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　　导演说演员是自己的插曲；
　　电影说音乐是自己的插曲；
　　湖水说蜻蜓是自己的插曲；
　　风筝说线是自己的插曲；
　　飞蛾说火是自己的插曲。
　　曾经疯狂的在无际的田野上奔跑过，不时也站在高高的崖边张望，看看是否还有调皮的小孩向崖喧走来，告诉他们很危险，不要走来，我是一个麦田守望者；曾经为庸懒的猫总捉不住小老鼠的滑稽表演开怀的笑过，不用顾忌周围的人莫可名状的表情，前俯后仰；曾经因为有小狗和我一同睡在被窝里而格外温暖，睡梦中闭着双眼的甜密，以为这些拼凑都来就是享受自由的信仰，一直以来，我都执著追求的信仰。
　　姨妈告诉我，她们家的昙花午夜就会开的，于是我安静的倚在野花边的藤椅上，昙花开了，而我却甜蜜的睡了，我放肆的哭喊着，为什么我听不到花开的声音？
　　除了自由的回声，没有人能告诉我，我以为彩虹会是天空的过客。
　　这个春天，我站在高高的山角，樱花绚烂的 绽放，眼前的白色能飘浮延展到天的尽头。
　　纯洁，质朴，真实，典雅。
　　感叹陶渊明踏入世外桃源能写下此清丽淡雅的佳作，而我此刻却是惭愧，久违了这种鲜明的纯净，自叹自己满身世俗污渍。
　　樱花浓浓的馨香弥漫着整座山迈，氤氲着空氲中灵灵的水气，原以为还会重新回到这个纯真、清雅的时代，可我错了，在城市的每个角落，我再也闻不到樱花浓浓的馨香，大概错过的一切就真的都不在。
　　今年的昙花又要开了，我是一定要看的，好让疲惫的双眼看到昙花一现的绝美。坐在轰隆喧闹的公交车上，迷糊的望着窗外穿过的街店，我竟然坐过了站……
　　乌云真的会是太阳的插曲。
　　特别的日子收到一份特别的礼物，一颗很有光泽漂亮的青苹果，朋友说希望我还能保持自己的个性。我狠狠的咬了一口，苹果很酸、很涩，可我坚强地吃完了它，直到眼角唯有一丝一星一点的绿色。
　　固执算不算任性的要求呢？我总是固执地把自己比喻鲁迅先生笔下那只鸟，那只永远都城在飞，累了也在风中休息，等某天真的停下来，就是它死的时候的那只鸟，于是我信仰着人的自由。
　　寂寞很吵，我很安定。
　　我以为一路走来的风景只是生命中的一些插曲。我也知道一路走来两手空空，没有行囊，还有饥饿；我更知道我想让自己这程路走得更远更久，那个最大最甜的桨果在很远的地方等我。
　　我不知道明年我能否看到昙花一现；
　　我不知道月亮是不是太阳的插曲；
　　我不知道谁又会成为我的插曲；
　　我还在走；
　　我只知道我想拥有更多的插曲。

豪放若在江南，难道不会给这婉约之地蒙上一眼的苍茫？

豪放若在江南，难道不会消磨这北方大汉之铮铮铁骨？

豪放若在江南，难道不会扰乱阴阳之界，晦冥之别？

我是豪放之人。虽不比“大江东去，浪淘尽”之忧国怀今，却也自认有“会挽雕弓如满月”之雄心壮志。我欣赏梁红玉之戎马气度，欣赏岳飞之箭笔戎歌，慨叹李自成一介草寇之胆识。北方之人，若不豪放，怎么面对这泱泱大漠、滚滚河水？
然而，我又悲怀于婉约，寄情于江南。

“枯藤老树昏鸦，小桥流水人家”，只是萧条落寞之江南。

“东风夜放花千树，更吹落，屋如雨”是灯火烂漫之江南。

“深秋帘幕千家雨，落日楼台一笛风”是烟雨朦胧之江南。

我尽情地荡羁在这缓歌慢曲之中，感受那一种芳香与柔情；我尽情地徘徊在这雕梁画栋之中，望着远处嶙峋的怪石，静静消磨这醉人的春光；我尽情地漫步在这烟雨朦胧之中，任凭细雨点落在我的额头。

这盖世的豪放在温柔的江南中无法自拔。

眼前的，是婉约与豪放的碰撞。

眼前的，是敦煌中飞天的琵琶与红中柳板之声的嘈杂。

眼前的，是大漠铜甲铁蹄嚣起的尘土。

眼前的，是画桥之上二胡伴起的菱歌。

我想背负一身铠甲远赴江南，搅起江南不羁的层层浪花。

我想带着飞扬的黄土，去江南听这靡靡之萧鼓，吟赏烟霞。

婉约的江南，在这朦胧烟雨之下，定会有阔达之胸襟，去包容我这个北方豪放之人。我要为这江南注入一倾活力；我要为这婉约增添一份征服大江南北的筹码；我要让这豪情感染乌衣巷中吟词赋曲的仕子，让豪放驰骋于这易碎的江南水乡！

豪放若在江南，便有不拘一格之大气。

豪放若在江南，便有冲天盖地之磅礴。

豪放若在江南……

插 曲 Episode
The actors are the director's own episode;
Said of the film music is his own episode;
Lake said the dragonfly was his episode;
Kite said the line is its own episode;
Moths that fire is their own episode.
Have been crazy in the boundless field on the run-off, the edge of a cliff from time to time has stood tall and looked to see if there is a show of naughty children coming to the cliff and told them very dangerous, not walking, I am a Catcher in the Rye persons; had a cat for a total Zhuobu Zhu Yong Lan small rodents comic performances hearty laughter too, without scruples people around Mokemingzhuang expression, bend forward recline; once because there are dogs and I have to sleep in bed The exceptionally warm, the sweet sleeping eyes shut, thinking that these put together have come to enjoy the freedom of belief is that all along, I have persistent pursuit of faith.
Aunt told me that their house will be open at midnight on the night-blooming cereus,So I lean on a quiet opposition lace wicker chair, the Epiphyllum opened, but I was sweet sleep, andI cried presumptuous,What I got to do to be heard Voices Bloom？
In addition to freedom of echo, no one can tell me, I thought that the sky will be passing rainbow.
This spring, I stood on a mountain high angle, the gorgeous cherry blossoms bloom, floating in front of a white can be extended to the end of days.
Pure, simple, true and elegant.
Sigh into the Shangri-la Tao Ching elegant able to write this masterpiece, and I was ashamed at the moment, a long absence, the purity of this clear-cut, his whole body sighed secular stains.
The fragrance filled with thick cherry whole mountain mai, Yin Yun with an empty heavy atmosphere of water vapor in Lingling was originally thought to come back to the pure, elegant era, but I was wrong, in every corner of the city, I can no longer smell the fragrance of cherry blossoms deep, probably missed all the really not in the.
This year's Epiphyllum again opened, and I definitely want to see, so tired eyes to see a short-lived beautiful. Sitting in the noisy buses rumbling, almost lost their sense of looking out the window across the street shops, I even sat the station ... ... is not.
Really dark clouds the sun episode.
Special day received a special gift, a very nice shiny green apple, friends said, I hope I can maintain its own personality. I am bitter bite, it's very sour, very astringent, but I finished strong in it, only a trace of a star until the corners of his eyes a little green.
Be regarded as self-willed stubborn demands? I always stubbornly himself, Mr. Lu Xun, pen the bird analogy, it would only ever capital in the fly, the wind was also tired, rest, and so one day is really to stop, that is, when it died of the bird, so I belief in the people's freedom.
Lonely, very noisy, and I am very stable.
I thought the scenery along the way only a life of some of the episodes. I also know that along the way empty-handed, no luggage, and there is hunger; I know I want to own this way much longer road to go further, that the paddle's largest and most sweet fruit in a far away waiting for me.
I do not know next year I can see a flash in the pan;
I do not know the moon is the sun of the episode;
I do not know who would become my episode;
I was walking;
I only know that I want to have more episodes.