i think im not despair, or how each instant is pleased to receive your information, salutation masters of the time, or will happily in no mediated and you to have a meal together. i think im not despair, knowing their bet with oneself and odds is almost zero, but still stubborn, choose so quietly ready to appear, as long as you need my help. i want to say im sorry, this morning, when you give the students in class, i on the table outside see the black notebook, i thought of students, readily scanned and turn to last few pages, see a few lines of the poem. im sorry, ive read it carefully. i, tears. i know you want to be in heavens mother. at that time, you are so desperate, i tell you, the amount of heaven, there must be, or those who lost their way to find the way home. i almost forget the last time you have the dark days, only half a year, you, how can so easily forget it. you say, mom, im so lonely. you said it was raining in lanzhou. many years ago, your mother will be in your backpack. you also said that you miss her. i, suddenly feel no way. all people, all people in the world, know so much, know so much, but deep down that hurdle, or anyway and it is not in the past.! im sorry, your sadness, i can not understand, i can not think of. but i remember what i had said, if this world, mom and dad is not in, i can not live. even now its the same. know the life at the bottom of the loneliness, however, is no way to take, even love, affection, friendship, entirely, a little way. however, the warmth of their loved ones, i have to keep. watching you write down the te_t, i do not have to e_press, take a piece of paper, quietly write a few lines of words, the window of the wind floating from the window, quietly floating. the sun is still warm. you don see it, you don have a relationship. this time, it was fun, huh, huh. has been in the heart to wonder where she is, in fact, where she is not important, important is that she has been in his heart. walking in the campus avenue, or will the wind tears, a blank mind, all the memory is instantly cut off. i don know what is the matter, the heart, no matter how the turning over the face of the devastation, or not to put down. i hate myself, i can take a good warm treat myself, but why should i pull into this relationship. night, write a microblogging, do not want to, but dare not. how many times, i want to ask you where, what, in the dry what, eat no, but, hesitation, or put down the phone. i think, i still not enough of despair, or don feel oneself scarred. because not all of your tears.
我想我还不够绝望，要不怎么每次在欣然接到你的信息，开头称呼师姐的时候，还是会高高兴兴的霎无介是和你一起去吃饭呢。
我想我还不够绝望，要不怎么上次在你问我女孩脸上的痘痘怎么治，口气那么着急，我还是准确的告诉你医院地址，医生姓桑，说完便想起她那张长满痘痘的脸，顿时沉默。
我想我还不够绝望，明知道自己在和自己赌，而且胜算几乎为零，但是还是执拗的，选择这样静静的 准备随时出现，只要你需要我的帮助。
我想说对不起，今天早上，在你给学生上课的时候，我在外面的茶几上看到一本黑色的笔记本，我以为是学生的，随手翻看，翻到最后几页，看到几行诗。对不起，我，认真读过。我，流泪了。我知道你是想在天堂的妈妈了。那时候，你是那样绝望，我告诉你，天堂有的额，一定会有的，要不那些迷路的孩子怎么找到回家的路呢。我几乎忘了距离上次你的黑暗的日子，才不过短短半年，你，怎么能那么轻易就遗忘呢。你说，妈妈，我好孤独。你说兰州下了一场雨。你所很多年前，你的妈妈会在你的背包了塞东西，你还说，你很想念她。
我，顿时觉得毫无办法。所有人，这世间所有的人，知道那么多，懂得那么多，但是内心深处的那道坎，还是无论如何也是越不过去的吧！对不起，你的那份忧伤，我体会不了，我也想想不来。只是我记得自己曾经说过的话，如果这个世界上，爸爸妈妈不在了，我没办法活。就算到现在也一样。
知道生命底里的那份孤独，无论如何也是没办法拿去，就算爱情，亲情，友情，通通的，都一点办法也没有。但是，亲人的那份温情，我一定还要保有。
看着你写下的而文字，我无以表达，抽出一张纸，静静的写下几行字，窗外清风浮起窗帘，静静的飘。阳光依旧温暖。你没有看到吧，一点也没有关系。
如果知道她要过来，我断然不会和你一起去吃饭。她坐在你的旁边，我的对面，冲我一笑，那微笑，像极了一个人，她，你说这是我的师姐，这是我女朋友的妹妹，一口气说出。刚一口饭放入口中，很难下咽。想要先离开，但还是吃完了饭，正常的打声招呼离开。感觉如鲠在喉。
这次，终于好玩了吧，呵呵。一直在心里琢磨她究竟在哪里，其实她在哪里都不重要，重要的是，她一直在他心里。
走在校园林荫道，还是会迎风流泪的吧，脑子一片空白，一切的记忆被瞬间掐断。
我不知道自己究竟是怎么了，那颗心，无论怎样的翻里掉面的蹂躏，还是不肯放下。我恨我自己，明明可以好好的温暖的对待自己，但是为什么要这样把自己扯入这样的关系。
昨晚临睡前，写了条微博，不是不想，而是不敢。多少次，想要问问你在哪里，在干什么，吃饭了没，但是，犹豫再三，还是放下手机。
我想，我还是不够绝望，还是不觉得自己伤痕累累。因为，眼泪还没有流干。