? 你认识的我不就是这样的么? 是你还未真正了解我, 还是你根本就接受不了这样的我? 请你原谅我的自私, 请原谅我永远不愿活在别人的囚牢里.
现在的我就如一只没有爪子的小鸟, 总是不停地飞, 不停地飞....... 不停地寻找自己向往的幸福. 慢慢的, 我开始眷恋天空. 慢慢的, 我开始贪婪地享受飞行时清风带给我的感觉. 慢慢的, 我开始贪婪地吸取太阳给我的温暖. 就这样永不悔倦地飞.
飞行, 看似两翼在取得平衡, 其实, 它享受的是飞行的过程中所带给它的自由.
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