Because I could not stop for Death-

He kindly stopped for me-

The Carriage held but just Ourselves-

And Immortality

 

We slowly drove - He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility-

 

We passed the School,where Children stove

At Recess - in the Ring -

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-

We passed the Setting Sun-

 

Or rather - He passed Us-

The Dews drew quivering and chill-

For only Gossamer, my Grown-

My Tippet - only Tulle-

 

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground-

The Roof was scarcely visible-

The cornice - in the Ground-

 

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet

Feels shorter than Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity-

 

     

 

      发呆的时候总是会想很多很多，总觉得应该要记下来，否则就明显是在荒废生命。然而一瞬间的念头，等对着屏幕的时候总是连福尔摩斯在世也追寻不到它的痕迹，只剩下直觉，所以，文字总是很少。我想我还是需要握着笔，以及笔尖在直面滑过的感觉，还好我习惯的不是毛笔……

     好怀念以前冥思苦想应付老师作文的惨状，有2年没有写过什么东西了，凑字数的能力真是严重退化。假期的时候居然找的自己小学时候写的将发展为作文的东西，看的我狂笑不止。那时候好傻，总以为自己骗得的过老师，那些不知所云的东西，不知道老师念的时候是什么感想，呵呵……

     翻开日记，里面太多的幼稚，太少思考和感悟。迷雾重重，现在的我也不见得能领悟到什么是最重要的，怎么去信仰，大概还在犯同样的错误。

     很奇怪，回过去翻阅，总会好笑，却更是珍惜。我们还有多少……