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欲将沉醉换悲凉,清歌莫断肠当时只记入山深,清溪几度到云林。春来遍是桃花水,不辨仙源何处寻。 |
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5月21日 纪事每一次得到,都会伴随着失去。每一次失去,都会伴随着获得。只是有些事情是无形的罢了。 所以我失去和得到的,都无足悲喜。 最后一切都归零。我从原点开始,这有多好。 每日把自己打理得一丝不苟然后出门,罗列紧张的学习计划。 孪孪的坚持每次都给我激励。 我亦看到小茹眼里的善良和忧伤。 在追逐理想的时候,有一些东西总也放不开,于是习惯了背着包袱起程,尽力支撑,行走不辍。 不想学习的时候约了蔡去体育馆打羽毛球。 我们是最好的混双搭档。 几乎每次都会遇到徐涛学长。他真是个耐心的老师。 匆忙奔走。 日程总是爆满。忙到以至心无杂念。 好在有你们和我在一起,在我的生命里划过轨迹。 我安于现在的状态。这一切都让我如此着迷。 眼前是一季又一季乍现又消逝的繁盛。 我的命中,越美的东西我一定越不可碰。 4月21日 尘埃落定 一周以来一直在忙羽毛球比赛的事。尤其这些天,睁眼闭眼全是击球动作,移动步伐,反击路线。打了几场比赛,可是回忆起来当时的情景,脑海里竟是一片空白。
女单打得并不理想,我的臂力压不住后场球。事实上如果晖同学,或者木木,孪孪,无论是谁,只要有人站在场地边,哪怕是默默看着,我不会突然乱了方寸。这就是我为大风哥的离开而深感遗憾的原因吧。混双倒是赢了,是因为晖同学,山顶洞人说他独当一面都没问题。我是相信的。
对于我,要提高的不仅仅是技术。谢谢晖同学。谢谢木木。
没有完美,多少总会有遗憾。但是无论通往完美的路是多么艰辛,我也会向着完美努力。生无所息。
一周以来一直在等崔凯老师的回信。没有催他,知道他好忙。是为寻求方向和动力的。最近状态不是很好,也许是需要调整了。征文,实验设计,答辩,考试,似乎总也做不完。
我并不孤单,但是孤独。
当一个人谁都不爱的时候,就可以轻易地爱上任何人。这我是知道的。
我不需要爱情。我只需要陪伴。
依然在寻找,一个强大的人,温暖的人,能打开我全新思路的人,来引导我前进的方向。
请允许我尘埃落定。
用沉默封存过往。
3月1日 起程It was the best of times,it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief,it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light,it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope,it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us,we had nothing before , we were all going direct to Heaven,we were all going direct the other way. ——Charles Dickens,A Tale of Two Cities 起程。
多歧路,今安在?
已是春天。
天接云涛连晓雾,星河欲转千帆舞。仿佛梦魂归帝所,闻天语,殷勤问我归何处。 我报路长嗟日暮,学诗谩有惊人句。九万里风鹏正举,风休住,蓬舟吹取三山去。
2月18日 回首又见它
我们风尘仆仆,为赴这一面之约。 一中。 而如今我走在医学院里,平淡从容。仰头可以看到虬曲的枝丫,俯身可以看到青涩的落果。我抱着书,背着双肩包,期待着一直期待的,希望有什么事能点亮我的生活。 我站在十字路口,风破空而来。长长的时光片段如同连在一起的胶片从眼前走过。静默没有声响。 有些事情,一直潜藏在记忆里,留在阑珊夜色、万家灯火的后面,像旧情人,温婉沉静。蓦然回首,又见它。 2月14日 Love at First Sight ——By Wislawa Szymborska
They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them. But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways— perhaps they've passed each other a million times? I want to ask them
if they don't remember— a moment face to face in some revolving door? Perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd? A curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver? But I know the answer. No, they don't remember They'd be amazed to hear that Chance has been toying with them now for years. Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny, it pushed them close, drove them apart, it barred their path, stifling a laugh, and then leaped aside. There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet. Perhaps three years ago or just last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another? Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished into childhood's thicket? There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another beforehand. Suitcases checked and standing side by side. One night, perhaps, the same dream, grown hazy by morning. Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through. |
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