tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33262586740043790822012-02-16T02:50:30.403-08:00忧伤只是因为这年纪帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-70801126410897958392011-10-27T14:03:00.000-07:002011-10-27T14:06:01.136-07:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">也许你能给的也只是一时的陪伴。</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">再舍不得又能怎样。</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">即使相爱，你还是你，我还是我， 谁也不会在谁的生命中留下一点痕迹 。</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">难过。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7080112641089795839?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-16334225619261520162009-04-11T06:12:00.000-07:002009-04-11T06:45:48.610-07:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"><strong>きまぐれな九月の雨に 白い伞の少女がすれ违う<br />探してた 二人の行方(ゆくえ)<br />今はまだ 知りたくない<br />あなたの摇りかごの中 そっと眠りたい<br />心に秘めた泪忘れ<br /><br />☆もう少し あと少し 爱されたい<br />いけない恋と知っても<br />もう少し あなたのこと 困らせたい<br />この爱止められない<br /><br />想い出の神户の街で<br />あなたへの手纸したためています<br />忘れようと 何度もしたわ<br />その方が乐になれる<br /><br />追伸：あなたの生まれた家を见てきました<br />なんだか 切なくて怀かしかった…<br /><br />もう少し あと少し そばにいたい<br />(口十)わぬ梦と知っても<br />そう少し あの女性(ひと)より 出逢う时が<br />迟すぎただけなの</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-1633422561926152016?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-75051643532491218342009-04-10T08:53:00.000-07:002009-04-11T06:49:02.098-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"><em>I know I cound not refuse to admit the truth. I just.. screwed everything up ,deceive myself, conceal my deep feelings, and then being distrusted. NOTHING lasts forever, even my own perseveration which I've taken pride of so long... God just play a coincidence on me . A case of unfortunate, a diploma. He patronized me .. to see through the mirror , whose beautiful surface is actually full of assosiations with those fuckin' human nature...<br /><br />Maybe someone is excellent, smart, tenderly, handson ,,, maybe u could add up to another 100 charactoristics of affection .. But is there anything to do with ? NO.. they're not yours .. Now they're not and forever. I could afford everything. who realy played a damn way in that chaos.. Who'll care?<br />Over - self-esteem is a dangerous thing.. it will NEVER bring u happiness. A noble self is not made for expanding. To love is not to take over.... I didn't understand it . I just couldn't. When I was 16...<br />I need tranquility, something is tearing my soul. I donno what kind of person I'll be. So if the situation get really bad, just .. LET IT BE. so well I have nothing to do with.. except for declaring my attitude. Despair is another side of Braveness. Be brave. I've never changed a thing about it..</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7505164353249121834?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-88211285996225952862009-01-24T01:30:00.000-08:002009-04-11T06:59:52.214-07:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>　Anaesthesia 　　Anaesthesia 　　Shining, brilliant and darkness 　　No more need to run 　　Oh, tonight is the night of my life 　　And tomorrow is the first day of my life 　　Cause you are there to hold me 　　And I sing 　　 　　I wallow in sounds of flapping wings 　　Flying in darkness while she sings 　　Oh my lord, I will be 　　 　　I wallow in sounds of flapping wings 　　Flying in darkness while she sings 　　Oh my lord, I will be .......</strong></span><br /></span></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#6666cc;">越是想抓住一些东西去填补内心的空虚的时候就越是无力，也许我不该这样，也许这本来就是个恶性循环，她跟我说她喜欢奥巴马... 嗯， 你知道我为什么喜欢奥巴马吗 ？因为他就是涅槃重生的人。 大概cobain的那么急着死去也就是觉得这样最快吧，要么重新活一次，要么去死...<br />昨天天气开始冷了，刺骨的风，天空酝酿着层层不平静，出门之前我做了一整晚的梦。梦境是过去，过去的室内体育场，过去的人，过去的我。<br />其实也只有场景是过去了，物是人非我还能说什么。可这个时候我若还固执着，就只能这样尴尬地停在原地。我动不了，说不出话，可我还有心和眼睛，我还看得见。在梦里都可以感到自己的奇怪和不甘心，过去的人还说着同样的话，曾经排斥的臆想的默默引以为豪的，发誓要记住的，还有刻意要忘记的。然后连续地做梦，连续地半夜醒来瑟瑟发抖。冬天这才真正地来了吧，我睁着眼睛，疲倦，孤独绝望和疲倦，以至于黑夜过后醒来的一瞬间的微笑都显得如此不真实。<br />以讹传讹，很多人说你若观察一个人是否幸福，要看他醒来的一瞬间，是在微笑，还是愁眉苦脸。</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">笑，所以我是个幸福的人，一直都是这样……</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-8821128599622595286?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-81174276821597284522009-01-19T05:57:00.000-08:002009-04-11T06:51:51.445-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">有一些人，如果换个时间认识，一定会有不一样的结局。</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-8117427682159728452?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-25932562575281766832009-01-06T07:03:00.000-08:002009-01-06T07:06:32.248-08:00有时候一些事情只是因为一些特定的人才有意义<br />每天走习惯了的走廊<br />我总是喜欢没事拉着她往外走<br />我只是留恋过去想念某一时刻<br />甚至不为自己所知的片段<br /><br />走廊里昏暗的灯光<br />有时候我会看到曾经熟悉的人走过去<br />我记不起他们的脸<br />越想就越模糊的身形<br />我不知道自己看的到底是别人<br />还只是我心里投射出去的影子<br /><br />晦暗的一年<br />虽然过得飞快<br />想起来却好像是很多年很多年的叠加一样<br />过去<br />日子过得很慢<br />我活在用书音乐堆砌的世界里<br />那个世界盖住了真实的<br />过一年的所以印象仿佛只是一天<br /><br />而我现在却抓不住一分一秒眼看着时间流过<br />还有自己从未有过的无可奈何的无力感<br />自己居然不是个无处可去的游魂<br />居然是个人一个真实的人<br />会有面具掩藏下的所有软弱和痛苦<br />我没有仁慈 没有自豪 更没有无所畏惧<br />我只有一颗心<br />我确定它还不是麻木的.....<br /><br />青春有多少是真的经得起挥霍的呢<br />我又是多么小心翼翼地不愿意挥霍它呢<br />又或者不挥霍才是真正的浪费.....<br />一个人往回看<br />他看到的总是奢侈...<br /><br />真正的好时光原来没有几年<br />对我来说<br />高中生活 已经结束了吧<br />我只愿意记得那个暑假返校日<br />我见到了穿着橙色T恤和牛仔裤的左<br />我同桌穿着我唯一见过的一套裙子坐到我边上<br />孟音佳和汪还坐在我们前面转过头问我们要QQ号...<br /><br />那个时候我想 时间真是久啊<br />等三年我要等多久呢<br />想起初中四年<br />总是等不及时间快点过去<br /><br />而现在 我如愿了吧 。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-2593256257528176683?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-76316776747392551782008-12-07T08:07:00.000-08:002009-04-11T06:56:05.692-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">仅从短短的几行字里发现了一些残忍，一些支离破碎的片段，它们好像冰刀一般试图把我的心割裂；我把我的悲伤隐匿在冬日暖阳下，而黑夜却使我无处遁形。无数次地警告自己不要自欺欺人，不要心存幻象，不要沉溺于其中.... 然而最后，敌不过的还是一样。<br />我只是无数影像中的一个，既不足以让做梦的人记住，也无法从梦里挣脱；常常想，有些人，果然分别了就再也不会再见，然而自己，也成了无谓的过客......<br />然后，为所有做过的傻事找一个借口 。 “我不过是想做回我自己——做回完完全全属于自己的自己……”<br /><br /><br /><br />或许有一天，我会理解他茫然无措的感觉。。。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7631677674739255178?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-79905322849393363982008-11-21T00:54:00.000-08:002008-11-21T00:55:36.111-08:00<span style="color:#ff0000;">我可真能</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">自怨自艾</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7990532284939336398?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-88262413801497360272008-11-10T08:34:00.000-08:002008-11-10T08:41:01.478-08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Desperado, why don't you come to your senses</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">You've been out ridin' fences,for so long - now.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Ohh you're a hard one.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">I know that you've got your reasons.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">These things that are pleasin'you</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Can hurt you somehow.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">She'll beat you if she's able.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Now it seems to me, some fine things</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Have been laid upon your table.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">But you only want the ones</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">That you can't get.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Desperado,Ohhhh you aint getting no younger.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Your pain and your hunger,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">They're driving you home.And freedom, ohh freedom.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Well that's just some people talking.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Your prison is walking through this world all alone.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">It's hard to tell the night time from the day.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">And you're losing all your highs and lowsaint it funny how the feeling goesaway...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Desperado,Why don't you come to your senses?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">come down from your fences, open the gate.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">You better let somebody love you.(let sombody love you)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">You better let somebody love you...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">oh before it's too late.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-8826241380149736027?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-2288264145147616352008-11-09T04:24:00.000-08:002008-11-09T04:34:51.141-08:00<span style="color:#ccffff;">QQ对话框的颜色让人腻味，我的生活更是，</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">居然很久没有碰钢琴了，很久没有碰，不敢去碰……</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">没有为什么</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">和mag姐提议弹chopin concerto的双钢琴，</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">不知道自己能不能坚持下去，</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">还是累</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">我不想上学，</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">不想在不愿意笑的时候假装欢迎的样子</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">装也装不好</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">不想面对一切的一切</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">不想再想我的未来</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">不想去这么多人的地方</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">……</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">我需要一个心理医生， 可我不会去看心理医生，</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">我不信任任何人， 不信任你， 你， 你们</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">所有的所有 ， 没有的终究还是没有</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">过去什么都不是</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">什么都没有</span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;">……</span><br />想起LWW说过的话<br /><br /><em>若我离去， 后会无期。</em><br /><br />这句话多半如同一句讽刺，<br />活着总是这么讽刺<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">I come from neverland, and will belong to nothing</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-228826414514761635?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-88798563883388277802008-11-08T04:21:00.001-08:002008-11-08T04:30:03.501-08:00事实证明, 我还是从昨天才开始认真背单词orz<br />vallify~~pessimism~~reticence~~satirical- -.......<br />很好, 读书终究还是我喜欢做的事情<br />学英语终究还是我唯一觉得很容易的事情<br />老爸老妈也终于拿我没有办法<br />我不用很虚假地说惭愧, 我的确是很久很久很久没有认真做过什么了<br />用一个新学的phrases~<br />I should SCRUTINIZE EVERY DETAIL<br />THUS...<br />Yes or Nope 念起来好有音韵美 伦敦音学起来有点吃力<br />这两天经常感到犹豫, 犹豫到底有没有必要这样辛苦, 谁让这的确是一场赌博呢~<br /><br />我无法面对自己的软弱<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-8879856388338827780?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-76340029268695499362008-11-02T01:24:00.000-07:002008-11-02T01:44:54.644-08:00朋友让我听一张album, 很微茫的名字, Cell In the sea... 偶尔看到有人翻 大海微尘 很喜欢 ...<br />里面有一首almost lover<br />一个下午来来回回地听了好多遍, 挂着耳机和妈妈坐在味千最角落的座位上的时候 .. 走在路上 看着喧嚣的马路的时候 摇曳的灯光 ,朦胧的模糊的人声, 和着秋天提早到来的黄昏<br />嗨 这些天总是阴沉, 连着一星期都是下雨天 ... 越来越多的事情成了奢望<br />只有音乐保护我.....<br /><br />很多时候 分不清梦境与现实 活着总像做梦一般 梦却也总是做得很清醒<br />那是混沌的边缘, 会让自己依稀被光芒刺痛的边缘, 我却迷恋那种痛感<br /><br />我不得不承认自己是个嗜痛的人 不是撕心裂肺 不是歇斯底里<br />只要一点点 淡漠的 无所不在的痛<br />只有痛苦还能让人意识到自己活着 ... 至于那痛苦的原因 , 一个人 一段记忆.. 其实无关<br /><br />GOLD DUST &amp; CELL IN THE SEA<br /><br />不过这首歌的确是撕心裂肺了点... 很适合现在的心情 恩..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Your fingertips across my skin, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">the palm trees swaying in the wind images </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You sang me spanish lullabies, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">the sweetest sadness in your eyes clever trick I'd never want to see you unhappy,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I thought you'd want the same for me </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Goodbye my almost lover </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Goodbye my hopeless dream</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I'm trying not to think about you</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Can't you just let me be? </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">So long my luckless romance </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">My back is turned on you I should have known you'd bring me heartache,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">almost lovers always do </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">We walked along a crowded street </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You took my hand and danced with me images</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And when you left you kissed my lips you told me you would never ever forget these images, </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">no I'd never want to see you unhappy I thought you'd want the same for me </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">I cannot go to the ocean<br />I cannot drive the streets at night<br />I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind<br />So you're gone and i'm haunted and i'll bet you are just fine,<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Did i make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7634002926869549936?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-73586973728295566612008-10-29T19:24:00.000-07:002008-10-29T19:26:15.889-07:00<span style="color:#663300;">“ 一直过去的东西 毫不停留地过去的东西是： 使帆的船，一个人的年岁，春， 夏，秋，冬。”</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7358697372829556661?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-22352933151072546662008-10-28T06:50:00.000-07:002008-10-28T06:57:14.370-07:00家长会...虚惊一场<br />我很久没有这么担心了<br />对身边地一切事 只是习惯于 冷淡地观望<br />不论表面上怎样 内心总是冷漠的<br />有时候冷漠到自己都心凉<br /><br />前几天高兴了一下<br />因为收到了一个几乎不认识的朋友送给我的MP3..<br />第一反应是怀疑和迟疑<br />不过<br />还是很谢谢他的 毕竟 我爸觉得太贵了 不给我买.....- -<br /><br />已经没什么好说的了<br />今年果然是我人生中最背的一年<br />幸好今年不是2010年<br /><br />MY GOODNESS<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-2235293315107254666?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-75295462250090079152008-10-24T04:40:00.000-07:002008-10-24T04:44:31.176-07:00As a Lecturer, I Appreciate Jane Austen.<br />As a poeter, I love Yeats.<br /><br />SPEAK, SPELL ,EXPRESS, ILLUSTRATE... more carefully, more exactlly, more precisely, that's all my persuit<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-7529546225009007915?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-25019604810922111452008-10-20T05:30:00.000-07:002008-10-20T05:34:30.498-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff66;"> 鹧鸪天 苏轼</span></div><span style="color:#ffff66;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff66;"> 林断山明竹隐墙，乱蝉衰草小池塘。翻空白鸟时时见，照水红蕖细细香。 村舍外，古城旁，杖藜徐步转斜阳， 殷勤昨夜三更雨，又得浮生一日凉 。</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-2501960481092211145?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-26785636955829370112008-10-19T04:48:00.000-07:002008-10-19T04:59:30.971-07:00《云上的日子》<br /><br />没有看完，对第一个故事印象深刻。还有那些欧洲电影的长镜头。<br /><br />“从此以后，他一直爱着这个他从未真正拥有过的女孩”<br /><br />不知道该说什么...总之~ 我特别能理解这个欠揍的男人的心理<br /><br />恩<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-2678563695582937011?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-64393797207429675672008-10-19T04:20:00.000-07:002008-10-20T01:08:47.581-07:00呵，11月快要到了。去年的11月的第一天，我永远不会忘记 。想起那段日子的自己，每天总在凌晨就早早地醒来，望着晨昏的薄暮，感受着自己脉搏里跳动的躁动不安。刚进高中，刚觉得自己和以前不一样，莫名其妙地想做一些不一样的事情，结果也的确去做了... 虽然，结局有些狼狈<br />第一次深刻地懂得什么是寂寞，如果说过去的我只是单纯地缺少交流刚读过的某本书的朋友，而现在，那种单纯的孤独感却不复存在。也许我心底里也渴望过浪漫故事的情节，甚至曾想试着去做，用自己的心去触碰自己爱的人，只是，才开了个头，遍再也继续不下去<br /><br /><br />或许十年后，想起现在的我；我，你们，都会怀念的吧，究竟是谁的青春已经不重要，反正我爱过了，毫无保留地爱过，虽然这故事秋天开始，秋天结束，就和一片落叶拥有过的的生命一样长。<br /><br />“看似飞翔却在坠落”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-6439379720742967567?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-5857695325639539672008-10-15T05:37:00.000-07:002008-10-15T06:21:03.761-07:00当对着电影按下快进的时候...<br /><br />尝试很多次后发现..我依然不爱电影<br /><br /><br />当然,<br />除了天堂电影院...囧<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-585769532563953967?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-26266456957297931632008-10-14T07:10:00.000-07:002008-10-14T07:30:15.036-07:00作孽，月考终于过去了，早晨五点五十分醒来，想着自己还什么都没复习，感到有一点想吐。天很阴沉，房间有股陌生的味道..... 就这样躺着一直到六点十六分才缓缓得穿衣服... 六点十分的时候，我对自己说，再睡五分钟吧，结果..晚了一分钟，很不高兴<br /> <br /> 七点半开始考试，意味着我最起码七点就要到学校看一会书，来不及了... 走到爸妈房间里很惭愧地把爸爸叫起来.. 这已经是第无数次爸爸送我了，他没有说什么马上就起来，爸爸好疲倦... 我顿时感到难过，觉得有些对不起他<br /> <br /> 语文总是第一堂，望着密密麻麻的卷子只觉得头昏脑胀，倒是做数学的时候清醒了些。教室在八楼，和我们的教室一样大，很明亮，从窗外望过去像岩井俊二的电影镜头... 我把这样一句话写在签名上，只是我写的时间是五点五十分……<br /><br /> 这一次作文还是老样子，写读过的书，估计期中考试也一样。哎，反正从来都没有变过，我很后悔我写的是关于《百年孤独》的，下笔我才发现，自己的见识浅薄得可以.. 无所谓，反正我已经习惯了，真实的感受，永远无法用言语表达。记得去年年第一学期期末考，我写的是海子的诗。“姐姐，今夜我在德令哈，夜色笼罩...”如同做梦一般，恍恍惚惚.. 有时候觉得自己并不懂得海子，不过我是在写另一个人，只是，没有人知道..<br /><br /> 中午吃饭的时候看到他匆匆走过，不知道为什么我总是觉得那个背影独自一人的时候很狼狈。真是种奇怪的感觉，虽然每天依然能见到，对我来说却是从记忆里走出来的一般... 没有特别的感觉了，只是记忆中的一个人。<br /><br /> 考了一整天，一直到下午五点四十多.. . 天黑了，想起初三的时候在那个新建的大教室里还有点不习惯，那时候也是每天天黑了还在读书，这个时候也最怅然。从八楼望出去，这个丑陋的地方也变美了.. 这世界便是这样，越接近天空，就越远离人，我也就越能和自己分开，去和孤独在一起。<br /> <br /> 阿，真后悔没有拍下来.. 往往面对最美的风景我只愿不动声色地陶醉其中，也好.. .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-2626645695729793163?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3326258674004379082.post-65199752484069093332008-10-12T05:58:00.000-07:002008-10-12T06:19:41.329-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfaxgqfEDAs/SPH0xArRIhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/O_e1lFH8lrQ/s1600-h/meor6fczezt3az09qxq09h2sbx1mon7%24essc4wp1rj4qh382v2nhzg8nrplo5o9.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256251362950324754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfaxgqfEDAs/SPH0xArRIhI/AAAAAAAAAAY/O_e1lFH8lrQ/s320/meor6fczezt3az09qxq09h2sbx1mon7%24essc4wp1rj4qh382v2nhzg8nrplo5o9.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">vol.1</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">有意思，眼泪居然在我完全没有料到的情况下倾泻不止。ipod坏了而已... 我居然那么夸张... 也许我真的无法忍受没有音乐的日子。那些清晨,那些仿若黄昏的薄雾,切切实实的孤独和怅然；我需要音乐来把自己和他人隔开。</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">只可惜我甚至无法自己拿出一点钱再买一个</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">哎~ 爸爸妈妈请不要再把Harvard这种字眼挂在嘴边了好吗</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">心是木头做的<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">vol 2.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">只有当你提笔开始写的时候,你才会真正明白自己的想法</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">深谙这个道理,无奈自己并没有多少表达的欲望</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">what's u'r opinion on ...? </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">总觉得还没有想清楚,还不够完整,还没有理顺</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and your feelings?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">更糊涂</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">为什么我就是做不到像戴，玉或者他那样，随心所欲得记录喷涌而出的内心感受？也许在我的心里，感情始终是一团乱麻。</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">我爱你，却无法说明我爱你的理由，于是我对自己说，要每天写一首诗给你</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">……</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">挥霍无度的时光，总要留点什么....</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">还是开始吧</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3326258674004379082-6519975248406909333?l=sx0327.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>帷幕生活http://www.blogger.com/profile/02711892354929020820noreply@blogger.com0