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雪 如果住在一个地方一阵子，却总也说不出彼地的名字，会是怎样的尴尬，还是说，会是怎样的惬意。走在街头，没有干扰，没有虚饰，也可能没有向下蔓延的向往。 I am Cold, so Put on Your Clothes.
Winter's sunlight's still burning my eye, silver's fire's still bereaving my life. 冬天的阳光仍在灼烧我的外在，银器的火焰仍在剥夺我的内在。 Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
by Wystan Hugh Auden (1907-1973) The Vampire Diaries Stefan Salvatore is portrayed to be very handsome and will do anything for Elena. He loves her dearly and doesn't want her to get hurt so he does everything he can to protect Elena, even if it means killing his own brother. Stefan goes through a lot of terrible events and even though he might suffer he never gives up on trying to live a normal life with his beloved Elena. 收获的季节秋天浸满了离树枯叶的黄与离夏不设防的寒。带着耳机，唯一的有形财产、漫步于悲寂败叶之上；鞋与叶的摩擦声，风声与呼啸而过的汽车声只能将这一季节定性为寂寞的季节。
镜子里的自己可能不再像是自己，镜子向说了谎；不同的人却还是不同的人：思想、理想甚至于妄想和幻想也不见得有什么例外。不过或许这寂寞的季节也不见得只有冷清，他也可以像是一杯咖啡，凉了之后，别有一番滋味。
五天前的手术还没拆线就跑了回来；不是为了不想继续打针，不是不想寂寞，不是贪婪团聚，祭奠这空虚着的季节。面对现实的生活无法乐观，平凡面前也无法悲观，静待蜕变的冬。 Three Days从《绝顶》，可以知道凭借双腿交替地走着，就是多么的幸福。
从《折磨》，可以知道纵然自由顺畅的呼吸，就是多么的幸福。
从旅行，可以知道不用再睁开眼睛去识万象，就是多么的幸福。
从哲学，可以知道面对生活而后更好地生活，就是多么的幸福。
女人可以佯作柔弱，男人可以顺势壮硕，是和谐吗，还是不是。
可以任赤裸的身体在街道上闲逛，脱壳的灵魂在空虚中游荡呢。
From THE ACME, to know walking on the alternative steps, is the so much happier.
From TORMENTED, breathing freely and smoothly, yet is the so much the same.
From traveling, needless to open the eyes for all social phenomena on earth.
From philosophy, how to face life so as to live much better, at large.
Women could pretend to be limp, and men robust reasonably, harmony, or not.
Naked , body could be wandering on the street, but dejacketed while soul roaming in vanity? TrinityDays become nearer and nearer, winter, National Day, holidays or self-sufficiency.
Temperament becomes softer and softer, ageing, finalization, deposition or actuality-acceptance. Life becomes more and more serene, smile, tolerance, skin or inner beauty. When Parents Become KidsWhen tears seem to slide from her face for grievance.
When trains of his thought could never be relocated.
I realize they've already been becoming old, as old as kids.
Then comes the end of my adolescence.
This morning, she first told me that she had no inclination to live any longer.
This morning, she first bursted into outrage after the consciousness regained.
She cried, and he knew nothing about it at all.
I should have talked with him or eased her.
I only support his training for recovery with hand and vigor.
I only encourage her confidence to stay beautiful with cosmetics and sympathy. BeWhere to stay, what to enjoy, to taste culture and sentiment are still who alongside. Alternatives-DearWhether we have choices is ambiguous to verdict.
Whether we are competent to make any decisions still depends.
In this sprouting time.
What I harvested is not only an unconditioned offer from Macquarie.
But an opportunity to know who Dad is:
Who is just as a giant, walking me on the children's playground, holding my hand.
Who is just as a host, sitting me on the police car imprisoning me, keeping a straight face.
Who is just as a houseman, riding me on his bike, taking me to IELTS.
Who is Dad, perhaps never possessing the strength to open eyes, lying in bed.
I am still waiting here, with my dad left and mom right, reuniting in the sickroom.
Future, please come to see me, and get me back. Prison BreakIt's just come to the end. There are high technology, there are belles, there are luxurious casinos while prisons. Yet perhaps the most impressive is not those above but the last scene with the title on the gravestone:
Husband, Father, Brother, Uncle, Friend
Be the change you want to see in the world 如想象一样 As Was Expected Far as the eye extends, all are becoming golden from bice in the prostemmatic cornfield. Antiquated autos as their exhausts coming and going turned out to be illegible or just negligible around this natural country in the sky. It is P.M. now, with the blazing sun burning yet me a little bit cool for the spring breeze or summer. Hair, face and skin are pretty debonair, so is the sneakers and suit's comfort. Freeways like this could be strolled for ages and ages, and for sure fond of this feeling of being pushed by wind from back forward. Perhaps the only defect what's to be needed is a piece of soul, entering the imminent zoetic body. 遥至双眸再无延伸之处，麦田地里的一切都正在经由绿色变成黄。过往的破车在这天下的自然乡郊像他们的尾气一样显得微乎其微。现在是下午，骄阳夭夭，却还是被春风，也或者是夏风吹得发凉。头发，脸和皮肤都很清爽，衣服和鞋也很舒服。这样的路可以被走很久很久，也很喜欢风从背后推过前方的感觉。唯一稀缺的可能只是一柱灵魂，进驻即将温暖的身体。 512 When lives ceased abruptly, their soul should be sustained by us alive. Mom, I love you.When I was really really young, Mom led an undisturbed life with me and Dad in a bungalow located in which we called 724. Every time I wore my monthly-new backpack subsidized by my lucky money from Grandpa, I stepped out of the damp doorsill wetted by a vat nearside for pickled cabbages; I rambled to the corner and had a peep at the bungalow. Mom was right standing there. I will never remember the details since my undiagnosed amnesia, but one sure thing I realize clearly is there is a smile on her face, no sound, no wave. It's just beautiful and satisfied.
我很小很小的时候，我们一家都住在724的一个小平房里。每次我背着爷爷的压岁钱买来了书包，每次我迈出被酸菜缸染得潮湿的瓷缸；每次我溜达到路口，偷偷地回头瞅我的家。妈妈就站在那儿。可能是得了健忘症，细节真的是一点也记不起来了。但有一点我很清楚，她的脸上有笑容，没有声音，没有招手。只是一种美与满足。 Painted Skin If we all need faces painted, could we have hearts unveiled for each other? Susan And PaulNo dating, doesn't mean we cannot be a good person. Write You In My StoryHello, now, my dream comes true. To Do ListGo to America, Australia, Japan, France, Italy, Britain, Rome and New Zealand.  Have a bookshelf with really a lot of books. Lose weight to 110. To be a translator, interpreter, tour guide. Keep a dog (Labrador retriever), a cat and a lot of fishes. Speak English and Japanese as native speakers. Have my own house but with neighbors. Help the others as much as possible. Show true colors of myself. To be continued 阿桑 Travel aloneSilent as usual
Death as beauty of autumn leaves
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