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杂谈 |
08，09交接之际，和 办公室的人 一起来兰州的 大和 洗浴中心 过夜。他们在打麻将，于是我就一个人跑来上网，只定了一个小时，稍微安静下。
很不喜欢这个地方，嘈杂且充斥着无聊的人群。当然我也是其中一个 。有一个大厅里面，一个 DJ正在播放着震耳欲聋，真的是快让我欲聋的破音乐！台上一个具没有品味穿一身白衣服的男人 在主持一个 巨 无聊的 互动游戏。我 看了下面坐着且不停起哄的人群。这求是我们告别旧岁迎接新年的度过方式 ？我是一个非常喜欢 音乐的人，非常喜欢。这里面的音响，低音真的是非常重，可是有些音乐，只能震动心脏，连丝毫触动心灵的功用都没有。
不说这些了，等会去吃点自助，就去 找个地方睡觉，真的是讨厌透这次的通宵了。
信主前，我喜欢人群聚集的地方，我曾想过 ，如果让我 在一个 没有朋友，没有人群的地方，我怎么生活。感谢上帝，谢谢你。让我明白了，这些，并不是支撑我生命的支柱。
谢谢主。让我懂得了很多，让我改变了很多。让我得到了许多 ，让我也失去了很多。
今天晚上我会花很多时间一个人想想过去我走过的路。包括湖南的几年，包括那些随风飘过的岁月。
键盘
这一刻突然觉得好熟悉
像昨天今天同时在放映
我这句语气原来好像你
不就是我们爱过的证据
差一点骗了自己骗了你
爱与被爱不一定成正比
我知道被疼是一种运气
但我无法完全交出自己
努力为你改变
却变不了预留的伏笔
以为在你身边那也算永远
仿佛还是昨天
可是昨天已非常遥远
但闭上双眼我还看得见
可惜不是你陪我到最后
曾一起走却走失那路口
感谢那是你牵过我的手
还能感受那温柔
那一段我们曾心贴着心
我想我更有权力关心你
可能你已走进别人风景
多希望也有星光的投影
努力为你改变
却变不了预留的伏笔
以为在你身边那也算永远
仿佛还是昨天
可是昨天已非常遥
我的2008-我记录
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情感故事 |
Love is short. Forgetting is so long.(爱情太短，而遗忘太长)
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随笔/感悟 |
2007.9.14
标签：
随笔/感悟 |
灾难面前的勇气与情感
------无意中在911七周年看完《93航班》有感
用什么对抗恐惧？
拿什么支持自己？
借着什么去战斗？？
凭着什
In Memory of Miss Liu Ho-Chen
I
On March the twenty-fifth in the fifteenth year of the Republic,
the National Peking Women's Normal College held a memorial service
for two girls, Liu Ho-chen and Yang Teh-chun, who were killed on
the eighteenth in front of Tuan Chi-jui's Government House. I was
pacing alone outside the hall, when Miss Cheng came up to me.
'Have you written anything, sir, for Liu Ho-chen?' she asked.
I answered, 'No.'
'I think you should, sir,' she urged. 'Liu Ho-chen always liked to
read your essays.'
I was aware of this. All the magazines I edit have a very poor
circulation, quite likely because they often cease publication
suddenly. Yet in spite of financial difficulties, she was one of
those who took the risk of ordering Thorny Plain for a whole year.
And I have felt for some days that I should write something, for
though this has no effect on the dead, it seems to be all the
livin
In Memory of Miss Liu Ho-Chen
I
On March the twenty-fifth in the fifteenth year of the Republic,
the National Peking Women's Normal College held a memorial service
for two girls, Liu Ho-chen and Yang Teh-chun, who were killed on
the eighteenth in front of Tuan Chi-jui's Government House. I was
pacing alone outside the hall, when Miss Cheng came up to me.
'Have you written anything, sir, for Liu Ho-chen?' she asked.
I answered, 'No.'
'I think you should, sir,' she urged. 'Liu Ho-chen always liked to
read your essays.'
I was aware of this. All the magazines I edit have a very poor
circulation, quite likely because they often cease publication
suddenly. Yet in spite of financial difficulties, she was one of
those who took the risk of ordering Thorny Plain for a whole year.
And I have felt for some days that I should write something, for
though this has no effect on the dead, it seems to be all the
livin
In Memory of Miss Liu Ho-Chen
I
On March the twenty-fifth in the fifteenth year of the Republic,
the National Peking Women's Normal College held a memorial service
for two girls, Liu Ho-chen and Yang Teh-chun, who were killed on
the eighteenth in front of Tuan Chi-jui's Government House. I was
pacing alone outside the hall, when Miss Cheng came up to me.
'Have you written anything, sir, for Liu Ho-chen?' she asked.
I answered, 'No.'
'I think you should, sir,' she urged. 'Liu Ho-chen always liked to
read your essays.'
I was aware of this. All the magazines I edit have a very poor
circulation, quite likely because they often cease publication
suddenly. Yet in spite of financial difficulties, she was one of
those who took the risk of ordering Thorny Plain for a whole year.
And I have felt for some days that I should write something, for
though this has no effect on the dead, it seems to be all the
living can do. Of
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人文/历史 |
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随笔/感悟 |
忘记有多少时间未曾用文字记录哪怕一丁点关于音乐的感动了。生活总在按我们意料之外的轨迹前行着，在时间的巨舰之前我们都是同样的渺小无力，只能看着它乘风破浪的开辟着新的篇章，而我们则只有像一叶叶单薄的小舟紧随其后。日子一天天的逝去，我们得到了很多，同样失去了很多。在得失之间，在踌躇之间，年华渐渐凋落，身躯上也被岁月的雕刀印刻出一道道年轮。而音乐，这个我曾无比痴迷的朋友，曾令我哭泣，令我欢喜，却真的也随着成长，而消失了么？
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