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APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/
Dull roots with
spring rain.
—— From The Waste Land. by T.S.
Eliot.
This April, Instead of Joy or Glee
by Petite (Fragrance)
Spring is well on its way, 'tis April now,
and one has appreciated many a petal-fall,
Pear and cherry bloom drifting in showers,
a sight long expected and much savored by all.
Perhaps a carol should've been writ, to sing
praise of the bliss bestowed, to express my joy,
like birds that freely dart and charmly warble,
like bubbling brooks that sing, as nature's toy...
Yet how could I, when April kills quick and agile
with wishful dreams, when it numbs vigilance, as
a Dame-sans-merci, seducing with red lips, cruel
and beguiling, trapping lives, with colored decoy?
Now a vulture can be seen stalking in my mind's eye,
While Death creeps and bell tolls, as none can deny.
（Petite, on April 20th, 2010, much saddened by the series of tragic news of appalling disasters that have befallen home and abroad... To be revised~ )
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四月是最残忍的月份，荒地上/ 长着丁香，把回忆和欲望/ 掺合在一起，又让春雨/ 去催促那些迟钝的根芽。
——《荒原》（T.S.艾略特）
四月,没有喜悦没有欢欣
宁馨儿/诗
春已深，已过半，四月将尽，
人们已赏过一场又一场的花雨，
梨花和桃花，都已随风飘落，
这就是让人长久企盼和回味的景观。
也许我该写一首颂歌，用以歌唱
上天赐予的福祉，表达我的喜悦，
像自由穿飞的鸟儿，迷人地啁啾﹑啼啭，
像潺潺缓流的小溪，欢唱，做自然的宠儿。
然而我唱不出，因为四月虽布满希望的梦
却经常杀生，身手敏捷，脚步又快又轻，
让人猝不及防，像一名无情的女郎，残酷，
善骗，用红唇诱惑，用彩色圈套，诱捕生命。
我仿佛看见有一只秃鹫走来走去，昂首阔步，
死之阴影围拢，丧钟频鸣，谁也无法不看不听。
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青春就应该这样绽放 游戏测试：三国时期谁是你最好的兄弟！！ 你不得不信的星座秘密Image may be NSFW.Clik here to view.
