http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9QcfJoyaZE#

 

 

 

 

 

我在无边无际的黑暗里跑着。

那黑暗好像浓墨一般，染透了空气，染上我的手指。

想逃脱，却看不见前面的路。

 

遇见的人，都不肯与我同行。

我无法开口乞求，虽然我渴望陪伴。

 

醒来告诉涛涛，他说你心里如此孤独啊。

乍听了很可笑，我从不承认自己孤独。这个词向来与我无关。

 

然而坐定了，回想夜里紧紧抱着绒毛熊的情形，眼泪就流下来了。

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

 

 

 

说真的，发生了什么，我也不记得了。。我不是要故意煽情。。只是今天的气温太暖，我又独自在办公室，关了灯，开了窗，放着音乐。同样的情境，更容易点着回忆。。呵呵，我又不自觉的留意起门外的脚步声。。这年岁，真实的日子也仿佛幻梦。。明明是失去了，却仿佛根本不曾拥有过。。

 

自我保护，呵呵。说起来要认真谢谢Terry。。。说起来，我真不会表达。当我感动的时候，我就很努力的大笑或者岔开去。。我原本不该也不敢再盼望着别的什么，这点东西却被他看了出来。。也让我又有些厌烦自己。。我不是不需要，只是当我说着"help me"的时候，我总是用胳膊肘把所有前来的人都隔开。。大概这就是为什么我那么喜欢被拥抱的感觉。。我们不要说话，不要碰到我的心，只要让我靠在你的怀里。。

 

如今把自己埋的更深了，连醉了都说不出心里话。。活的好浅。。那本书说的很对，我们在逃避真相，在逃避直面绝望的感觉，因为怕痛。但是，我们唯有通过绝望才能重获希望，如同主通过死亡而战胜了死亡一样。。

 

 

掌灯时分，山前落了两三点雨。一顿饭的功夫，云已然散去，夜也淘净了。

星光特别好，不是金色的，是蓝色，冰莹莹的，仿佛那只水晶项坠。

我默默的说，看看星星吧，你，和你们。

 

很想去山顶，去一片安息了的土地，仿佛婴儿睡在夜的帐幕下。

那时，我会听到他的呼吸，我会在时空的罅隙里，更体会他的心。

 

摇了摇一茎垂下来的树枝，水滴飞溅起来，在灯光底下，好像烟花般绚丽。

 

看看那夜，那么深邃的宇宙，直到自己也融了进去，才油然生出敬畏的情绪。

才愿意把这颗碎芥的心，这个微尘般的身躯和蜉蝣似的生命交给他

 

明白么，天上所有的星，都在为他闪耀，也都在为我闪耀

 

 

 

 

 

"I used to play a game with my two children when they were young. I would clutch some pennies in my hand and allow them to pry open my fingers to get the coins. My children would sit on my lap and work feverishly to get the money. Once they captured the coins, they would scream with delight and jump down to treasure their prize. I loved having my youngsters laugh and play while sitting on my lap. The pennies were insignificant."

 

 

 

 

 

离开你，我会时常为自己的愚蠢而自嘲。

 

如果地球不绕着太阳转，它的自转也没有了意义。

 

无论我做什么，说什么，努力什么，若我在你的眼中没有价值，我在任何别处也没有价值。

 

每一个呼吸，每一个笑容，每一把声音，每一步的前行，丢到时空的广袤里，没有回音就消逝了。

 

若不是你在望着我。

 

 

午夜的时候，我又出去看了下星空。它们在我的眼睛里闪亮。

 

我是愚蠢的，我原本也想做一个让你骄傲的人，现在却满心都是亏负。

 

 

我终于明白了jealous的本质。。在你望着我的时候，我明白了你的心。。

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

一个人在办公室坐着，忽然想起南大的校园来。北大楼前的草坪，外院四围的树，还有物理楼前那一株宁谧的白玉兰。我曾遍遍涉足的土地，目光所流连过的屋壁飞檐，自习教室里的气味，食堂的烟火，水漫了的南园路灯，落雪般的樱花季，阳光下金色的七叶树，夏日的喷泉，菊花茶绿豆汤菠萝啤。。青岛路上早春的粉色蔷薇，南秀村的白木香，雨夜的梧桐树，大学口的牛排店，汉口路的面馆，失踪了的丹丹泡饭。。。七年的肌肤之亲，想忘也是忘不得的。。

 

 

Once upon a time there was a robot, named R1 by its creators. Its only task was to fend for itself. One day its designers arranged for it to learn that its spare battery, its precious energy supply, was locked in a room with a time bomb set to go off soon. R1 located the room, and the key to the door, and formulated a plan to rescue its battery. There was a wagon in the room, and the battery was on the wagon, and R1 hypothesized that a certain action which it called PULLOUT (Wagon, Room, t) would result in the battery being removed from the room. Straightaway it acted, and did succeed in getting the battery out of the room before the bomb went off. Unfortunately, however, the bomb was also on the wagon. R1 knew that the bomb was on the wagon in the room, but didn't realize that pulling the wagon would bring the bomb out along with the battery. Poor R1 had missed that obvious implication of its planned act.

Back to the drawing board. `The solution is obvious,' said the designers. `Our next robot must be made to recognize not just the intended implications of its acts, but also the implications about their side-effects, by deducing these implications from the descriptions it uses in formulating its plans.' They called their next model, the robot-deducer, R1D1. They placed R1D1 in much the same predicament that R1 had succumbed to, and as it too hit upon the idea of PULLOUT (Wagon, Room, t) it began, as designed, to consider the implications of such a course of action. It had just finished deducing that pulling the wagon out of the room would not change the colour of the room's walls, and was embarking on a proof of the further implication that pulling the wagon out would cause its wheels to turn more revolutions than there were wheels on the wagon - when the bomb exploded.

Back to the drawing board. `We must teach it the difference between relevant implications and irrelevant implications,' said the designers, `and teach it to ignore the irrelevant ones.' So they developed a method of tagging implications as either relevant or irrelevant to the project at hand, and installed the method in their next model, the robot-relevant-deducer, or R2D1 for short. When they subjected R2D1 to the test that had so unequivocally selected its ancestors for extinction, they were surprised to see it sitting, Hamlet-like, outside the room containing the ticking bomb, the native hue of its resolution sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, as Shakespeare (and more recently Fodor) has aptly put it. `Do something!' they yelled at it. 'I am,' it retorted. `I'm busily ignoring some thousands of implications I have determined to be irrelevant. Just as soon as I find an irrelevant implication, I put it on the list of those I must ignore, and...' the bomb went off.

 

 

 

 

我相信 爱的本质一如
生命的单纯与温柔
我相信 所有的
光与影的反射和相投

我相信 满树的花朵
只源於冰雪中的一粒种子
我相信 三百篇诗
反复述说著的 也就只是
年少时没能说出的
那一个字

我相信 上苍一切的安排
我也相信 如果你愿与我
一起去追溯
在那遥远而谦卑的源头之上
我们终於会互相明白