也许，铁椅冰冷的外表下边蕴藏着一颗驿动的心。它痛恨命运对自己的不公，志向万千，却身受束缚。

空空的铁椅，虽有钢筋铁骨，却只能面对着班驳陆离的积雪。

濒临一湖静水，寂寞空虚，横卧一片野地， 遭受狂风暴雨。

随着岁月的蹉跎，身上已经锈迹班班，没能把握春天的鸟语花香，默然回首，已发觉木屑的松脱。当年铭心刻骨的爱情，伴随这牢固的枷锁, 演绎成一场撕心裂肺的生离死别。朦胧与渴望，寂寞与怀想，注定要被这黑幽幽的铁钉, 死死的钉住。

曾经在椅子上坐过的人啊，生命中的过客，多么希望您能多在长椅身上驻留。黑发的少年啊，多么希望您能在长椅身边玩耍。白发的老翁啊，多么希望您多和长椅讲述你年轻的故事。

但，更多的时候，铁椅却被黑暗吞噬，在寒风中集结霜的晶莹。寂寞的长椅只能面对湖水长叹，“如果上天再给我一次机会的话，我绝对不会再作长椅，如果要在这个选择加上一个期限的话，我希望是 ---- 一万年！ ”

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Just after the heavy snow let up, snow flakes interlaced into fluffy and
soft snow heap; A long bench fabricated from steel bands, lay there without
any human companion. The color of it contrasted noticeably with the snow.

The white snow, dreamlike, aided the manifestation of meaningful void.

What has the empty steel bench experenced? What is he/she waiting for?

Side by side with the lakeful still water,
face to face with the devoid sky,
back to back with the patch of wilderness,
he/she weathered with the exposure to the elements.
he/she is just waiting, stubbornly, a person
who had a kind of connection and tacit, mutual trust with him/her.
When the day and thy moment came,
he/she was longing for bearing his/her emotional weight.

Looking through the accumulated snow, I saw the bench flecked with rust
It was the mark, of misery or welfare, bestowed by time

This bench may have witnessed a unforgettable love, a hurting farewell, or a glee of a long-waited reunion; Or the meditation and monologue in the darkness, the obscurity and aspiration in early spring, or the loneliness and retrospection in the fall, or the slight sadness accompanying the sundown.....

Those who sat on the bench ranged from to juveniles to the seniors. He was the passing traveller of the bench, because he would be carried farther by the time. He sojourned here and left the fragrance of his soul.

After the passing traveller left, the steel bench was covered again by the
fallen leaves, frost or snow.

More often, the bench blended into the dusk and parked at the beach of
the tiee river. He/she compete with the time, in waiting for a person
who would come by a ferryboat. Even the time grows old, the waiting does not.
It is empty, and only when empty, it accepted a generosity and infinity.

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