<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:20:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>生命</title><subtitle type='html'>行到水穷处，坐看云起时。</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-7491725970280547335</id><published>2009-05-05T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:18:15.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>立夏</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;又一个惊惶而激动的夏天来了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;没有争辩，没有纠结。你看，你看，一切都会平静而幸福的悄悄行进着。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你只需要，轻轻的，轻轻的，微笑着，凝望着，沉思着。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-7491725970280547335?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7491725970280547335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/7491725970280547335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/7491725970280547335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='立夏'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-7271597113735859079</id><published>2009-04-06T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:27:29.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>花</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdymOmKWLoI/AAAAAAAAANM/pWNT4j_7Vhc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322311629337407106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdymOmKWLoI/AAAAAAAAANM/pWNT4j_7Vhc/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/Sdyl-th-TrI/AAAAAAAAANE/3bWZ9G6AXB4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322311356437647026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/Sdyl-th-TrI/AAAAAAAAANE/3bWZ9G6AXB4/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdyhIn4dLRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vf6beyxlfrk/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322306029161884946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdyhIn4dLRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Vf6beyxlfrk/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdorBDrnwqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-TVaEKX98Oo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321613206859793058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdorBDrnwqI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-TVaEKX98Oo/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-7271597113735859079?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7271597113735859079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/7271597113735859079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/7271597113735859079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='花'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SdymOmKWLoI/AAAAAAAAANM/pWNT4j_7Vhc/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-6603559999771478058</id><published>2009-03-20T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:13:37.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>春分</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;细雨落花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;清梦红茶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;疏桐碎柳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;微光点星泪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-6603559999771478058?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6603559999771478058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/6603559999771478058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/6603559999771478058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_20.html' title='春分'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-8791714643976287122</id><published>2009-03-15T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:25:02.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>十四春</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/Sb0Z4nSTpaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1C7FGFcC7kc/s1600-h/DSC04026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431595776189858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/Sb0Z4nSTpaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1C7FGFcC7kc/s320/DSC04026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我在花蕊这边紧张的张望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你是否 会在绿叶后面向我露出一只温柔的 闪闪发光的红眼睛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你没有来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;也永远不会来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;此后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;静寂是永久的花丛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-8791714643976287122?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8791714643976287122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/8791714643976287122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/8791714643976287122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_15.html' title='十四春'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/Sb0Z4nSTpaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1C7FGFcC7kc/s72-c/DSC04026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-3921971397521587618</id><published>2009-02-27T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:34:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你的时间有限，所以不要浪费时间活在别人的生活里。不要被信条所迷惑——盲从信条是活在别人的生活里。不要让任何人的意见淹没你内在的心声。最重要的是，拥有跟随内心和直觉的勇气。你的内心和直觉知道你真正想成为什么样的人。任何其他事物都是次要的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-3921971397521587618?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3921971397521587618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/3921971397521587618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/3921971397521587618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-106395358162354811</id><published>2009-02-25T20:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:59:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>弃文从商</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;所有的人都吃了一惊。只有某金在交大东十九栋七楼某室欣慰而得意的笑了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在这个一半温暖如初夏一半寒凉似深秋的二月里，有的人一如既往坚定的追随着遥远的梦想，有的人否定了又否定挣扎了又挣扎。这也许是我有生以来最不坚定的最无助的时候，其实做一个决定并不难，难的是真正的说服我的内心。也许哥哥和金苦口婆心的劝说的确击中了我最虚弱的地方，也许只有自己才最清楚心里越来越强烈的不安和纠结。也许是时候绕一个弯，也许真的需要绕一个弯。虽然暂时无法预料拐完这道弯之后会遇到怎样的风景，我依然想说，最初的坚持始终是我最终的坚持。我需要一些漫漫时光里的等待和积淀，一些舍弃和追问，才能走到自己想去的地方。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;很喜欢《哪一站》里的“不到终点，无法预言”一句，与大家共勉。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-106395358162354811?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/106395358162354811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/106395358162354811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/106395358162354811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_25.html' title='弃文从商'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-447143793533905054</id><published>2009-02-12T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:43:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无题</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;刚才统计了一下，这个寒假在家29天总共看了37部电影。乍一看这个数字，虽然事先就有心理准备，还是吃了一大惊。似乎最多的一天看了4到5部，并且我看电影几乎一秒也不愿意错过。所以，现在我一点看电影的胃口也没有了，即使是从前极想看的一些也没有兴趣:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这一次回学校，不准备把电脑带去了。我想过一段远离网络的清静生活，这样的生活对于我来说，已经是太遥远的事情了。我想，在这越来越浓盛的沉静朗润的春光里，沐着暖暖的春风，认真的读几月书。而这里，也许不会再有更新（除了，若拍了极有感觉的图会传上来以外），所以，大家不必太记念这里了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;明日返校。祝自己一路顺风。一路顺风。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-447143793533905054?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/447143793533905054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/447143793533905054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/447143793533905054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_12.html' title='无题'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-3757982879960680220</id><published>2009-02-09T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:30:39.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>月上柳枝头。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;今天我纠结了一天究竟是“月上柳枝头”呢还是“月上柳梢头”。反复的念前一句，老是觉得不对劲；念后一句，也有一种怪怪的感觉。跑去问哥哥，他仔细的想了一下，很确定的说应该是“月上柳枝头”，我再念就不觉得不对劲了。刚才还是不放心，于是google了一下，居然后一句才是原诗。我的感觉果然还是很准的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;生查子•元夕&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;欧阳修 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;去年元夜时， 花市灯如昼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;月上柳梢头， 人约黄昏后。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;今年元夜时， 月与灯依旧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;不见去年人， 泪满春衫袖。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;本来想好好记一下今年的元宵节，20多年来过的最有趣最开心的一次，把这首诗一贴，我又失语了。SO，勉力记之。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;下午 阳光 群星广场 马路 电影院 公交 一中 柔香 黄花 夕阳 相机 桥 倒影 青苔 垃圾桶 超市 雪糕 教学楼 二楼 四楼 五楼 三楼 二楼 一楼 宣传栏 路 逸夫楼 黑板 烟花 集贤广场 7点 谢沛东 操场 竹 跑道 食堂 金龙卡 热狗 开水 路 野菊花 乒乓球台 篮球场 网球场 。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;。。。如果某金早30分钟找我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果他没有如此的想念一中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果公交在路上坏了、在路上堵车了、开慢一点了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们在集贤广场上多耽误了一会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们在超市、二楼三楼四楼的任何一楼多流连了几分钟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们没有看到黑板上的通知&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果他执意回去和谢沛东一起看烟花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果他决定早点和妹妹一起回广水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们在食堂买到饭了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果没有去运动场&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们多拍了几次风中的菊花&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果断断续续的回忆再盛大一点，我们的步调再缓慢一点&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果接下来的路没有选择左边女生寝室右边教学楼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们没有一步一步的逼近女生寝室&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我没有进去的欲望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果金经受住了我的诱惑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果管理员发现了他并阻止他进去&lt;br /&gt;如果我们没有上去找曾经的寝室&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们上楼快一点&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我少拍了一次月亮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我们只是微驻片刻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果叶神没有打电话过来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果她没有让我们多拍点照片给她看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果我在听到了管理员的喊声后有所警觉而下楼了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;如果以上任何一个如果发生了，我们便可以舒服的走出寝室，在集贤广场看一场华丽的烟火，或者早点回到应山，喂饱我们饥饿的胃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你看，这个世界上没有如果，但是有数不清的但是。生活从来一开始便是一出让我们哭笑不得甚至痛苦悲伤也不可避免的悲剧，但是最后我们一定可以看到一个满意圆满的喜剧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;确定出不去以后，某金激动极了，（笑）。我很明白他的担忧，一中的女生寝室严令男生不可擅自进入，即便和管理员说好话也许也很难进去。假若管理员发现他闯进来了，并将此案移交给难缠的学工组，接着认识的老师也知道了，金在这里三年的美誉估计要全毁了。。。他跟在我后面“气急败坏”的说：“这个元宵节过的太有趣了，真不是一般的有趣。。。”狂笑。。。其实我最担心的是可能会错过7点的烟花。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;自救。我直接想到了彭老师。金直接否定了这个提议，为了不破坏他在彭老师心目中美好的形象。（严重鄙视此人！）好吧，我也很“畏惧”彭老师来解救我们之后的长篇大论，那就另谋他计吧。同样被困在这里的另一个高一小女生向我们提供了另一个线索：向她的班主任黄某求救。可惜，大费周折找到的手机号拨过去关机了。向外面偶尔路过的同学求救失败以后，我终于放弃挣扎了，这时烟火表演已经开始，某金还要傻傻的守在栅栏门边等管理员。经过艰难的劝说，此人终于跟着我们爬上六楼，在某个女生寝室的窗口前欣赏烟火。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这也许不是我看过的最漂亮的烟火，却必是此生印象最深刻的几次之一。那时高楼挡出了烟火的一角，我们欣赏着这残缺的火树银花，亦是其乐融融。后来，我们换了一个更好的视角，笑，那些正在集贤广场和我们一起看烟火的高中女生们一会回到自己寝室以后如何也无法料想到这里刚刚上演的故事，这个奇妙的世界。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;心力交瘁 公交 应山 应台山公园 麻辣烫 羊肉串 汤圆 孔明灯 代桥 广水&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;十一点多，某金告诉我他刚刚做的一件事。想到自己最近做的一个决定，以及龙泪最近的改变，我真的无法言语了。许多从前以为永远不会发生的故事都在一件一件的上演，那些以为会一直坚守的人也终于离去。什么一定什么绝不什么永远，都不过是自己不堪的妄念。很些事情并不是绝对的，这个每一秒都在变化的世界怎么可以被轻易预言。我正在慢慢的变成一个，不再去想三天后的事情的人，一个及时行乐的人，一个只想要好好的珍惜此时拥有的人，一个在任何时候都可以流泪微笑的人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;电脑的问题越来越多了，我已经对它的蓝屏黑屏习惯了，从前不小心泼了点水都会紧张半天。总之，是时候重装了。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-3757982879960680220?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/3757982879960680220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/3757982879960680220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/3757982879960680220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_09.html' title='月上柳枝头。'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-6463233951993849223</id><published>2009-02-06T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:07:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>失语</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;失语，之于我来说，不是无话可说，而是无力或无心诉说。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;一个怀旧敏感情绪化自尊心极强时时无法安心的射手座女生必然会常常无故生出许多感慨或者纠结。自作自受。用金的话来说。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有些话，还是藏在心里任其慢慢腐烂比较好。或者学学人家大牛同学，写在手机里。再或者，找个无人认识的地方放心大胆的写。呐，我很鄙视第三种行为。但是也许我就要干这种事了。现在我一直在干自己很鄙视的事，还不想有任何改变，真讽刺。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我只是想说，我在这里写东西不安心了，不舒服了，不高兴了。如果在2009年以前，这便是我要再换个博客的前兆。好吧，现在我对自己说，就算是拼了小命，我也要在这里坚持写一年，至少一年！虽然也许下一次更新在三个月以后。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-6463233951993849223?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/6463233951993849223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/6463233951993849223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/6463233951993849223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_06.html' title='失语'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-6971019947317927057</id><published>2009-02-04T15:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:44:14.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>立春</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;立春，我们去踏春。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;和波在一中大门外见面，本来想去一中逛逛的，为了避免打扰到正在认真学知识的高中生，保安硬是不许我们进去。一中的优良传统啊。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在对面的房屋群里找到了我从前租住过的房子，那栋最别具风格的小楼，我曾经一出门便看见连仓皇转身逃离身影的小楼，那一栋洒满我的泪水的小楼，永远的小楼。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在名字已经忘记了的金榜书店里转了一会，我想起自己曾经非常鄙视这个名字的，现在却觉得那么亲切。买了一本北岛的《结局或开始》，也许是为了纪念，也许是想重温一下从前在这里买书的感觉，也许没有原因。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在这条熟悉的路上来来回回的走了几趟，我是走多少遍都不会觉得烦的，只是担心波会觉得无聊，于是提议一直向东走。一路走着说着笑着吃着（我们买了两个鞋板饼拿在手里啃，还从超市里捞了一堆可爱的小辣的，真好吃！），我看见了不远处那一片静静的山坡，从前在一中时，每天早晨出寝室门我会习惯性的欣赏一下东方的日出，虽然也有注意到这片沉默的山坡，却是从来也没有动过上去溜溜的念头。波很快领会了我的意思，我们又折向一条小路，逐渐靠近这座亲爱的山坡。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;原来这座山坡并不孤独，这里还安息着许多前辈的亡灵。兴之所至，我们在一条小路上放了点小野火。风在四下里呜呜的叫，红色的火苗诡异的跳跃流动。我不断的向一中的方向遥望，安静的夕阳在钟楼上方淡淡的洒落着光辉，一阵接一阵的山鸟在空中优雅的翩翩飘过，好似一段轻缓的奏鸣曲。我便是爱极了这深情无声的风景，也不敢去靠近半分。我在群山之中，我在世界之外。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;回程略显艰难，我们在一条杂草丛生的窄路上发现了一只美丽却不知名的死鸟。波让我回来一定弄清楚这鸟的名字，听他的口气似乎比我还要心疼一些。呐，怜香惜玉惯了么，矣不足为奇了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在一中门口分别，他要和爸妈一起回骆店。我们说好了今年一起游黄山，六十年后我去找他要那只打过火的木棒作拐杖。笑。年少的约定总是来得那么自然真诚而又热烈勇敢，这才是青春本色吧。纵使不知道以后会有如何无法料及的事情发生，有一些人，波、金、晨、蓉、琦、曼丽、young。。。这些像亲人一样环绕在我周围的人，即使不说话也觉得舒服亲切的人，跟他说话就像跟自己说话一样安心的人，便是我想要一生好好珍惜好好对待的宝贝，是我一个也不想也不能失去的珍贵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;春天，10个picse一起复活。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-6971019947317927057?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-4665221055945895184</id><published>2009-01-18T18:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:10:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>个性十足的文艺青年</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;蓉蓉惊呼该结果跟我很像，呐，我也觉得很符合我的个性。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我记得。。。我记得。。。我记得。。。去年的这个时候，我也做了一个测试，画了一栋很丑、很傻的房子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;怀旧是我的天性。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;点击这里看图文并茂的测评结果：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://match.lansin.com/cs/zy/report/report.php?txttype=A&amp;amp;sex=f&amp;amp;maintype=A"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://match.lansin.com/cs/zy/report/report.php?txttype=A&amp;amp;sex=f&amp;amp;maintype=A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;图片测评结果文字版：&lt;br /&gt;性格简笔画：&lt;br /&gt;　　话说，你就是当世失传已久的文艺青年！&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;一个100%的感觉型动物，凭着直觉，一心想过随心所欲的生活。&lt;/span&gt;这是你的个性，你的个性就是&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;淡泊里的天雷地火&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;　　你是一个王子（当然，也可以是一位公主），&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;心是你的王国&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;你喜欢把自己安置在想象的世界里，躲避俗世的叨扰。你的理想化让现实的齿轮很难在你身上压下印记。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　那些点线相交的枯燥生活怎能适合你呢？&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;机械化的人生，流水线般的生活，是你的噩梦。&lt;/span&gt;你总是创意无限，灵感来临的能量如同十个小宇宙一起爆发。&lt;br /&gt;　　你&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;冲动&lt;/span&gt;、&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;怀旧&lt;/span&gt;、&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;拥有骨子里的背叛&lt;/span&gt;和&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;无可救药的法国式浪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;漫&lt;/span&gt;。是不是已经有朋友跟你提过，你很有艺术气质？&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;爱情扫描仪：&lt;br /&gt;　　世界上95%的情诗、情歌都是由你们这类人创造的，那些打动你的人，在无数个夜里让你灵感如尿崩，一发不可收。而面对你的浪漫攻势，又有几个人能抗争到底。&lt;br /&gt;　　蓝心应该代表世界上所以花店、音乐厅、电影院等场所感谢你，你恋爱时的浪漫与浪费，惠及大众。&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;如果你的心上人没有浪漫的基因，太过于现实，相信对方很快失去你的兴趣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;当然，如果真正爱上一个人，要从你心底将其抽离，相信是一个非常痛苦的过程，你的敏感和怀旧，让你很难在恋爱的雨天中走出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;注意问题：&lt;br /&gt;　　追求个性并不是一件坏事，但有时候它可能会伤害别人，甚至伤害自己。毕竟社会是由不同个性的人组成的，如果每个人都任性去生活，可能就会伤害到其他人。因此，&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;学会换位思考很重要，在你尽情发挥个性的时候，试图站在别人的角度去考虑下问题，也许这会让你走得更顺利，更远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　你有些&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;情绪化&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;你的情绪比较容易受外界的影响，可能在短时间内会有很大的波动&lt;/span&gt;。而且，你&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;做事理想化，追求完美，有些不重实际，总想找找最简单、或者特别的方法去解决问题，但有时候，问题只能按部就班的一个细节一个细节去解决。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　不要忘记了，&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;世界上所谓的完美只是一个概念，真正的完美是不存在的。&lt;/span&gt;在你天马行空想象的同时，不妨考虑你计划的可行性，并静下心来，脚踏实地的去完成。&lt;br /&gt;　　不要让个性成为你的姿态，要让它成为你真正的生活状态。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;发展方向：&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;喜欢的工作要求具备艺术修养、创造力、表达能力和直觉，并将其用于语言、行为、声音、颜色和形式的审美、思索和感受，具备相应的能力。对于事务性的需要具体技能的工作，并不适宜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;　　如艺术方面（演员、导演、艺术设计师、雕刻家、建筑师、摄影家、广告制作人），&lt;br /&gt;　　音乐方面（歌唱家、作曲家、乐队指挥），&lt;br /&gt;　　文学方面（小说家、诗人、剧作家）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-4665221055945895184?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/4665221055945895184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/4665221055945895184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/4665221055945895184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_18.html' title='个性十足的文艺青年'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-3772851899220135042</id><published>2009-01-10T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:14:56.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一歌到底，谁解我心</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://otho.douban.com/lpic/s3514622.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px" alt="" src="http://otho.douban.com/lpic/s3514622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 《Slumdog Millionaire》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我是一个偏爱悲剧的人。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;比较喜剧的圆满，&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;悲剧的残缺更让人思考，它既是故事的终结，又是新一层精神王国的起点。&lt;/span&gt;最优秀悲剧的力量往往不可限量，莎士比亚的《李尔王》，雨果的《巴黎圣母院》，托尔斯泰的《安娜卡列尼娜》，而《红楼梦》更沦陷了多少代的文学好青年，个个心甘情愿，只愿长醉不愿醒。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;英国导演Danny Boyle就常常借助喜剧的外形讲述悲剧，比如成名作《猜火车》，色彩绚烂，荒诞可笑，但喜剧外壳包裹下的却是最为凄惨悲凉的故事。对比相同题材的《梦之安魂曲》，Danny Boyle的悲剧力量感是钝的，他不用大锤砸人，却偷偷的拿小刀片割人，&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;过程中只感觉些飕飕的凉意，事后才疼。疼也不尖锐，但长久，伤口无法愈合，一遇阴雨天必要再犯。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008年Danny Boyle导演的电影《贫民富翁》与以往他的喜剧式悲剧又有不同，相反，叫“悲剧式喜剧”恐怕更为合适。故事源自印度外交官Wikas Swarup的小说《问答》：印度孟买一位卑微的服务生参加了一个“谁想成为百万富翁”式的电视问答节目，结果这个没受过教育的下层贱民竟然赢得了十亿卢比。他自然要被人怀疑作弊，电视台制片人也没钱付款，于是串通警察把他扔进了监狱。故事围绕着服务生与辩护律师的会晤展开，通过这个没受过教育的贱民小人物的超戏剧性回忆，揭示出印度下层社会遭遇的种种不公与面临的困境，同时也展示了印度社会的发展变化，描绘出各阶层人民的众生相。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;电影《贫民富翁》加入了爱情作为线索，故事设计更为紧凑。主人公Jamal被警长严刑逼供，指着他参加印度“谁想成为百万富翁”的节目录像要他坦白作弊的细节。审讯过程与Jamal的成长经历相互穿插，每一个问题都是Jamal生活中的离奇一章，有的让人哈哈大笑，有的让眼泪在眼眶里打转，还有的让人深深叹息，叹社会的不公，叹信念的伟大，叹人性的坚韧。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我在读余华的《兄弟》时曾经写过“&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;真正有力量的悲剧，从来不应该是基于发生在人物身上的偶然事件，甚至由人物的性格所决定的必然选择都不能算构成伟大悲剧的要素；真正有力量的悲剧应该是社会的悲剧，是时代的悲剧，是人与社会制度在不可调和的斗争过程中头破血流体无完肤却仍散发出强大人性光辉与感召力的千古绝唱&lt;/span&gt;。”《贫民富翁》的悲剧正是“千古绝唱”式的悲剧——主人公Jamal面对命运从未低头，再无情的打压、歧视、羞辱、危险，都不能阻止他对美好信念的不渝追求；但有意思的是，这样沉重的主题并不以悲剧的形式直接表现，许多细节，比如小Jamal为了得到自己心爱的明星签名，鼻子一捏跳进粪坑；Jamal与孤儿Latika为了报复哥哥Salim的大嚷大叫，趁半夜把最辣的辣椒揪碎扔进熟睡中Salim的内裤；Jamal与Salim跑到泰姬陵，一边冒充导游诈骗美国游客，一边偷游客们的鞋子到集市上摆小摊卖钱等等，都是充满了活泼童趣与透明光彩的。真正悲惨的，是这些细节背后的社会大环境。这些纯真的小孩子越是活得顽强，活得阳光，就越凸显出政府的无能，法制的不公与底层人民无法逃避的悲惨命运。这是欢笑过后更为深刻的悲伤，这让近乎荒诞的喜剧结尾变得合情合理，或者说，即使仍有不足，也变得微乎其微——经历过那样强烈的生死体验，还有谁在乎童话的真假！ 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这样的处理方法让我立刻想起来张艺谋导演，余华编剧的《活着》。《活着》也是通过葛优和姜武轻喜剧式的表演来展示文革中的社会丑陋与人性丧失，这样举重若轻的表现手法正好通过人本性的纯洁美好来凸显时代的丑恶与黑暗，人性的光辉愈灿烂，对社会的讽刺便愈深刻。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;《贫民富翁》涉及了印度社会生活的方方面面，有孟买的极度贫富分化，有城中贫民窟的肮脏可怖，有宗教信仰矛盾屠杀，有赤裸裸的阶级歧视；有人面兽心的“善人”，也有看似暴虐的“坏人”；有近乎神话般的超现实爱情，有貌似理所当然的暴力犯罪，甚至结尾还有印度电影不可或缺的集体歌舞表演。而对我个人来说，影片最令人难忘的是Jamal与Salim童年时代居住的贫民窟和他们成为孤儿后生活的大垃圾堆。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;印度的种姓制度中最为低等的贱民被称作“不可碰的阶层”(the Untouchable Caste，Dalit)，他们不能穿鞋，不能受教育，有身份的上层种姓不跟他们说话，也不接近他们，如果食物不小心擦到贱民衣服的边缘，上层人立刻就把食物扔掉。2008年十一月的《国家地理》杂志介绍了印度医生Arole在孟买附近的Jamkhed地区推广全民保健计划的成功案例，其理念在于从最底层的Dalit妇女开始，教育她们成为村中的保健人员。这个过程并不容易，而最为困难的就是开头，先要帮助被选出的Dalit妇女建立“人”的概念——告诉她们苦难并非与生俱来，协助她们建立自信，教给她们医学知识。Dalit妇女Sathe讲述全民保健计划给她带来的命运改变时说：“刚开始时，没人支持我，我没文化，也没钱。我就如同一块没有灵魂的石头。我来到这里（Jamkhed全民保健计划中心），他们给了我形状，生命。我学会了勇气勇敢。我成为了一个人。” 　　 　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;电影《贫民富翁》几乎是Jamkhed成功计划的反例！电影带观众看到了孟买赤贫阶层生活的细节，触目惊心的大垃圾场，孩子们肮脏却纯真的笑脸，飘满垃圾的河道，泥泞水坑边一块块绚烂的莎丽铺满黄土场。美与丑的强烈对比，苦难与欢笑的平行存在，这样的文化让人皱眉，迷惑，心酸，又迷恋。表象的喜剧故事下是赤裸的哀痛，是控诉，是怒吼，也是叹息。再美好的结局也不能抹去童话中藏匿的真相，笑容中的眼泪，希望后的绝望。 　　 　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;但Danny Doyle最终并没用绝望结尾&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;《贫民富翁》是悲剧式的喜剧，明知虚假，也要一歌到底；而对苦难的深切同情，决定了形式上的喜剧反而是必要的——绝望中我们必须看到希望，必须，哪怕声音微弱，绝唱也终将继续。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.douban.com/review/1589546/"&gt;http://www.douban.com/review/1589546/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-3772851899220135042?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-7082083964127233235</id><published>2008-12-28T20:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:11:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>留给2008年最后的纪念（3）</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVd3kykfezI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rEC_UzhWcQs/s1600-h/DSC04813.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284824161676393266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVd3kykfezI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rEC_UzhWcQs/s320/DSC04813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;深冬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVd2ZzbERDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zPNcOp2y2n0/s1600-h/DSC04838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284822873415107634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVd2ZzbERDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zPNcOp2y2n0/s320/DSC04838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;生命~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVd1V8Y9v9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/HnntaGmKNMU/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284821707591106514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVd1V8Y9v9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/HnntaGmKNMU/s320/DSC04867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;一不小心又站在这个地方了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;还好 还好 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这是在晚上 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVdzwiPjaDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MoKLgPqau1A/s1600-h/DSC04865.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819965405521970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVdzwiPjaDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MoKLgPqau1A/s320/DSC04865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;孤鸟儿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;凄凉还寂寥 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;年末年末 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVdy5OMVnWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BSejRaBx4G0/s1600-h/DSC04882.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284819015130520930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVdy5OMVnWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BSejRaBx4G0/s320/DSC04882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008年的最后一个苹果，如果没有人再给苹果我吃的话。哎~~~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-7082083964127233235?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7082083964127233235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-2105036124587947851</id><published>2008-12-27T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:17:57.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He is really handsome and charming...the speech is quite inspirational and motivating ...and i like the words:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another edition with subtitle is here:&lt;a href="http://www.edimsum.net/archives/vagabond/2008/11/stay_hungry_sta.html"&gt;http://www.edimsum.net/archives/vagabond/2008/11/stay_hungry_sta.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;hl=zh_CN&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told,I never graduated from college. And this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college. This was the start in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. Because believing that the dots will connect down the road,will give you the confidence to follow your heart,even when it leads you off the well=worn path,And that would make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me —&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I still loved what I did.&lt;/span&gt; The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had been rejected, but I was still in love.&lt;/span&gt; And so I decided to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything.&lt;/span&gt; It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. AND Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So keep looking , Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right."&lt;/span&gt; It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there.&lt;/span&gt; And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. &lt;/span&gt;Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all ,very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-2105036124587947851?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/2105036124587947851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/steve-jobs-stanford-commencement-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/2105036124587947851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/2105036124587947851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/steve-jobs-stanford-commencement-speech.html' title='Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-1658215456339518644</id><published>2008-12-25T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:12:15.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>留给2008年最后的纪念（2）</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOw1i71g0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/UYe6EXPTfSI/s1600-h/DSC04808.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283761221793055554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOw1i71g0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/UYe6EXPTfSI/s320/DSC04808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;空中一丛乱竹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;东施效颦，hiahia。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOwIxbj4tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IMSBlH4R6ZA/s1600-h/DSC04807.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283760452590101202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOwIxbj4tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/IMSBlH4R6ZA/s320/DSC04807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;风中潇潇竹 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOvP3mtkDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AHVvXAtSuX4/s1600-h/DSC04774.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283759474994942002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOvP3mtkDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/AHVvXAtSuX4/s320/DSC04774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;幽静竹门&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOt3VOwwII/AAAAAAAAAJs/BfQh4-W1RtI/s1600-h/DSC04768.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283757953939193986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOt3VOwwII/AAAAAAAAAJs/BfQh4-W1RtI/s320/DSC04768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;黄枯叶绿翠竹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我很喜欢走的一条路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOr1Yva4fI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2Tjc9LrUEF0/s1600-h/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283755721498485234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOr1Yva4fI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2Tjc9LrUEF0/s320/DSC04755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这一条路上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有一个安静的路口&lt;br /&gt;曾经某人在这里等某人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有时在下雨 有时是晴天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有时晚上 有时清晨 有时傍晚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;夏天最热的时候有人在旁边卖西瓜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我买过两个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;以后 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;还有以后吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我开始在12栋跑来跑去给别人看电脑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我开始努力习惯绞尽脑汁的给自己整电脑 却总是整不好 也不知道可以问谁&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;眼泪要流出来了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOq0EodTJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VUGB2E4Hg8w/s1600-h/DSC04754.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283754599409077394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOq0EodTJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VUGB2E4Hg8w/s320/DSC04754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;两位冒着严寒清扫过校园的老奶奶坐在礼堂旁休息&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这是校园里一道独特的风景线&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;每次看到他们佝偻瘦小的身影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;默默无声的身影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我总会一遍又一遍的问自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50年以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我会变成什么样子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在做什么事&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;身边有些什么人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50年前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;她们也是如花少女吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;他们是否也想过 50年后 的事 ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOpa4Ef-MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ms8o2Ql4Yc0/s1600-h/DSC04753.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283753067028674754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVOpa4Ef-MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ms8o2Ql4Yc0/s320/DSC04753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;拍日成癖&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;虽然2008年的太阳跟2009年的并不会有什么不同 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;虽然留下来的也只是一瞬间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;但是心里总是有一些莫名而异样的感觉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;因为它真的就要消逝了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;永远的消逝了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;记忆终归要模糊的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我能记起的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;也只是那一年遥远的印象&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那一年的破碎与哀伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那一年的无奈和成长&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那一年温柔的午后阳光&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-1658215456339518644?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1658215456339518644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/20082.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-1514206125966511414</id><published>2008-12-24T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:12:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>留给2008年最后的纪念（1）</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI74fpvUJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k_d4r4uKwNQ/s1600-h/%E5%86%AC%E6%97%A5%E5%80%92%E5%BD%B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283351154614292626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI74fpvUJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k_d4r4uKwNQ/s320/%E5%86%AC%E6%97%A5%E5%80%92%E5%BD%B1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冬日静影&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI7eBUHLLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eKqTNbI69Uc/s1600-h/DSC04745.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283350699793919154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI7eBUHLLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eKqTNbI69Uc/s320/DSC04745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢 地上 散落的 白色的影子&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这个院子 已经看了我 三个深冬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI7MTJfP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/WWZ6MiJrYMY/s1600-h/DSC04746.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283350395343552482" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI7MTJfP-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/WWZ6MiJrYMY/s320/DSC04746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;金的邪异风格&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI63rEzNbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vbd3NN_6hUw/s1600-h/DSC04748.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283350040989087154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI63rEzNbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vbd3NN_6hUw/s320/DSC04748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太阳瘦了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我胖了&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI6mmv6l2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/J5wCjkys2-8/s1600-h/DSC04749.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283349747769972578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI6mmv6l2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/J5wCjkys2-8/s320/DSC04749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后一朵忧伤的落日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008年的绝唱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;也许 也许&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;你说呢&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI4YkOE2AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/46tNoFX_CY0/s1600-h/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283347307549743106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI4YkOE2AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/46tNoFX_CY0/s320/DSC04752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这一片疏林 庇护了我一个冬天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-1514206125966511414?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/1514206125966511414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/20081.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/1514206125966511414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/1514206125966511414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/20081.html' title='留给2008年最后的纪念（1）'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVI74fpvUJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/k_d4r4uKwNQ/s72-c/%E5%86%AC%E6%97%A5%E5%80%92%E5%BD%B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-5426368664232928112</id><published>2008-12-23T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:12:57.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>前一段时间，在疯狂的看电视剧。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我知道必定有一个缘由，令我有如此反常的举动。也许是我不想说，也许的确很莫名。事实是，我真的看了很多很长很长的电视剧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;进大学以来，我本来很反感在电脑上看电视剧，尤其鄙视一集一集连续的往下看。因为据那时的我以为，那是一种颇为堕落且放纵的行为。但是我现在就是这么做的，莫非现在的我已然堕落且放纵？嗯，想来曾经天真的我一定很鄙视很看不起现在的我。嗯，嗯嗯。不仅如此，我竟然还看了《对不起，我爱你》。从大一的时候开始，我就极度鄙视韩国的所谓的剧，并且很不爽别人用我的本本看韩剧，因为我总觉得那些太假太没深度太没意义，我决不允许自己美好珍贵的生命浪费在这些电视剧上。但是。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;既然提到了，那么就从这一部开始说。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;看这部电视剧的初衷是，这部电视剧的主题曲太好听了，我想看看有这么忧伤的主题曲的电视剧是否也如歌曲一样动人；其次，我想好好的大哭一场：传说这部电视剧是极为悲伤的，也许对于想哭的我会很有催泪的效果吧。于是我就尽弃前嫌开始认认真真的欣赏这部电视剧。我以为我也会像她们一样看到某些集眼泪会如长江之水滚滚而流源源不尽，哎，我没有如愿痛痛快快的陪着武赫们恩彩们哭泣，只是被一些伤感的气氛感染，想到某些事，还是呆呆的流了一些泪。其实我本来可以很喜欢这部电视剧的，但是那些武赫们恩彩们不知为什么，动不动就发脾气扯着嗓子乱吼乱叫，太不和谐了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;所以，看完以后晓问我感觉怎么样。我只是淡淡的说，just so so。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;很悲情的还看了《塞外奇侠传》。这是一部小时候极爱的电视剧。时隔10年再看，依然如当年般喜欢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;关于这部电视剧，我只是想说，它对我的爱情观的影响太大了。小时候，不谙世事的我便极欢喜卓一行和练霓裳之间这样真挚持久的爱情。那时的我潜意识里必定也认定了，这一生只会爱一个人，即使像卓一行这样等一辈子也可以。只是，只是，这样完美的事，也可以在不完美的人间发生吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;关于剧情还想说一些。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;练霓裳因被卓一行误会而悲痛万分，以至满头青丝在一瞬间变白。卓一行为了找到优昙花帮霓裳恢复往日青丝，也为了求得她的原谅跟他和好，便在天山上苦等18年。然而就在优昙花将要开放的前几日，他却已经被永远的冻死了。我知道这时的练霓裳是非常痛苦和自责的，如果之前她对他稍稍好一点，如果她放下那么一点点骄傲的话，如果她在该珍惜的时候好好珍惜，他们本来可以是最幸福的。可是，一切都已经太晚了。人间的事，为什么总是如此残酷。这个世界上的人，干嘛总要昂着假装骄傲明明心里在意的要死要活的头，干嘛总是如此绝情，一直要等到不可挽回的时候才知道什么都已经晚了，真是的，哭什么哭，早干什么去了。。。真害人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我知道自己不可能左右其他人的想法，我也知道有些时候因为心有不甘也控制不住的想要自私一些，可是，以后，我要尽量放下，放低，再也不要跟那谁谁谁闹僵局了。难不难受啊。。。不过，如果谁喜欢干这样的事，很好，我会成全你的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;其次。我想说，有关一些渺小至卑微的误解。这个世界上的大多数悲剧莫不是由这个可恶的小东西给造成的。可是，聪明人都知道，这是可以避免的。我真的希望，如果有别扭了，不要冷战，冷不冷啊，难不难受啊，有话就直接说出来，就是吵架也可以。如果一直不说，等着别人说，那你就等着吧，一直误解着吧，要么误会越来越深已至变成怨恨，要么有一方不想再解释一切都不必再说了，另一方则更加痛苦纠结难熬。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;有关怀旧的，我还看了《少年英雄方世玉》。咳咳。这部电视剧也是儿时的我大爱的。记得看完这部电视剧以后的几个月，我天天晚上梦里梦见的尽是方世玉凌小小。当时都有点后怕了，还好后来淡忘了。但是我还是很喜欢他们，方世玉尤其，现在看依然喜欢非常。另外这部电视剧的插曲很好听，太好听了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我还很喜欢李小环，她是一个很不容易的女人，尤其是后来在小小的感化下变得慈悲善良了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在追的美剧是《gossip girl》和《the big bang theory》。前一部暂不说，只是下一集要等到1月5号才出，我的神，编剧们可真能熬人。至于后一部呢，哎，它总是能让我破涕为笑，很喜欢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------闲话的分割线（呃，其实上面也是闲话呢）-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;下午去亚贸，回来的时候干脆从亚贸走到图书城。在崇文广场走着走着，我突然看见了一本书，瞬间悲喜交加，是《爱你就像爱生命》。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;于是我又想起了，三个月前的某一天，我也在这里找过这本书，当时却没有找到。当时旁边还有一个人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我还想起了，在寝室的某个角落，那两根东北的大萝卜躺在那里，静静的。。。静静的。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-5426368664232928112?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/5426368664232928112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/5426368664232928112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/5426368664232928112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_23.html' title='前一段时间，在疯狂的看电视剧。'/><author><name>picse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RtbsgYpQ0og/SVj-IZGHuYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fiLJJbHdDew/S220/ss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080232000832825711.post-8904073393886056364</id><published>2008-12-20T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:21:35.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere in time,Someome in time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px" alt="" src="http://otho.douban.com/lpic/s2563917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;为了驱散心头突然掠过的一阵烦乱无措，我终于翻出了这部被我冷落在硬盘大半年的电影，《Somewhere in time》。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere in time,Someone in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在时光某处，有一个人一直在静静等你，直到相见的那一天。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;她相信着。于是她苦等70年，只为把那只神奇的表交给他，嘱咐他去找她。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;他相信着。于是他放弃了现代的高科技和拥有的一切，穿越时空隧道来到她的年代，带着那只表来找她。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;他们见面了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我喜欢女主角凝视着男主角喃喃的呓语：“is it you?...is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;喜欢男主角看着她莫名而坚定的答道：“yes“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这样的场景也许过于完美感人。在这嘈杂的现实中，真的会有一个人在那无涯的时间荒野里无怨无悔的等着另一个人出现吗？他们的相遇真的会如此微妙契合吗？怀着这样美好的希望的人也许有很多很多，可是真正能遇到并坚持到最后的有几人呢？殊不知，真爱只会降临在两个极个性的人身上。其他的人，只能领略到人间最平凡又短暂的幸福，甚至永远都等不到幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;继续虚幻的电影（梦境？）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;就像其他所有的爱情电影一样，男女主人公经历了强横而无力的重重阻挠终于幸福的在一起了。就在他们最幸福的时候，男主角看到从口袋里摸出的一枚1972年的硬币，心惊恐的沉到万丈深渊。他向女主角无力的伸出手，却被现实迅速抽离，他们在黑暗中距离越来越远，再次时空相隔。他痛苦的醒来，这是否只是一场太甜蜜的美梦？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;其实我本来很难被爱情电影感动的，但是最后这个场景却是看一次流一次泪，百试不爽。甚至后来在emule的资源描述里看见这么一段也不禁热泪盈眶。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“最难忘的时刻：两人历尽磨难终于幸福地在一起了，并无限憧憬地畅想着两人美好的未来，然而，就在那极为美好的早餐时刻，乐极生悲的理查突然在1902年的当时，从他那由现代社会穿过来的、他特意参考历史资料订做的古式西装口袋里，极为意外地掏出了一枚清楚无比地写着“1972”字样的硬币！于是，在女主人公撕心裂肺的凄厉呼喊中，理查“愀”地一声，回到了……500年前？不，是70年后，1972年！：）&lt;/span&gt; ”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;回到现实，男主角徒劳的再次想用时空机器把他送回到1902年，他那时的模样好让人心疼。可是，现实毕竟是残酷的，他已经永远回不去了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;只是，他的心还留在那时，他该怎么继续，在这个没有她的世界里生活。我想，经过了这样一次刻骨铭心的完美的爱恋，他再也无法爱上其他人了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;美好的事物总是如昙花一现般稍纵即逝。也许正是短暂才成全美好，对于渺小的人类来说，强求持久似乎是一件过于愚蠢的事，把握此刻才是最真的智慧。且行且珍惜，勉之。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;对于这部电影，虽然场景对于看惯了以华丽宏大场面著称的大片的我们来说稍显单薄，但是女主角摄人心魂的古典美和缠绵悱恻的主题曲亦为其增色不少。嗯嗯，我还想再看一遍~！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-8904073393886056364?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/8904073393886056364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/somewhere-in-timesomeome-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/8904073393886056364'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我也不知道，我可以在这里写多长时间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;就像一个行路的人，一路变幻着心情上路，弃绝过去的种种，或者，被迫弃绝着。然后，轻松上路。我知道，今日心里如生命一样在乎的东西，事，或者，人，在岁月一路无情的冲刷下，终会慢慢变淡，最后变成心底轻浮的美丽幻影。怀念取代留恋。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;多余的话不想多说。有很多话想要一吐为快，不过，来日方长。慢慢来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080232000832825711-7858311888810136677?l=picsesmiling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/feeds/7858311888810136677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://picsesmiling.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080232000832825711/posts/default/7858311888810136677'/><link 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