《我听我写， 我想我说》

一小时。。。

。。。就让你我静静听着这地球的呼吸声吧。。

~ 我喜欢跳舞。常梦想有间没有烟酒出现的舞厅~ 我想我会常去报到。

~ 歌舞剧或任何与舞蹈或乐器有关的我尽量不让自己错过。不知是不是从小看《刘三姐》 和 《’The Sound of the Music》的 影响。最近我在看韩国的局集《情米贝多芬》 .

~ 期盼有天有幸观看百老汇的演出或   耳罗斯芭蕾舞团的演出。

~ 从我懂得看少女漫画以后，最喜欢任何有关舞蹈或历史时光穿梭的题材。别错过《尼罗河女儿》。现在已少看漫画了~ : P

~ 如果有现代和古装戏可选我会喜欢现代多一点。当然故事题材和演员都是我会考量的。

~ 我喜欢人与人之间的互动和分享。爱热闹但我也享受自己的空间和时间。

~ 我爱美食自然也会挑食。甜的，咸的，酸的，辣的 我都可以。就只要是美食。管你是大餐馆还是街边摊~ 我喜欢大剌剌的吃可是碰不上对的脚，就只能斯斯文文的吃。

~ 我喜欢烹饪，但已经好一段时间没碰了。。。哈比也在投诉了。烹饪不是家家酒，要准备好材料到烹调你需要的不单是新鲜的食材，而是时间的松弛和那过程的心情。

~享受着调味料一个个从记忆里蹦出来告诉你，它该出场了的灵感。马虎不得。

~ 我是挺闷骚的，但不至于太被动。。有时也许你觉得我爱转个大圈说话。。因为我怕我真的摸清了一些事或祸从口出~ 而我是个直肠直肚的人，我老爸说十个人里，我可能会得罪十一个人。我说错了~~ 是十二个。所以说话真的是门难搞的艺术。

~ 批评人前后我都会想照照自己，检讨自己。当然能搞得我怒气冲冠的时候~ 如果不是亲人我想你们真的是把我可惹毛了~！！毕竟对人好是我的基本原则，能和谐为什么要暴力呢？？人人爱我，我爱人人。

~ 是的我怕人多过怕鬼。因为太多人为了利益而勾结，太多人不止会说人话也会说鬼话，那些是真心与否。。只有上帝晓得。而我相信上帝会带领着我~

~ 我爱学习~ 喜欢奇特，喜欢创意，喜欢美的事物~ 但美的定义对我来说太多了~

~ 我爱听外语歌曲。。因为听不懂所以才能纯粹的享受乐曲的美感~

待续。。。

以前是自己更自己对话~

现在上帝跟我对话~

我常对自己说：

“神若不允许，一根头发都不会掉”。

很常~

一个不寻常的时间

你出现在线上

聊着聊着你却用了这句话提醒了我~

不~！！不仅仅是提醒~~

当头棒喝~！！

你更本把我完完全全的拉了回来~

是的~~“神若不允许，一根头发都不会掉，一根都不会！！！

我鸡皮疙瘩~是的泪在我眼眶里打转~

我没法言语。。。一切的一切~

是恰合的联系吗？

只有主你晓得~！！

同在爱的国度里~

敞开心房聊开来~

因为相信你了解那种感受~

谢谢你，这位天使你出现~

你同我一样要活出美好~~

感恩~~

感谢主

阿门~！！

今天，听到一位男孩在弹奏着不可能说的秘密~~

是的~把我引住了~~

小男孩才钢琴三级~对我这门外汉来说太厉害了~~

琴键干净利落的声音~

音乐真的太奇妙了~~

和舞者一样~

没有文字的世界~

想说很干净~却又是那么的复杂的牵动着心情~

是我的情绪被这首曲波动着还是这首曲拨动着我的呢。。。。

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxI5sBAOoEE&feature=PlayList&p=2E3937C947E5FF8A&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=11

謝謝你燦爛笑容 照亮我的天空

謝謝你分享心情 把我放在你心中

夜裡有時會寒冷 你我生根同暖土

友情是最亮的星 我的生命從此美麗

當你被花朵包圍盡情歡欣 我帶春風使你舞其中

當你正走在坎坷路 我會伴你在左右

一起向藍天歡呼 像白雲招手 我們要一起笑一起哭

千萬人中有個人懂我 你有最珍貴的角落

謝謝你燦爛笑容 照亮我的天空謝謝

你分享心情 把我放在你心中夜裡有時會寒冷

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbDlxRguH0A&feature=related

I CANT SAY IT’S A VERY BIG FUNCTION

I CANT SAY U WILL ABSOLUTELY ENJOY URSELF

I CANT EVEN ASK U TO RESERVE UR TIME TO JOIN US AROUND~~

I JUST CANT STOP MYSELF TO CHECK ON U ONCE AGAIN

U SURE UR SCHEDULE REALLY PACKED & FULL????

OR U R REALLY BZBZBZBZZzzzZZZZZzzz???!!

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as i sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily i came to your beside.

Ther are the things i was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily wen you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast i found fault, too. You spilled things. you gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and i made for my train , you turned and waved a hand and called, ” Goodbye, Daddy!” and i frowned, and said in reply,” Hold your shoulders back!”

Then it began all over again in the late afternon. As i came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when i was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with sort of hurt look in your eyes? When i glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door.” What is it you want?” I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempertuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that i did not love you; it was that i expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was a big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bed-side in the darkness, and i have knelt there, ashamed!!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow i will be a real Daddy! i will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. i will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual:”He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!”

I am afraid i have visualized you as a man. Yet as i see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, i see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother’s arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Instead of condemning people, let’s try to understand them. Let’s try to figure out why they do what they do. That s a lot more profitable and intriguing than criticism; and it breeds sympathy, tolerance and kindness.” To know all is to forgive all.”

” God himself, sir, Does not propose to judge man until the end of his days.”

Why should you and I?

不是第一次了。。

我再度错愕。。。

为什么为什么为什么？？

我讨厌从别人口中晓得一些事情。。。

而且是事过已久我才知道。。。

原来我是这么的懵。。。

咳。。。怎么办？又装不知道吗？！！？

为什么我感觉自己原来是个三宝殿？？

讽刺~！！！

你晓得相熟与认识久是两回事吗？？

你既要尊重就给你尊重，

你要奉承就给你奉承吗？？

可怜的友谊。。。。

是你让我从你手中收回我对你的那份深厚。。。

但我会为你祷告~

我是软弱的。。如同你也是~~

当我获知我全部过关时~

我想尖叫~~~

一千个一万个？？？？？？？？？？？？？怎么可能？？？！！！！！！！！！！

是你~~ 绝对是你！！！

我没有期望过的事实~ 我甚至准备了复考时间~

而是你让我闯了关~！！！

是你让我享有这一份恩赐

是你~看守着我~~

是你~守护着我！！！

是你~保守着我~！！

而每每我让你失望的时候，你依然没有选择离弃我。。

我低潮时，你派使者来安慰我~

我哭泣时，你不停的鼓励我，

在面临逆境时你邀来曙光指引我~

冥冥中的一切。。。是谁在按牌？？？

是谁在注定着这一切？？

是你~ ！！！！

只有你知道我我付出了多少~

只有你相信我没有在谦虚，看轻自己~

我的天父~ 谢谢你~！！

 阿门~