海魂儿Chasing Somewhere Oceanic

这是一片海  很深很蓝很美

这是一幅画  很真很恬很静

这是一座桥  很古很朴很素

这是一句话  很轻很甜很痒

这是一个人  很特很别很难想象

看似很美的谓必真的美

看似easy的谓必真的easy

看似可以目空一切的,到最后可能只是欲盖弥彰

只能说在这个又复杂又险恶又美好的world 我能做的只是以自己的不变应万变

只要是不簇及我的最底线 到最后都可以笑谈世人的behaviour&action

若是不小心越过雷池了,haha you dont wanna know what i gonna do...

有时候也相当的困惑 人为什麽就不能相信人了 就算是一个陌生的人

人为什麽做了就不敢认了 就算是一个素昧平生的人 虽然在心里也曾觉的他是个不错的人

人为什麽会这麽没有安全感了...

换做是我  我不会这样去对待一个在我心里觉的是个很不错的人

However, the point is you not me and me is not you.

虽然有点小不快 毕竟是用真心对人, 还误认为已是朋友了 但后来也就想通了 没事 有些人就是那样

只要我心里有个小太阳 管它是阴天晴天

早上一睁开眼 我的小太阳就升起了  而切是高高的从我心里的东方冉冉升起

恩....阳光普照心田 真舒服

今天说是会有龙卷风  我等呀等呀等  没等到

落叶飘飘 阴雨绵绵   此时此刻心有一玄

若为人前 甘为人后   此情此景嗅有一糜

心有所愿 夜有所眠   此睦此瞳终有一见

------哈哈  抒情完毕 准备睡觉

我一直以为死亡这两个字眼 对于我而言好遥好远

一直到最近一位挚友的父亲 踏鹤西去 我忽然觉得人真的很脆弱

就那一瞬间 一切烟消云散

就像这位友人的父亲 不声不响中和这个他生活了差不多60年的世界说了句goodbye

这位世叔伯一向是属于如果你不和他先start a conversation 他是完全安安静静的坐在椅子上看书 而不搭理人的那种

并不是说高傲 而是以前上男子小学,中学,高中而遗留下来的交流障碍

说实话 我以前真的没有很喜欢他 也怕去拜访

只是柰何于这个世界并不是你要怎麽转 他就是怎麽转

再怎麽迁强 法定节日还是要登门拜访

还好我们最爱的动物都是海豚 这样就稍微有点话聊

我还记的他开刀的前一天  我们一起去吃了中餐 算是照顾我了

也许是为了感谢我去看他

那个手术有整整10个钟头...

不是说 谋事在天 成事在人

术后是有一些感人的点点滴滴

我想说的是 为什麽人总是要在弥留之际 才会appreciate感情的珍贵

与家人的阁阂一直到那一刻才解开

为什麽要那麽久的时间

重点是也没有last很久

做为一个外人 真的是不该说那麽多

但人与人之间 多一份理解 多一份支持 多一份谅解

这样人是不是会活的更开心点呢

不管怎样  希望他一路走好

古埃及的金字塔 奇异的构造 妙灵的内在

早在很久以前就炒起了全球的"考古热"

很多的科学家在抖胆探险后 有的变痴有的变傻有的莫名其妙的死亡

随之各种各样的遥言谬论充斥着人们的耳朵

法老们咒语的功力 木乃伊自保的法力 在让世人惊叹的同时

源自于人的想象力和猜彻力给这一切涂上了一层浓厚的神秘色彩

是人 是鬼  是妖 笃传了这一切

以前 蕃茄有个nickname叫做"毒苹果"

是因为他和Apple长的有点象 红红的实体 绿绿的顶端

那时人们是把他当盆栽一样在养 可观而不可食

忘了是哪国的科学家当是为了向大家证明 世间有些话是不可信的

当时就在lab的他 试吃了一下

在大家都在担心害怕的时候 用自己的行为证实了世言的可笑

做了"第一个吃螃蟹的人"

我不爱咖啡 不爱西餐 不爱甜点蛋糕

我爱茶 爱中餐 爱ice cream(有点小对冲哈哈)

这就是我 的确是有点小难搞

暖暖的午后 喝一杯茶 对着自己自说自话

用老妈的话说就是人一定要保持精神健康 态度积极 目标明确

我还在努力ing 哈哈

人生和骑马是一样的道理

你可能会看到一望无垠的大草原 也可能看到黯淡无光的沼泽 也可能一直走到悬崖边才让马儿停下来

当然也有可能狠狠的从马背上摔下来 轻者皮肉伤  重者骨头断

所以啦 "技术问题"是相当重要

片片落叶 片片情

随风摇曳 树晃影

小河流水 饮秋赋

独有一人 空想念

若是古巴比伦的空中花园 还在

那该有多好

也许就不会有 The Iraq War了

The gates of his heart were flung open, and his joy flew far over the sea.And he closed his eyes and prayed in the silence of his soul.

As he descended the hill, a sadness came upon him, and he thought in his heart:

How shall i go in peace and without sorrow?Nay, not without a wound in the spirit shall i leave this city.

Long were the days of pain i have spent within its walls, and long were the nights of aloneness;and who can depart from his pain and his aloneness without regret?

If in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure

It is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed

For love is sufficient unto love

Love has no other desire but tofulfil itself

If you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night

To know the pain of too much tenderness

To be wounded by yout own understanding of love

And to bleed willingly and joyfully

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy

To return home at eventide with gratitude

And then sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips

Love one another, but make not a bond of love

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping

For only the hand of life can contain your hearts

And stand together yet not too near together

For the pilliars of the temple stand apart

And oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow

Patient, over patient, is the captain of my ship

The wind blows, and restless are the sails

Even the rudder begs direction

Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence

And these my mariners, who have heard the choir of the greater sea, they too have heard me patiently

Now they shall wait no longer

I am ready

When you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing

When you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance