小手拉大手

还记得那场音乐会的烟火
还记得那个凉凉的深秋
还记得人潮把你推向了我
游乐园拥挤的正是时候
一个夜晚坚持不睡的等候
一起泡温泉奢侈的享受
有一次日记里愚蠢的困惑
因为你的微笑幻化成风
你大大的勇敢保护着我
我小小的关怀喋喋不休
感谢我们一起走了那么久
又再一起回到凉凉深秋
给你我的手 像温柔野兽
把自由交给草原的辽阔
我们小手拉大手
一起交游
今天别想太多
你是我的梦
像北方的风
却正能帮我悠扬的哀愁
今天加油向昨天挥挥手
又一起回到凉凉深秋
我们一直就这样向前走
却正南方暖洋洋的哀愁
lalala... lalalalala...
今天为我加油
舍不得挥挥手

VIVIAN介绍我听的这首歌,歌还一般般,但是歌名让我想起两张PIC,很恰题哦...

小伤感一下...<挥之不去>

我游荡再记忆深处

寻找残留下的温度

我在风吹乱头发的街上

怀念着幸福

我在镜子面前无助

我在梦里慌乱追逐

我在只有我的深夜里醒来

感到孤独

如果...

如果有一天，你病得很严重，我会以最快的速度赶到你的城市...因为我不想别人代替我照顾你...

如果有一天，你没朋友陪伴，我会放下一切事情赶到你那...因为我不想你孤单...

如果有一天，你说你想我，我会立刻出现在你的面前...因为我不想你见不到我...

如果有一天，我们吵架到不可收拾，我会先道歉...因为我不想失去你...

如果...如果...如果...在我们的爱情中还会有很多很多的...但我相信我对你的爱...可以让这些都实现

[转帖]世界上只有三件事

到一篇短文，很有感触，和大家分享一下吧！

世界上只有三件事

世界上只有三件事

一件是「自己的事」，诸如：上不上班、吃什么东西、开不开心、结不结婚、要不要帮助人 ....自己能安排的皆属之。

一件是「别人的事」，诸如：小张好吃懒做、小陈婚姻不幸福、老陈对我很不满意、我帮助别人，别人却不感激.....别人在主导的事情皆属之。

一件是「老天爷的事」，诸如：会不会刮风、地震、战争、开悟、成道......人能力范围以外的事情，都属于老天爷的管辖范围。

人的烦恼就是来自于：忘了自己的事，爱管别人的事，担心老天爷的事 .....所以要轻松自在很简单：打理好「自己的事」，不去管「别人的事」，不操心「老天爷的事」这只是静心在「哲学」上的诠释，知道并不代表你能办到。除非你能进入「静心状态」去「观照」，你就会「如实」发现....天底下真的只有这三件事：「自己的事」、「别人的事」、「老天爷的事」下次心情不好时，赶快问自己，那件事到底是「谁」的事

我最喜欢的NCE的课文

Lesson 27 Nothing to sell and nothing to buy
(每次西西说我不想听的英文时,我就会背这篇课文...这是我背的最熟的,至今都记得完整的课文,我真的觉得写得好好哦...)

It has been said that everyone lives by selling something. In the light of this statement, teachers live by selling know-ledge, philosophers by selling wisdom and priests by selling spiritual comfort.Though it may be possible to measure the value of material goods in terms ofmoney, it is extremely difficult to estimate the true value of the services which people perform for us. There are times when we would willingly give everything we possess to save our lives, yet we might grudge paying a surgeon a high fee for offering us precisely this service. The conditions of society are such that skills have to be paid for in the same way that goods are paid for at a shop. Everyone has something to sell.
Tramps seem to be the only exception to this general rule. Beggars almost sell themselves as human beings to arouse the pity of passers-by. But real tramps are not beggars. They have nothing to sell and require nothing from others. In seeking independence, they do not sacrifice their human dignity. A tramp may ask you for money, but he will never ask you to feel sorry for him. He has deliberately chosen to lead the life he leads and is fully aware of the consequences. He,may never be sure where the next meal is coming from, but he is free from the thousands of anxieties which afflict other people. His few material possession make it possible for him to move from place to place with ease. By having to sleep in the open, he gets far closer to the world of nature than most of us ever do. He may hunt, beg, or steal occasionally to keep himself alive; he may even in times of real need, do a little work; but he will never sacrifice his freedom.We often speak of tramps with contempt and put them in the same class as beggars, but how many of us can honestly say that we have not felt a little envious of their simple way of life and their freedom from care?