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Grandmother

Thursday, March 15th, 2007

I wasn’t feeling very well today.
In order to distract me from the illness and make me feel relaxed, Ed read me a section from a classic French novel- Remembrance of Things Past written by Marcel Proust. The novel was one of Ed’s favorite reads from almost 10 years ago. There is a section in which the author introduces his grandmother; I found that it was such a beautiful expression, which reminded me of my grandmother. I would like to quote it here to share with everyone.

My poor grandmother would come in and beg her husband not to taste the brandy; and he would get angry and gulp it down all the same, and she will go out again sad and discouraged, but still smiling, for she was so humble of heart and so gentle and her tenderness for others and her disregard for herself and her own troubles blended in a smile which, unlike those seen as majority of human faces, bore no trace of irony save for herself, while for all of us kisses seemed to spring from her eyes, which could not look upon those she loved with out seeming to bestow upon them passionate caresses…

Thank you my love Ed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

a love letter+ a red rose +a little poem

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

凌晨, 当秒针刚刚跨过了2007年2月14日的大门。
我,身着睡衣,依赖在‘苹果’前,终于完成了上一篇稿子,关于是否应该把国宝归还给原属国。
身后,一只玫瑰悄悄的探出头来。
拥抱,我不由自主的扑向他的怀中。
一封情书,那是来自他传达给我情人节的另一份礼物。
信尾,一首诗舒展在淡蓝色的影线之间

My little poem, 是诗也是我。

my little poem, 我心中的小诗,
i brush gently against your joy, 我温馨地梳理你的喜悦,
i move my hand over your hair, 任随指尖在你长发间穿梭,
barely touching you, 时而接触,时而疏离,
shining in front of me. 闪耀在我面前。

my little poem, 我心中的小诗,
i will keep trying to find the words, 我会一直找寻那些为你臣服的发自我内心深处的言语,
for what i felt for you. 为你,为你。

女人,感情来了,理智丢了。

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

情人节快到了,突然想到了自己以前曾经写过一些小故事关于情人。特搬来和大家一起分享。(注:这里的‘我’不是我,纯数第三人称)

情景一

我和他已经很久没见了。自从那次他认为我其实不是因为喜欢他才和他约会,而是因为日子寂寞难熬才找他‘填空’的。我其实不是那样的人,了解我的人都知道。我慌然大悟,因为他喜欢我但又不了解我,所以才误会了。有些时候是这样的,人一有了感情,理智就靠边站了。男人们更明显,他们若即若离。当然,并不是所有男人都是这样,而且他们可能认为女人也是这样的,于是才有了讲也讲不完的爱情故事。。。。。。我就这样想着,突然被微微颤动的书包带回了现实。原来我是在等电车,但为什么眼看着上一班徐徐开走了呢?哦,是电话震动!我来不及再回忆自己在做什么,急忙把书包翻过来任凭随身物品撒了一地。

‘喂!?’终于没错过他的电话,是的,是他,想曹操,曹操就打来电话了。
‘我,你在家吗?我在你家门口!’
‘哦,我。。在外面,不过马上就到,你等我啊,马上,马上。。。’
‘没关(系)。。。’

没来得及听他解释,我已经挂断了。像农田里拔稻草一样,我急忙把地上的零碎捋进背包。我没有再等下一班车,而是改道回俯了。鬼知道其实我想去那儿,可能只是家里以外的地方。第一次觉得地铁站的台阶竟然这么多,马路上的信号灯是不是被调过了,行人怎么走的这么悠闲,别挡着我。。。所有这些都在我脑海闪过。

‘嘿,啊,,呼,,呼,等,等了很久吧?’气还没喘齐,我差点儿撞到他。
‘没有,你不用跑的,我就是来看看你,不会离开的。’
‘,,,‘ ’我以为,,,你再也不会出现了呢!其实上次,,,’
‘没有,没有上次!’他打断了我,摇着头示意要我不提前贤。‘我知道,时间已经证明
一切了。我只想再和你聊天。我想知道你,了解你,,,行吗?’
我感到一阵暖意,并夹杂着淡淡古龙水的清香,右脸庞被微微的刺到了,又是那只大手抚
摸着我软而长的头发。我已经再他怀里了。‘为什么没刮胡子?’我开着蓄意的玩笑。
‘因为胡子也想你了,想你想的长长了!’

我们彼此望着笑了。



晚上回家整理背包时,偶然发现里面有一只烟蒂。怎么想也想不通,怎么会有烟蒂在我的背包里呢?难道是谁在和我开玩笑?望着那个只剩下躯干的碳素笔,我明白了。笔帽一定还在那个电车站台上,这个烟蒂也一定是从站台上来的。

女人,感情来了,理智丢了。
我摇着头笑了。