- 这是两段很有意思的对话：眼泪、诗歌、无眠的长夜、清冷的世界。
或许因为我是个无牵无挂的出家人，所以我没有眼泪这种诗的墨汁；或许因为我多梦，所以我的夜不长也没有无眠的体验，因而也没有诗；或许因为我特别喜欢这个世界，所以我所感受到的世界总是暖暖的，象雪夜里燃烧的壁炉和嗤嗤冒汽的汤。…但我仍然喜欢偷听你们关于眼泪、诗、无眠长夜及清冷世界的聊天。
我是循着远远飘在街头的咖啡香与茶味跑到这儿来的。进门来看看里面静静的，只有几个人在窃窃私语。我就顺手选了张靠窗的桌子坐下，不经意听到了你们的聊天。希望你们不要介意一个过路出家人的插话，嘿嘿。
掌柜的，请来一小壶龙井吧…
玛雅 wrote:
> Don't make me cry, Lily, i don't even realize that i have so many friends around in this cold world. why couldn't you sleep at nights? what is bothering you now? love? it always is and will be. be patient, my friend, you will find him in a beautiful morning.
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> writing poems are the best cure for insomnia, it worked for me. now i sleep soundly, and the production of poetry is decreased. ;) please publish your story here, as long as it comes from the bottom of your heart, it will be good. if you mix your words with tears, they will be even better.
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