As the hedgehog loves roses One
I one hedgehog, until sky face upward hair that blue white cloud float afternoon one meeting, stare flankly tired going to sleep of even the sun, then the meticulous one runs in the dim the firmament, look for a place lonely going to sleep that can support the exhausted heart of consolation of fragile soul.
What in the dream, I have felt cold, as if revive in the world of ice and snow, I am wanting to embrace, those made me warm, let me thirst for, but has been never getting all the time. Because I am a hedgehog, the hedgehog that it is lonely to be destined, can’t nestle, the warmth of lacking each other that give, so can only let that latent and dark indefinite material as deep and clear as dusk of the distant place corrode every night, numb under pain, have gone to sleep in numbness gradually.
Do not know whether to have another one likewise lonely soul under the same dim light of night
Two
I am a rose, a delicate and charming rose, blemish in an otherwise perfect thing is those likewise dazzling thorns, they all say so, it is those that assassinate and let me seem incompatible. Those flowers are always the lively talking about, the lonely one in as if I am noisy, can only silent to listen to in distant place, then a tired out one finish upper eyes, experiencing the sunshine quietly, but it can’t make my heart warm.
They say I am very stiff, because I am a rose, always stab those persons that wanted to treasure me. I after not at a loss again and againing, can only at dawn, a silent one look up at sky, want to know whether an likewise lonely soul keeps and looks at the sunrise, another party in the weather.
No one knows, those dewdrop as sparkling and crystal-clear as coloured glaze, the full tears including I. Who tells me, the rose is a most beautiful keeping Hou, a season beautiful, a beautiful meeting, deserve my perfectly willing wait till the end of the world.
Three
See through leaf as sunshine, chopped cooked entrails shine on me fragmentarily, I have begun another travel among the breeze, perhaps want to give one’s own soul an export, look for a comfort, perhaps the way is too far, without home, can only choose to move ahead, justice has not returned to taking care of.
This summer in the afternoon, I stand, of a block of beautiful flowering shrubs, ask flower of the rose be moved by one, I light to face upward, get up head, the first time wantonly while being light but looking the sun straight permanent, let eyes large stretch of film moist because of shouting pain, but incomparably happy, I know this is my home, my soul will sleep peacefully here. I know we are similar!
Four
The sunshine of that day is and magnificent and bright and beautiful, as indicating anything of will happen ing.
As I see a hedgehog is so direct, the so undisguised one looks up at the sun, the corner of the mouth shows the happy smile, the splendor that the tears refract out lets me lose one’s head safely. I know he is my most beautiful keeping Hou, the ends of the earth, my existence, only in order to meet with him. At that time, I believed that fairy tale about the rose!
Five
Each early morning, at each dusk, our silent looking up at, watch a flourishing performance. We silent to wait, this piece too much with pass in summer. Treasuring this moment meeting only quietly which we can do. At dusk, at the dawn, comfort each other in two pieces of likewise lonely soul.
We are similar, but does not include the couple, can’t learn all the time, by coarse means, it is warm to give each other. At that day dawn, I saw the tear of the rose, my kindhearted pain. I want to make her happy, but wonder how to do, I want to wipe the tear away for her, but can’t bear to near her. That time, I grieved discovery, we think, come frank until how funnily it is direct. We too fragile strong, let, defend, become one self- basic outfit.
On this bleak day of autumn, I wipe the last drop of tears meticulously for her for the first time, looking at her one’s own clearing up decliningly at the moment. Have a little lonely, this long a dusk again, I sunset of the remotest places of the first line alone, remember ” in spring next year, I want to see you at the first sight for that remote agreement! ” ,Recall the bit of arising in this summer and fall asleep again, silent.
In the dream, I have felt ice-cold, but I embraced a kind of warm thing at last, but the cold felt. Should be too tired, I saw I have fallen asleep in the world of ice and snow, the corner of the mouth is raised lightly.
Six
I hear calling for spring, I remember to keep Hou promise, I remember the hedgehog that meeting cried of the darkness, I am wishing eagerly to recover.
I am stretching oneself, too impatient to wait getting out of the ground, look at everywhere, but does not see my hedgehog. My light and light call, from sunrise to sunset, from spring to summer, to autumn. Leaves begin to dance confusingly confusingly, the autumn wind is dissociated among them. I am so sad as to cry, I am afraid I am busy, wait until the hedgehog, wait for him to wipe the last drop of tears away for me.
“Are you that small rose? ” Autumn wind suspend, before me, ” here, have, cost altogether hedgehog let I little rose to pass on him last year, he has said ‘ I am tired, I want quiet sleeping, I am sorry! I will turn my miss into a star a shadow is clicked and clicked, at night, at the dawn, glitter in the dreamland of your glabella ‘. ”
I have cried, I have smiled, he has not forgotten all the time, that agrees on.
Seven
The cold wind is piercingly cold, by the declining rose, some earth dry to split is blown, wrapped up in and held it in the wind, can not blow all the time, a one that does not walk is stung by those, the thorn of the hedgehog.
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