赛汉桃来

     

     A couple, two best friends.

     Many, too many strangers.

     A friend is around,

     The rest, the rest are too many.

     Only A friend can cross the bridge of dragon,

     The rest, the rest are going nowhere.

     A red, loved envolope,

     only A friend can.

     The rest, the rest are the spirit of strangeness.

     Pepper, red and green.

     Onion, w

     

    “Sometimes, when thinking about this, I thought that the idea that one person's mind is accessible to another's is just a conversational illusion, just a figure of speech, an assumption that makes some kind of exchange between basically alien creatures seem plausible, and that really the relationship of one person to another is ultimately unknowable. The effort of fathoming what is in another's mind creates a distortion of what is seen.”

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     'When I was a child, I came to worship tigers with a passion: not the yellow tigers of the Parana River and the tangle of the Amazon but the striped tiger, the royal tiger of Asia, which can only be hunted by armed men from a fort on the back of an elephant. I would hang about endlessly in front of one of the cages in the Zoo; and I would prize the huge encyclopedias and books of natural history for the magnificence of their tigers. (I can still recall these illustrations vividly--I, who have trouble recalling the face or the smile of a woman.) My childhood passed and my passion for tigers faded, but they still appear in my dreams. In the inconscious o

     

    “To forget--this is the desire of all people, and when they encounter something unpleasent, they always say: If only I could forget! But to forget is an art that must be practiced in advance. To be able to forget always depends upon how one remembers, but how one remembers depends upon how one experience actuality.”

     
     “我没有回答，心头的轻松胜过遗憾。他在这边，可怜的他再这边，无法相信我们共同看到的事。我见他站起身，醉醺醺地步入舞池，寻找像塞丽娜的女孩。我一动不动，不紧不慢地抽着烟，见他走过来走过去，知道他在浪费时间，他会筋疲力尽，口干舌燥地走回来，找不到迷雾和人群中的天堂之门。”

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    “安德烈娅，一个月意味着个头大了，毛长了，会跳了，眼神野了，天差地别呀！安德烈娅，一个月意味着一只大兔子，意味着兔子真正长大。可是，开始一分钟，它是温热蠕动的一团雪，包裹的是一个无可代替的小生命。开始几分钟，它是一首诗，以土买一夜的灵感：生于我，融于我，之后，不再是我，茕茕独立，拒人于千里之外，置身于白色，平坦，信封大小的世界里。”

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    “我就是许多人，你明白吗？也许是难以计数的许多人！（贪婪的多数！）一个人不应该去了解另一个人的任何事，这会碍事的。当我和儿子在一起时，他（她？），不，是那个写信给你和爱你的物体，就不应当在旁边。当我和你在一起的时候--也一样。孤独和隔绝。甚至在自己内心里（不仅仅--在自己身边），我也不想有同谋。因此在生活中，我是虚伪的（也就是说，是封闭的，当被迫说话时，便是虚伪的），不过在另一种生活中，我是以正值而著称的---我就是这样。我无法与人分享。”

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     “你是我的绝对，你从头到脚都是一个火热的，具体化了的构思，就像我一样，你就是对我的一份难以置信的奖赏，是奖励我的出生和我的徘徊，我对上帝的信仰和我的屈辱的。”

                                                                ---《抒情诗的呼吸》

      这表示我开始读抒情诗的呼吸了。

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      “你也一定不相信我，这时候我可真是掉下眼泪了。
       亲爱的洛里斯，你要还有那么一丝半毫喜欢我，你可千万不要相信我。”

                                                            ---亲爱的洛里斯

       起床的时候我想从F到P大概就10条街而已。

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