接二连三的论文折磨得人萎靡不振，对，就是萎靡不振。暂时找不到更合适的词替换。

已经连续一周没shopping和煮东西了，面食和pizza已经吃得反胃了 -_-''

就在这样艰苦的情况下，我发扬了‘大无畏的精神’完成了初稿。

就在这时，饭局居然也自动找上门来，哦~~真是太幸福！！^_^

感谢主！感谢lingling！！

点评：

美味！绝对是美味！对于几日未曾正常进食的我，这简直·#￥#￥#%！！！！

再次感谢主，感谢lingling！！

 

 

第一次在电台听到这篇<the flowing years>时，起初只是以为又是哪个午夜节目的煽情情书，没想到配上缓缓的背景音乐和男主持低沉的嗓音，居然有感人至深的效果，许久都没缓过神来。突然，想起了宋词中，苏轼的那篇江城子，“十年生死两茫茫。不思量，自难忘。千里孤坟、无处话凄凉。纵使相逢应不识、尘满面，鬓如霜。 夜来幽梦忽还乡。小轩窗，正梳妆。相顾无言，惟有泪千行，料得年年断肠处，明月夜，短松冈。”都是悼念亡妻的美文，异曲同工，但从中也体会出不少中西差异。

前者乍听之下，绝不会有悼文的感觉，如同情侣间的私语，描绘的都是甜蜜时光；而后者着墨于未亡人的凄凉处境。一甜一苦，自是不同的感受。前者注重生前细节描述，娓娓道来，如同闲话家常；后者借景寄情表达怀念之情。前者直言在不久的将来将相伴于天堂；后者借梦境重圆。

咀嚼之余，发现前者表达的是对亡妻爱情的忠贞，自始至终两人的爱情丝毫不曾褪色，而后者字里行间更多的感情和亲情了。据说苏轼一生中的挚爱并非其发妻，而是一个侍妾。但何以又能写出如此情深意切的悼文，也许只能解释为感情了，习惯了生活中有你，不可缺少。

CO说本人近来过于理智和现实，风格也太过调侃了，那今天我就感性一把了~~都听起悼文了~够感性吧~~

ps：附上英文悼文，实在是很感人。
Can it really be sixty-two years ago that I first saw you?

It is truly a lifetime, I know. But as I gaze into your eyes now, it seems like only yesterday that I first saw you, in that small cafe in Hanover Square.

From the moment I saw you smile, as you opened the door for that young mother and her newborn baby. I knew. I knew that I wanted to share the rest of my life with you.

I still think of how foolish I must have looked, as I gazed at you, that first time. I remember watching you intently, as you took off your hat and loosely shook your short dark hair with your fingers. I felt myself becoming immersed in your every detail, as you placed your hat on the table and cupped your hands around the hot cup of tea, gently blowing the steam away with your pouted lips.

From that moment, everything seemed to make perfect sense to me. The people in the cafe and the busy street outside all disappeared into a hazy blur. All I could see was you.

All through my life I have relived that very first day. Many, many times I have sat and thought about that the first day, and how for a few fleeting moments I am there, feeling again what is like to know true love for the very first time. It pleases me that I can still have those feelings now after all those years, and I know I will always have them to comfort me.

Not even as I shook and trembled uncontrollably in the trenches, did I forget your face. I would sit huddled into the wet mud, terrified, as the hails of bullets and mortars crashed down around me. I would clutch my rifle tightly to my heart, and think again of that very first day we met. I would cry out in fear, as the noise of war beat down around me. But, as I thought of you and saw you smiling back at me, everything around me would become silent, and I would be with you again for a few precious moments, far from the death and destruction. It would not be until I opened my eyes once again, that I would see and hear the carnage of the war around me.

I cannot tell you how strong my love for you was back then, when I returned to you on leave in the September, feeling battered, bruised and fragile. We held each other so tight I thought we would burst. I asked you to marry me the very same day and I whooped with joy when you looked deep into my eyes and said "yes" to being my bride.

I'm looking at our wedding photo now, the one on our dressing table, next to your jewellery box. I think of how young and innocent we were back then. I remember being on the church steps grinning like a Cheshire cat, when you said how dashing and handsome I looked in my uniform. The photo is old and faded now, but when I look at it, I only see the bright vibrant colors of our youth. I can still remember every detail of the pretty wedding dress your mother made for you, with its fine delicate lace and pretty pearls. If I concentrate hard enough, I can smell the sweetness of your wedding bouquet as you held it so proudly for everyone to see.

I remember being so over enjoyed, when a year later, you gently held my hand to your waist and whispered in my ear that we were going to be a family.

I know both our children love you dearly; they are outside the door now, waiting.

Do you remember how I panicked like a mad man when Jonathon was born? I can still picture you laughing and smiling at me now, as I clumsily held him for the very first time in my arms. I watched as your laughter faded into tears, as I stared at him and cried my own tears of joy.

Sarah and Tom arrived this morning with little Tessie. Can you remember how we both hugged each other tightly when we saw our tiny granddaughter for the first time? I can't believe she will be eight next month. I am trying not to cry, my love, as I tell you how beautiful she looks today in her pretty dress and red shiny shoes, she reminds me so much of you that first day we met. She has her hair cut short now, just like yours was all those years ago. When I met her at the door her smile wrapped around me like a warm glove, just like yours used to do, my darling.

I know you are tired, my dear, and I must let you go. But I love you so much and it hurts to do so.

As we grew old together, I would tease you that you had not changed since we first met. But it is true, my darling. I do not see the wrinkles and grey hair that other people see. When I look at you now, I only see your sweet tender lips and youthful sparkling eyes as we sat and had our first picnic next to that small stream, and chased each other around that big old oak tree. I remember wishing those first few days together would last forever. Do you remember how exciting and wonderful those days were?

I must go now, my darling. Our children are waiting outside. They want to say goodbye to you.

I wipe the tears away from my eyes and bend my frail old legs down to the floor, so that I can kneel beside you. I lean close to you and take hold of your hand and kiss your tender lips for the very last time.

Sleep peacefully my dear.

I am sad that you had to leave me, but please don't worry. I am content, knowing I will be with you soon. I am too old and too empty now to live much longer without you.

I know it won't be long before we meet again in that small cafe in Hanover Square.

Goodbye, my darling wife.

 

也许是周末的缘故，

msn上的好友都从“忙碌”改为“离开”了，

说明情况均有所好转。

值得高兴一番。

周末愉快啦~

11：30被火警测试惊醒，

突然倍感压力，

是非常非常有压力的那种，

姑娘我要闭关学习几日。

 

 

发现近来筒子们都很懒，自留地里都是一片荒芜，blog，msn空间都许久没有更新。当然，我更懒，我是这股歪风的始作俑者，特召开本博的首次记者招待会，进行肃风运动。

 

记者甲：为什么这么久不更新，你知道我们每天上来看着千天一律的界面是什么心情吗？

答：非常非常抱歉，近来实在是论文缠身。而且在随之的几个月中仍然会有不断的论文。但是可以保证的是以后这种不更新的状态不会再有了。毕竟我每天去你们的blog时，也有同感呀~~

 

记者乙：我们都做了你的链接，你怎么都不做？太不公平了吧。

 

答：不是有意的~我曾做过，但是换了界面后再也填不上去。同时，也是出于对大家的保护，知道我这个blog的人很多，朋友，同学，同事，学生，都是熟人。如果链上，那您也就暴露了。如果您不介意，请告诉我。

 

记者丙：。。。。。。。。。

答：没问题了？那我就自己说了，今天，回顾了下自己的博克，没想到，不知不觉中，断断续续中，写了近3年了。都是些废话，但还算真诚。有那么多的人来看过了，非常开心。哈哈。哪天流量过1万了，派送小纪念品哦~~哈哈~~有点像促销了~~ps：以上发言不针对本空间，是本人博克的，嘻嘻。

 

ok，招待会到此结束。over。

头重脚轻的完成早餐工程

连喝两杯无糖的浓咖啡

walkman的音量推高两格

眼皮异常沉重的出门

各位司机，今晨一定要小心驾驶呀。。。。

 

------------------一夜无眠严重嗜睡的分割线------------------

 

昨日还在阳光下灿烂的樱花

一夜风雨，花落满地，如一地粉色的泪海

风乍起，长裙姑娘优雅地穿越樱花雨中

那姑娘为什么不是我呢？？？

 

------------------神志不清上学路上的分割线------------------

 

教授缓慢的语调如同催眠曲般动听

角落的座位安全而舒适

前奏十分顺利

我的名字在空气中流动

教授怎么记住我的？？？

 

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交完一篇论文

我要自由的呼吸

我要轻快的步伐

我要明媚的心情

一场大雨

瞬间浇熄

 

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