Lorraine in the woods˙山上的野孩子 慵慵懶懶地睜開眼睛 山嵐便盡收眼底 清晨 白白霧霧的一片樹林 美得讓人從心底笑起 好心情從這一秒開始 ☆o◎oOoo0ooOo◎o☆ 飛機重量,跑道,天氣, 發動機,許可,起飛,離場, 無線電,速度,高度,油耗, 再簽派,亂流,轉降, 下降計畫,進場,落地, 直到滑行到空橋且關閉引擎 ☆o◎oOoo0ooOo◎o☆

1,143愛的鼓勵 1訂閱站台

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.   Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.   Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.   I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.   I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.   --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. ***************************************************

Losing something everyday, all I can do is accept, can't I?