為什么要問
為什么不能就此背著離去
因為還悄悄信仰著
『假如可以』
我們就不會有這樣的故事
結局是另一種孤獨
另一種在彼此懷抱里的不堪
而非
現在的兩端遙相望
假如可以
想象中沒有距離的距離
虛擬得令人心痛
那痛
又一點不假
~荆云
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[ 转载] 一切都安排妥当了,时间一到提起行李,一步跨出生活,进入另个时空——你个人的电影开 初识舒国治是在《万象》上,读他写美国火车流浪者的长文,惊为天人。他也曾以记述美国 好像就是为永远渴望着“出走”的你我他准备的,浪游的舒国治,是不是离你既近又远? 钟文音也算是台湾作家里的奇女子。女人通常结伴旅行,三毛住在撒哈拉沙漠,身边也还有她习惯一遍遍走在当地的巷弄,看捷克工人施工修路,上海居民骑自行车,或到超市体验当 她说巴黎铁塔美,却不是巴黎人每天必待之处,反而一个咖啡座,一座桥,一次午夜的散步,更 游历十几年,走过五大洲,一次次抵达和离开,两年前结束挪威之旅回到台湾,她忽然感觉 浪游,或许是造化较深的修行,普通上班族的旅行,只是短暂逃离。现代化程度愈高生活节 是的,没有旅行,你或许很难忍受日复一日年复一年的“螺丝钉”生活。而有些人上班,其 旅美华人作家张让最近有篇《旅人的时空》,说旅行的奥秘和魔力在于似真似幻:“旅人的 一切都安排妥当了,时间一到提起行李,一步跨出生活,进入另个时空——你个人的电影开 多好,旅人的时空里,“你脱胎换骨,变成了另一个人。” |
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“当初的奔走,都是为了留下。” 钟文音 |
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我的青春 也不是没伤痕 是明白爱是信仰的延伸 甚么特征 人缘还是眼神 也不会预知爱不爱的可能 保持单身 忍不住又沉沦 兜着圈子来去有时苦等 人的一生 感情是旋转门 转到了最后真心的就不分 有过竞争 有过牺牲 被爱筛选过程 学会认真 学会忠诚 适者才能生存 懂得永恒 得要我们 进化成更好的人 我的青春 有时还蛮单纯 相信幸福取决于爱得深 读进化论 我赞成达尔文 没实力的就有淘汰的可能 我的替身 已换过多少轮 记忆在旧情人心中变冷 我的一生 有几道旋转门 转到了最后只剩你我没分
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A letter written by a college girl to her parents. "Dear Mom and Dad, I have so much to tell you. Because of the fire in my dorm set off by student riots, I experienced temporary lung damage and had to go to the hospital. While I was there, I fell in love with an orderly, and we have moved in together. I dropped out of school when I found out I was pregnant, and he got fired because of his drinking, so we're going to move to Alaska, where we might get married after the birth of our baby. Your loving daughter. ps: none of this really happened, but I did flunk my chemistry class and I wanted to keep it in perspective." What brilliance. And indeed, we often focus too much on the situation on hand and lose our perspective. How important it is for us to zoom out from the situation and turn our eyes upon Jesus, who is bigger than our problems and worries :)
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愿意合上眼才能美梦无边 别让悔熏乌了从前 也许碎片才能让回忆展颜 何妨瓷花拼凑明天 谁带我寻获幸福的模 却自己迷中困锁 谁为我留下缱绻的天涯 信物是抹晚霞 思念如燕 意念婆娑
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One of the advantages of going out alone is that you do not have to accomodate others. You do not have to smile, you do not have to make small talk, you do not have to spare a thought for others. And that was what I experienced when I went to the movies myself, went to the night market myself, went to the pub to listen to the live band myself, went to eat chicken rice balls myself. All the time for yourself. All focus on yourself. Finding yourself. Almost an indulgence. It was a good feeling. Did it once. Did it again. Will continue to do so from time to time. Why? Because sometimes you are so tired of smiling and trying to be nice to others when others do not try to smile or be nice to you. Not a saint but you know you have tried to be good to others but others do not seem to try to be good to you; in fact, they begin to think you are a pushover. When every good seems to be forgotten and each bad remembered. When a sheet of white paper with a black dot is noticed only for its black dot. When whatever credit you thought you might have built up counts for nothing really. I really don’t want to be calculative. But I really don’t want to be too accomodating either. How many can you accomodate in your life? How many would you like to accomodate in your life? Seriously, people who matter. I don’t want to be too accomodating. I’ll keep this at the back of my head. And continue to be the same, the way I deem right.
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The question that I pose is really easy It came to me the moment you walked by It seem to me you looked at me so sweetly The moment that I stared into your eyes Are you the one to steal my heart completely? Are you the one that I am to adore? Are we the pair that slips away discretely? Are you the one that I have waited for? We can toast the moon sitting by a fire And then walk hand in hand for others to admire Are you the one to paint the town so brightly? Are you the one I simply can't ignore? Are we the pair that dance together nightly? Are you the one that I have waited for? We can sail the seas on an ocean liner and then drink pink champagne Our life could be no finer Are you the one to paint the town so brightly? Are you the one I simply can't ignore? Are we the pair that dance together nightly? Are you the one that I have waited for? Are you the one? Are you the one? Are you the one? Oh are you the one?
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The Power of Your Name Lincoln Brewster Surely children weren't made for the streets And fathers were not made to leave Surely this isn't how it should be Let Your Kingdom come Surely nations were not made for war Or the broken meant to be ignored Surely this just can't be what You saw Let Your Kingdom come Here in my heart I will live To carry Your compassion To love a world that's broken To be Your hands and feet I will give With the life that I've been given And go beyond religion To see the world be changed By the power of Your name Surely life wasn't made to regret And the lost were not made to forget Surely faith without action is dead Let Your Kingdom come Lord break this heart Your name Is a shelter for the hurting Jesus Your name Is a refuge for the weak Only Your name Can redeem the undeserving Jesus Your name Holds everything I need
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素胚勾勒出青花笔锋浓转淡 瓶身描绘的牡丹一如你初妆 冉冉檀香透过窗心事我了然 宣纸上走笔自此搁一半 釉色渲染仕女图韵味被私藏 而你嫣然的一笑如含苞待放 你的美一缕飘散 去到我去不了的地方 天青色等烟雨 而我在等你 炊烟袅袅升起 隔江千万里 在瓶底书汉隶仿前朝的飘逸 就当我为 遇见你伏笔 天青色等烟雨 而我在等你 月色被打捞起 晕开了结局 如传世的青花瓷自顾自美丽 你眼带笑意 色白花青的锦鲤跃然于碗底 天青色等烟雨 而我在等你
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"Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone. From that point onwards, things change, the man and the woman come into play, but what happens before - the attraction that brought them together - is impossible to explain. It is untouched desire in its purest state. When desire is still in this pure state, the man and the woman fall in love with life, they live each moment reverently, consciously, always ready to celebrate the next blessing. When people feel like this, they are not in a hurry, they do not precipitate events with unthinking actions. They know that the inevitable will happen, that what is real always finds a way of revealing itself. When the moment comes, they do not hesistate, they do not miss an opportunity, they do not let slip a single magic moment, because they respect the importance of each second." when do we really fall in love with life, and always ready to celebrate the next blessing. And do we have that true desire?
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We have all experienced times of exaltation on the mountain, when we have seen things from God’s perspective and have wanted to stay there. But God will never allow us to stay there. The true test of our spiritual life is in exhibiting the power to descend from the mountain. If we only have the power to go up, something is wrong. We are inclined to think that everything that happens is to be turned into useful teaching. In actual fact, it is to be turned into something even better than teaching, namely, character. The mountaintop is not meant to teach us anything, it is meant to make us something. There is a terrible trap in always asking, "What’s the use of this experience?" We can never measure spiritual matters in that way. The moments on the mountaintop are rare moments, and they are meant for something in God’s purpose. My Utmost for His Highest, Oswald Chambers
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"Somehow, we human beings are never happier than when we are expressing the deepest gifts that are truly us." Os Guinness
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There's a song that's inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold. But you sing to me over and over and over again. So, I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours I know now you're my only hope. Sing to me the song of the stars. Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again. When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again. So I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope. I give you my destiny. I'm giving you all of me. I want your symphony, singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back. So I lay my head back down. And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours I pray, to be only yours I know now you're my only hope.
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It's interesting how a dinner and coffee with friends can be one of those moments when you feel life is as it is meant. It feels surreal even. Even as I part ways with them and went home, I really just want to drink in everything, the night as it is. To enjoy this serenity, of my heart, after a week at work. Weekends are to be cherished. And so is every moment like tonight's. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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"How long can we sustain desire against continual disappontment? Some hold out longer than others, but eventually, we all move out to a place of resignation or cynicism or bitterness. As the years rolled on, this man, like all of us, began to lose any vital heart-connection to what he wanted. He was present, but not accounted for. The calluses had formed - not in the heart of Jesus, but over the man's heart. He had abandoned desire. Jesus took him back into the secret of his own heart. By asking him what he wanted, Jesus took the man back into his desire. Why? It is where we must go if we are to meet God." Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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"Be like the fountain that overflows, not like the cistern that merely contains"
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"Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas. It's as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that's going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don't understand the language they speak there. We've all felt that. And all of us, one way or another, are mad."
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