<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947</id><updated>2011-10-15T10:55:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanshin's world</title><subtitle type='html'>This is Chanshin's world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113434822372007689</id><published>2005-12-11T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:45:37.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>傻逼</title><content type='html'>两个正在国内爽的磁儿，一大家子被骗了20多年的亲人，一个被当了3年意淫对象的大学毕业生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些就是一个傻逼的所有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻逼一无所有，但是他不需要听别人的歌来说出自己心里的话，也不需要看电影来满足自己的梦想。还好，傻逼有思想有梦想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是傻逼终究是傻逼。逃不过一生作傻逼的命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻逼长得不好看，脑子也不好用，巧的是四肢也不发达。傻逼头发很长，扎扎实实的乞丐头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻逼为别人做不了什么，自己竟然也过得不幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻逼什么都没有，没有毅力，没有勇气......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;傻逼很失望，绝望，不想要碌碌无为的一生，也不想要不幸福的一生。可是事实总是和期望相反。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113434822372007689?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113434822372007689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113434822372007689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113434822372007689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113434822372007689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_11.html' title='傻逼'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113396075028245521</id><published>2005-12-07T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:06:52.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>一粒种子。</title><content type='html'>不是每一颗种子都可以长大，更不是每一颗长大的种子都可以开花结果。 不开花不结果，就永远是一颗普普通通的种子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是一颗本来普普通通的小种子，从小就在人们的帮助下成长，自己也为此感到骄傲与沉重。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又觉得自己好像是蒲公英的种子，蒲公英母亲借着风把我送到远方，希望我成长，像母亲一样落地开花结果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新鲜的土壤，新鲜的环境，不仅带来新鲜感，还有挑战。 一切都是对自己一生的探索与实践。 周围有阳光给我能量，有泉水给我活力，更有无数兄弟姐妹给我鼓励。这些让我很快乐，但是更让我快乐的是自己的成长，从孤零零的一叶嫩穗变成拥有渐渐丰满的沉甸甸的枝头。 成长带来的是无穷的喜悦与感激。以前有亲人陪伴的生命是无比温暖的，独自闯荡的日子确实精彩的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;时光带走了很多事，日子也悄悄得在流逝，我们得到的却总在不知不觉中积累着。时间转眼已经一年过去，朋友们为了春夏秋冬而感慨，为了岁月流逝而感伤。我却是在为家乡的母亲而担忧。 当我在熟睡时，母亲你是否也在熟睡？还是你仍在默默为我祈祷？我自己在他乡体会孤独的痛苦与人生的重量，实在不想让家人尝尽没有孩子陪伴的冷漠。风霜，雨雪，都请不要为我担心，你们开启我的生命之匙，也赋予我生命的价值。让种子开花结果，这一切的苦都是为了看到后辈们收获的灿烂与美丽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人们开启门窗，迎接太阳挥洒的光，为了是告别昨日的错误。经典的艺术告诉我们，美丽是一瞬间的错误。但人们却说错误永远是丑陋的。幼苗在挣扎长大中，难免碰伤撞坏自己。 这是成长的代价却也是美丽的源泉。种子长大后，离开了母亲。孩子也一样，到了自己的天空，看着与想象中其实不一样的世界，孩子会怎么想？父亲留下的是失望的背影，母亲留下的是绝望的泪水，孩子却毅然踏出了他人生的第一步。树人，树人，谁来树人？树人者，树也。对是美丽的，错相对于对来说同样也是美丽的。因为对一个孩子来说，没有对错。再凶猛的雄鹰也会放飞雏鹰，因为天空是一样的，但是翱翔的毕竟不再是他自己。种子会记住并且感谢母亲的爱，给予种子犯错的自由其实才是最伟大的爱。种子也明白，更多的自由不是随意拾来得，而是要靠自己的努力争取的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪，掩埋了异国的大地，雪中伫立的，是一颗颗挣扎的小草和一粒粒不服输的种子。愿做远方的种子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人，不像种子，除了要生命的延续，除了要安逸的生活，除了要美满的家庭，总还要追求更高层次的东西，那种东西，凝和了民族自尊心，凝和了对成功的渴望，凝和了对自我价值的认可。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113396075028245521?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113396075028245521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113396075028245521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113396075028245521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113396075028245521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='一粒种子。'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113395287418789140</id><published>2005-12-07T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:22:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shit, I just cannot be calm down within a deep stare</title><content type='html'>"Hey, who is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's Helen."&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Helen."&lt;br /&gt;"She's ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much time has flied away, no matter how many people have died, I am still alive, or be a survival. I can only hear a song draging me back to that day, that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are there. Yes, you are right over there. I see your face again even it is not that face. It is a pale color. I know you are tired. Appearantly, you have graduated from that school, but have you left your dormitary? your roommates? your everything carving on the old campus. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have a job, a nice job. A bunch of people goes with you, but where are you? You are there or you are not there? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved him or you are loving him? Is he still in there? I am not that stupid, but I was, Wasn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you were with him, I didn't quite sure of your meaning. But, it's not a confession. It's a refuse. I was so stupid that you had to choose another way to tell me, " you are foo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just know the truth because even you totally trust him, he is a normal person. People like hearing gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You? you have realized all of the truth, and you are always trying to find your way. I can see that. Your favourite purple blouse with a silent butterfly, your gorgeours smell with a hiding softness, your tailed jeans with unfoldable memory, your bag is still that bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you gone? How much have you gained? I don't care, but are you happy? are you fulfilled? Everyone loving you will care. You have started your new life in career, you are in there with your family, your colleague, your friends. What can I say except some wishes?&lt;br /&gt;As far as I've seen, you were not maked up... Still beautiful, slim, and perfect to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield is an old fat cat... So am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113395287418789140?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113395287418789140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113395287418789140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113395287418789140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113395287418789140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-shit-i-just-cannot-be-calm-down.html' title='Oh shit, I just cannot be calm down within a deep stare'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113354859448247739</id><published>2005-12-02T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:14:34.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX（转自磁儿Mr.Toy)</title><content type='html'>XXX,好久好久不见,怎么回事?你是不是怀孕了?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说句心里话,就是因为有了你们这样的一帮人,自认为有文化,自认为什么都懂,中国的精神文明建设才迟迟不能走出腐化甚至糜烂的境地.你可以诋毁,但别去糟蹋.你知道什么叫柯本,你真的把他的照片摆在大张伟(中国第一支真正意义上的先锋实验朋克乐队主唱,著名地下朋克实验乐曲&lt;洗刷刷&gt;的撰写人)旁边了,柯特,我爱你!什么?还有我在这大言不惭的连你身边那些自称颓废的破破烂烂的小艺术家们一块捎上了,你以为你们是什么?你们只不过是人类的污点,别浪费时间与金钱在你们热爱的音乐上了,来点实际的吧,互相研究研究对方的性器官也许才是你们真正所想的,或许你应该告诉你的那些小艺术家朋友们:想上我,你们还要费一番工夫,并且告诉我你们的梦想是真的,不是每天盯住我胸前的两坨肉和被牛仔裤绷紧的屁股和阴唇.还舔着脸谈爱情,没丧过夫没被中年人骗过没给人口交过没被人射在脸上也没为了实现爱情的理想去卖淫,你知道什么叫爱情?你有爸有妈,痛苦什么?你有学上你不好好学习,你空虚你苍白什么?还谈人性?真卑鄙. 你穿dunk了,是不是觉得自己特摩登?特别具有时代感?LV了?摆脱传统女性了?几百块钱的你,通过一番矫情与几百员的金钱就摇身一变成为大潮妹了?你现在是不是越来越看不上你的父母了,觉得他们虽然是生养你的人,但是在你自己苍白而堕落,但是苦苦的追求理想的艺术家式的无病呻吟中已经无所谓了?你是不是觉得你特有文化,特有涵养?啊,对,真棒,古典也rock,真来劲啊!真的,你学过的那几年小号所堆积的音乐修养全都被你造光了你对得起你老师么?再说我也就是不好意思说,你自己的水平你也清楚,不就是八月桂花儿遍地开么?你真的喜欢,为什么不下工夫练好一些?还是装逼吧,装吧,我身边装大唇儿逼的人太多了,只是我没想到你也变成了这样,我对你的印象还停留在一个比较爱哭的比较单纯的不怎么漂亮的小姑娘,但是现在时代变了,看来这个印象也得随之改变,我总不能被时代的车轮所碾碎吧?别猜我是谁了,不少年的同学了不容易,我也并不想用恶毒的语言来对你进行攻击,但是我很失望你变得这么歹毒与淫荡,不顾一切的将乳房帖在音乐,艺术或者其他什么的字眼上,只为了引起别人注意,或掩饰你对文化的欠缺,也许你不知道是你还有你那帮摇滚小朋友们才是把kurt的舌头塞进鬼的嘴里的凶手,也许你知道,那简直太无耻了. 你没见过一个多次想要自杀而总是处于一种失血过多的状态下的真正惨白的女孩手腕上累累的刀伤,你根本不知道生活有多么可怕.你能够衣食无忧的活着,难道还不满足么? 也许比起现在的你,我宁愿接受你被车撞死了这种留给我的记忆的存在方式,也许那样我还会真心的替你感到惋惜.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我磁儿写的，因为言语过于激烈，怕直接发给当事人容易造成大面积伤害，所以由我转发&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113354859448247739?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113354859448247739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113354859448247739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113354859448247739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113354859448247739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/12/xxxmrtoy.html' title='XXX（转自磁儿Mr.Toy)'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113342263602409879</id><published>2005-11-30T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:37:16.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have got nothing since.......the shit birthday</title><content type='html'>It was a big mistake to have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always a big mistake for me to live on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to countinue anymore... if you are not holding my hand tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to go, to find my spot in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eyes on me with an unknown apathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry to shit all of your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird  losing wings and  a  white blossom  tinted  by  blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been carrying too much all along since you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aim without any target, sing without any lyric, everything makes no sence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I could make me valuable and make you feel good even arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? the ending will come even no one expects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing all of this shit world by your greatest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit the world, shit the beauty, shit the hiding fucking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am going back to my 16's, a rebelling period...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113342263602409879?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113342263602409879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113342263602409879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113342263602409879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113342263602409879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-got-nothing-sincethe-shit.html' title='I have got nothing since.......the shit birthday'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113283377691801083</id><published>2005-11-24T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T04:02:56.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>好久好久不见了，我心中的你</title><content type='html'>还是和以前一样，必须要故作轻松的来向你问声好，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作为用来解开尴尬的开场白，问一下你现在状况如何？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实你变得如何都无所谓，感情不随状况改变，只随时间积累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地球真大，有了飞机才好玩。距离是一种游戏，全世界的人大家一起玩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情怎么感觉是一桌麻将？筹码是时间，大家胡来胡去，有赢有输。脑子快的手气不一定好，手气好的不一定会打。这不正是爱情么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么我对你的感情有什么不同？我觉得咱们之间的感情特别像一幅画，这幅画不是我画的，但是我特别欣赏。你却硬要拿走，我当然不乐意了。有两种可能，第一种是你让我多看一会，等我看腻了，自然会还给你。还有一种可能，你把画拿走了，我就拼命的回忆啊，联想啊，不断的模仿寻找，反而使得那幅画在我心中被神话了。那幅画也就变成了我永远的追求。所以别怪我烦，我只是放不下自己没有得到的这副画。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有多漂亮？你有多吸引人？你又有多深？我不知道，但是我知道咱们都年轻，不懂的事情多到列举不出来。也许现在你很成熟了，我也不知道，但是我有这个自信说在某些方面，你依然不懂，或者你懂了也不知道怎么去做好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以大家都应该退一步做人。有人想奉献一生给你，应该懂得感激。因为有人把他的快乐建立在对你的帮助上这很难得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上少数几个真理之一就是，每个人做每件事情都是为了让自己生理或心理满足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情好复杂，因为附加了很多兽性在内。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113283377691801083?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113283377691801083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113283377691801083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113283377691801083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113283377691801083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='好久好久不见了，我心中的你'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113283181026357319</id><published>2005-11-24T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:05:45.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vastly overwhelming majority says......</title><content type='html'>I have never ever realized people are worthy of love and right deserve love. I identity people as mortal sexual beings. I think that is why I am not happy. The majority is always right and it occupies mainstream of  our society. So what? I am supposed to be a part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is insane if he doesn't love her. She paid so much and totally fulfiiled everthing he wants. However, they are still two people. Paying and gaining are gifts. Human is born for paying and gaining. Those behaviours are kind of interaction. We should know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of beautiful views in the world. I don't want to miss them anymore, but I am still gonna miss them. Let me seize the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about you, lasting 3 years and cannot be released unless something comes up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to you, will you have been married? Perhaps you just close the door, get me out. Do I have to be in a tragedy? I will try......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113283181026357319?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113283181026357319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113283181026357319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113283181026357319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113283181026357319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/11/vastly-overwhelming-majority-says.html' title='Vastly overwhelming majority says......'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113133694608788967</id><published>2005-11-06T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:20:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's find someone to share the wildly windy night</title><content type='html'>Is it time to start a relationship just as previous ones ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no one can know who I was because I feel shame and guilty. Lust is so lovely and results impulsion. It opens our relationship due to some chemical reactions. Perhaps, this is why human is animal, I mean mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long way to the end...... and won't stop to burden me until the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113133694608788967?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113133694608788967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113133694608788967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113133694608788967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113133694608788967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-find-someone-to-share-wildly.html' title='Let&apos;s find someone to share the wildly windy night'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-113082012655784403</id><published>2005-10-31T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:25:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pervasive  mood of pessimism</title><content type='html'>I am not talking about myself. I am talking about my surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derive from somebody's literature, I know that pessimism is such a charming notion. People creat lots from pessimism. However, few understand what that means. I said before that people tend to talk about death, life,universe or so called philosophy. They try to persuade others to get involved in their bullshits. Basically, I have been doing the same thing. Fortunately, I've realized that I am stupid so I turn to forsake this kind of behaviour. Life becomes simple ( Although I mentioned life once again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing occurs, as I forsake my writing, I am also forsaken by mainstream. I saw one piece of news saying there is 80/100 people use blog to confide in. Having viewed those blogs, I found that those pages are almost always full of pessimistic mood. I can't affort it and try to express something verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world never owes you money, you are not allowed to complain even though no one can blame. If you are among the percentage of complainer bored and sick of the world. GO ahead to look for you paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearantly, girls are equally treated as boys. In fact, this is not a fair place. People knowing this and taking advantage of this are in the top of hierachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding himself as the poorest in the world is another typical or common way to say that he is unique. Actually you are not. Even you 've lost your lover, it isn't a big deal. Please consider youself as a mortal. God can't see your difference from others, even comparing with your pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, those people who are positive or optimistic rarely write......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion is to ignore any writing no matter how stunning they are. All bullshit, so is this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-113082012655784403?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/113082012655784403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=113082012655784403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113082012655784403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/113082012655784403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/pervasive-mood-of-pessimism.html' title='The pervasive  mood of pessimism'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112996200368664341</id><published>2005-10-21T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:58:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not what you people want</title><content type='html'>Go for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still completely protected and covered by too many people. Mostly, families or relatives even some friends. They offer me so much. I am always grateful to them. However, when is my time to be indepentent? When is my time to be responsible for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people want me to be rich. That's too general and seems abstract to me. I just try to find it and to show what rich is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking in some different ways and confused by some existent principles. Do you think there are some merits on the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a hypothesis, there is no evil or goodness. Only reality exists. What would the human world look like? It would be more cruel and competitive. So, evil and goodness are something for hiding truth so that people can feel better even they are cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is the source of evil and the end of sadness. You want to be delighted? just think you are happy. You want to find the truth? just think you are cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A WORLD WITHOUT REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the thinking is abstract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112996200368664341?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112996200368664341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112996200368664341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112996200368664341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112996200368664341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-not-what-you-people-want.html' title='This is not what you people want'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112960830865035738</id><published>2005-10-17T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T03:06:03.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you, Fu YunSha</title><content type='html'>Upfront, I ask you a permit giving me an opportunity to write about you. Even you won't bestow this permit to me, I will continue... I can't find the beginning of us ( I am using English, so just ignore the strange expression, fine?) I open this blog by listing date. Exact 2001 summer in June? The reason you found me is still so embarrassing. No one can help me out... even you. That's so frustrating. Also it's the first time I realized that the looking is beyond the inside. However, it might assist me a little bit. I can't explain too much cuz I am still annoyed. Anyways, I am surprised to be a so called friend of you since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have closed friends, do you ? I can't believe how you can have one. Can you totally confide in others ? A little bit far from my main point, let's stick to topic. The only one thing I am going to write here is an appreciation, frankly, gratefully. You are the only one being able to hold such a long wonderful relationship with me, You are! You understand me more than any of my girlfriends, but you are not one of them even I wished. You have lots of drawbacks but I never care. I can't explain why I want to do something for you without any payoff, which is so weird. You know what kind of person I am. I will lend something, rather than give. Another unforgettable event is, you know, about some one relevant to me and you. I am so grateful to you for offering a huge help at that moment ( seems to be many times). Although I knew you were just bored or curious, hehe, but you did lots of favors for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have showed up in every moment when I need help. Sometimes I wish there were no internet connecting people because I want to keep my memory in the past. You will be married and busy on your business. You will be a wife not a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have no chance to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112960830865035738?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112960830865035738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112960830865035738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112960830865035738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112960830865035738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-me-tell-you-fu-yunsha.html' title='Let me tell you, Fu YunSha'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112953587748811289</id><published>2005-10-17T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:24:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many naives seems to be mature, but......</title><content type='html'>Posting a unchangeable definition: the top mature person is always quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put this anywhere is suitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people tend to show off by saying like" Hey, you know somebody says I am (mature, smart, charming...), but I don't think so!" just analyzing these fake words and find something real behind this sentence. S/he is saying she is humble but actually s/he agree on other's compliment. Usually the sequentl sentences will prove s/he is really outstanding. For example, some people told me they got many chaser but they don't know why. That's ridiculous. I can image how much time they spent on their looking or dressing... Don't pretend everything is going by chance. In contrary, It's all on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You question this? Ask youself, if you don't think you are worthy praising, just don't say about that, why mention this topic? Nobody likes to show their drawbacks out, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self obsession is not enough to describe this status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn some from my father. He is so quiet even silent. I started to observe him since I wondered why he was successful. I couldn't get any information cuz he just didn't say something about succeed. Now I know why he made it. Silence means all. Telling some bullshit sometimes can help you skip something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I disgusting without equal? If I were, I would be successful without equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this essay hurt you, I apologize. Facing so many situation, I can't always be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112953587748811289?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112953587748811289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112953587748811289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112953587748811289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112953587748811289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-many-naives-seems-to-be-mature-but.html' title='So many naives seems to be mature, but......'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112953472977578645</id><published>2005-10-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:38:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have to be an Eccentric ?</title><content type='html'>Just realizing that people aspiring to make some difference in life are always called Weird cuz others are so common that can't affort you jump out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a  well accepted philosophy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always teach other's like mentors by their past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't understand a truth, they are just common and so mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who  always say like " you will be right or wrong " never have chance to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a "loser" who ever failed to conqure the peak, rather than do a "winner" holding and a house with some children and a boring job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are able to assist me to explain something, I can't afford a permanent love so far when I am only 20. Maybe sex is sufficient but not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a self contradiction cuz I am loving someone? She is a peak... as well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112953472977578645?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112953472977578645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112953472977578645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112953472977578645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112953472977578645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/have-to-be-eccentric.html' title='Have to be an Eccentric ?'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112937416011406484</id><published>2005-10-15T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T04:02:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you getting off this stop?</title><content type='html'>All my people are not delighted, but I don't know what they are concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are seeking for stimulation or impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to get rid of the decadent parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, without anxiety, What can people do for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only recalling is endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy with your family, this is the easily way to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting on the bus, taking a look at the passengers, if they are grateful to the world, why ain't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112937416011406484?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112937416011406484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112937416011406484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112937416011406484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112937416011406484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/are-you-getting-off-this-stop.html' title='Are you getting off this stop?'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872629056816886</id><published>2005-10-07T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:15:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一年又一年</title><content type='html'>张宁，你现在好么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和你断了联系有７，８个月了，不知道你最近的情况如何了？大四了是不是会面临很大的毕业就业的压力？不知道你是不是会像你曾经说过的那样直接找工作去，如果是这样的话我就祝你成功啊。我现在开始上大学了，同时也正在办出国的手续，争取可以去加拿大学吧，如果顺利的话学个１０年左右时间然后回来，也算帮我爸爸完成个梦。说起去年咱们的事情，我现在挺后悔的，既耽误了我自己也耽误了你。不过怎么说这段故事对我也是一笔可贵的财富。说起后悔，其实我想你一定比我更后悔吧，可是又能怎么办呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉......我希望自己能变得不再那么浮躁，能静下心来学习和生活。当然对于我来说这很有难度，我实在是一个浮躁的人，假设数年以后我能有所成就，我想或许这些成就也算对自己和周围的亲人也算是一个交待吧。总有一些日子我会突然想起你，可能你给我留下的东西太多太深了。其实我也不愿意触及这些，可是它们总能自己浮现出来。那时候的我还只是一个太普通的高中生，不懂的事情太多太多了。我很抱歉，明明就和你不是一个世界，或者说我实在不配你，我只应该去找一个和我一样傻的高中生在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不论那些伤害了你没有，我都真的很抱歉。最后希望你能拥有美好的未来，同时也希望你能遇上一个可以给你很多的男人，祝福你们可以互相珍惜。我想你会长久的待在我的心中，现在我也不知道是不是会永远这样。如果以后有再接触或者联系的机会，我希望我们还能像朋友一样交流。2004.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你知道我是骗人的，我怎么会后悔？有谁会后悔自己有那么一段一生难有的感情？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872629056816886?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872629056816886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872629056816886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872629056816886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872629056816886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872629056816886.html' title='一年又一年'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872623395961740</id><published>2005-10-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:21:18.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一年的四季</title><content type='html'>4月，春暖花开，一个非典中的春天，浪漫却随处可见。别人看来，也许我是所有约会男女中最呆的一个，因为她太美，美的让我只能傻笑。我们划船，逛公园，我从不把约会的时候延长，我怕那种雾里的感觉消失，怕她厌烦了和我在一起。那时，我只会说：“好啊。” 像彩虹挂在天上，池塘的青蛙或者蛤蟆不停的看啊看啊......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5月，我冒昧的请求被她拒绝，但我认定她必将是我最欣赏的人。一天下午，我终于把她搂在怀中。直到现在，我还想说：“谢谢你。”你的生日，我还会想起在你家楼下点的那许多烛光和粗糙僵硬的蛋糕。5.19日，改变了许多内容－我自己的内容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6月，我切实的感觉到她在我身边。一起逛遍北京的大街小巷。寻着粥店，丸子。还有那首97.4放出的《月亮代表我的心》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7月，快乐在延续，可渐渐的我已经感觉到现实的压力。我想，为了你我也要拼命创出自己的天地。这精神，我将记住。无论说起来为了谁，努力的是自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8月，每一天我都在想以后和未来，非典眼看就要过去了，许多傻乐得日子也将没有了。偶然发现她在自己心中的重要已经超过了许多，自己也不知道在期待着什么，所谓憧憬吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9月，开学了。一个礼拜能够见到她两次。希望自己能每个周末都送她回家。在这个月里，我们已经开始有过争吵了，可以说很伤我的心，有些事物，开始渐渐变真实了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10月，我不知怎么了，几乎很多时间都在想她觉得自己不再拿的起放得下，觉得自己的心已经沉了很多。她很好，这是我很高兴的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11月，我拉着她陪我过了生日......可是我后来悄悄的哭了，我在想，我许的愿啊，无论如何都要让我实现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12月，是寒冬了......仅有的3，4次见面，也是匆匆而过。似乎一直存在但是不明确的核心一般的思想渐渐出现了－为了以后的幸福，做更多的努力。&lt;br /&gt;在网上，她看不到这些话，我想借此跟她说说心里话，我有些难，有些痛苦，因为很在乎你。也想对自己说：“你是一个不轻易许诺的人，这次你说过要和她养一只狗，叫丸子。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事在这里画上句号是残酷的。眼泪从此没了还是更多了？不能承载的重量压垮了谁？矛盾的世界啊，我承认你很大。&lt;div 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title='一年的四季'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872618560103004</id><published>2005-10-07T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:29:31.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>妖艳的罂粟之恋</title><content type='html'>紫色的罂粟花，阳光下她美丽的绽放，黑暗中她疯狂的吸吮着血液。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魅力？诱惑？她是一种魔界之花。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我第一次谈恋爱是和一个比我大一届的学姐。她像个男孩子一样开朗，她身上特有的倔强的，奔放的气质吸引着我。她大大的眼睛专注的看着你，就好像在告诉你：要疼我！不要离开我！但最后，是她离开了我，就好像两只雄性的动物在抢夺伴侣一样，她跟着一个学长走了。在她眼里，我或许太小了（显然），无法用雄性的力量来征服她。到现在，我还一直记着她含着眼泪对我说的那句话。－“我想留给你的是初吻，但是对不起，我没有了。”那天我明白了，只是简单的雌雄关系。人比动物确实强点，经常能找到理由给自己开脱。“好人”这个词就是来形容那些能够顺便找个理由给别人开脱的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就好像吸食了毒品，内心的迟疑与懦弱拒绝了戒毒的勇气，毒品拉着你走向死亡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从此以后，我不停的在换女朋友，内心的空虚居然要靠女人的体温来温暖，一个一个这样那样的女孩子在我的生活中穿梭，她们好像烟雾一样，在混浊的空气中湮灭了良心与责任。因为我是单亲家庭的缘故，我疯狂的爱恋着年龄比我大的女孩子，以为能从她们那里得到宽容与饶恕，从我心底挖出清澈的泉水，洗刷我的错误。时间流逝到现在，我可能已经记不住她们的长相了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;花枯萎了，变作了记忆，你自以为无毒可抽了，但事实上，你却已经深深陷入花丛中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;青春期男孩在女孩身上憧憬的东西我突然一下子都得到了，在一刹那间，我又仿佛领悟到了感情的真谛（又一次严重过高自我估计）。于是，我决定仓皇的逃离那样的生活，妄图找一个能陪伴我很长时间的人。此时此刻，她走入了我的视野。我没想到，她是那个改变我的人。她的眼睛，是心灵的窗口，是我渴望已久的甘泉，让我看到了希望和热爱。清新泉水的味道，是她一开始的味道。媚人香水的味道，是她后来的味道。恐怖罂粟花的味道，是她最后的味道。无论哪种，都沁人心脾......她目空一些的眼神，充满了无穷的诱惑和秘密，让我期待着她的泪光为我闪亮。刚刚接触的时候，丝毫放不下大男子架子的我，妄想把她像猎物一样捕获。可一切的地位转变只用了不足两天吧，我们只是在网上聊了两天，我就不能容忍我自己可以轻视她的地位，一切的快感来自心底。我希望能和她做恋人，虽然我不知自己是否懂得爱情，但我决定一试。追求她的过程好像用了一个世纪，又好像用了一刹那。我能体会到，她只是希望给我一个机会，让我不至于太过受打击。于是我们开始了这段罂粟之恋。那个时候，我可以说愿意为她做任何事，我不曾意识到自己的肩膀没有任何承受力，还自以为它丰满而粗壮，我也不曾认识到自己的内心脆弱无比，还自以为它坚强执著。其实，我只是徒有其表，家庭的阔绰从没有让我体会过拼博，我只会用钱或者权力来维护自己。我用自己积累的一点点的才气来赞美她，给她画画，或是买些礼物。如果我更费心的话，我会给她去电台点歌，或是做些浪漫的事情来打动她。到现在为止，我都不知道，当时，真不知道我到底是爱上她呢，还是爱上了恋爱的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;罂粟的瘾，是戒不掉的......几天后，我们有了第一次，我本以为在那之后，我会放轻松些。没想到那反而让我更疯狂的爱上她。在有些人看来，我很疼她，我为她担心，挂念，而且似乎可以付之于行动。在我们两人世界里，我感觉自己已经得到了她的心。可是我忽略了感情的价值在于稳定与信任，或者我其实根本不知道（现在看来我也不知道）。我放任她的任性与傲慢，让她肆意践踏我的尊严，这些是我没有想到的，因为她比我大许多，所以我相信她所做的都是对的，我像可悲的爱情电视剧中的男配角，付出得不到回报。我在她身上花费的精力超过了其他所有。我失去了时间去补充自己，一个17岁的男孩自以为已经进入了他人生的成熟期，我幻想着和她一起出国，娶他。却忘却了学习和家人。要感情也要面包，如果仅仅是面包也好，可是我认为她需要的是城堡，是月亮，我不停的给自己压力，渐渐的我也感觉到自己的心态越来越不好......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死亡，是一个吸毒者给自己最好的结果，也是最坏的结果吧，或许......我提出了分手，她看似轻松的答应了，于是全世界都笑了，我却哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说她不曾爱我，只有我像傻子一样，记着她的说过的话，我以为，大人是要为说过的话负责任的。没想到她轻松的抛开那些曾经深深打动我的话。她诠释这些行为是成熟。她还告诉我她心底有其他人，我不管是真是假，但这些已经足够伤害我了。至今，我还是不能抹去她在我心中的痕迹，当然我也并不想忘却，潜意识中我还是认为我们是有机会在一起的，世间没有后悔药，却留给我们那么多值得后悔的事情，在失去中得到的是最真实的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－罂粟之恋&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872618560103004?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872618560103004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872618560103004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872618560103004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872618560103004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872618560103004.html' title='妖艳的罂粟之恋'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872611388516340</id><published>2005-10-07T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:30:58.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>如果说要还钱的话，就先还给她吧</title><content type='html'>我想真诚的对妈妈说一句对不起。在我心中，充满了深深的歉意。可是正如我说过，我要对自己和社会残忍。妈妈，可能我最对不起的人就是您了，但您也是唯一个不得不让我埋怨的人－您知道么？我经常毫无禁忌的谈起您的死，用轻松的语气，用调侃的态度。其实儿子是想掩饰自己的悲伤和无助，妈妈，您一定明白儿子真的活的很悲惨......可是我不能输，我输不起，我怎么能输？儿子岂能被人看不起？你能明白儿子小时候过生日独自一个人躺在床上哭的心情么？你知道儿子即使在成人以后也曾对着镜子哭着说：“妈妈我对不起你。”么？可是，我怎么能让别人知道这些呢？我不相信别人能理解我对您的爱和思念，惟有把这些埋在自己心底，目前我是不会去给您扫墓的，因为我对不起您，我也没有资格让父亲带我去。请天见此心，在这个活着的世界上，让我背着您的灵魂一起努力的挣扎吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很久很久以后，我一定能带着很多很多的东西去找您......林欲静而风不止，子欲养而亲不待。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872611388516340?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872603695849010</id><published>2005-10-07T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:35:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>日子，我们来老汉推车吧！</title><content type='html'>－惟死者永远17岁。无论是17，18还是19。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这句话的说得是：如果人死了的话，对于死人来说世界总是能固定在那一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听起来有种永恒的感觉？但是死亡太残酷，所以我们老是硬把其他的东西加入死亡的性质，使得我们既可以体会残酷的快感，而同时又能让自己安然的存在着。现在可以说很多事情都已经“死”了，人们擅自把物体或者事件加入了死亡的属性。感觉这有助于表达和理解吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我们绝对不是在谈论死亡，也不是谈论过往的事物，讨论那些没有意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怀念过去的自己是为了人生的前进而不是为了怀旧的快感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告别了张宁这个名字？ 告别了张宁在我心中留下的痕迹？ 好像已经告别了和张宁在一起时的自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;－新陈代谢 对不起，我是被张宁代谢的物质之一。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;代谢和死亡，是绝对不同的。如果我说我死亡了，那么我就是消失了，作为时间流逝的附属品失去了物质的性质。但是如果称之为代谢，那么我还有价值，转而奔向下一个栖息地吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是到了前一阵时间我才突然想通了一大堆的问题（2004年）。整理起来很难，但是感觉到这些不相通总归是不行的，都只是头脑新陈代谢的必然阶段。但是有些结论让我说是说不出来的，因为从记忆中抹掉的就不能再回来了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于又可以过日子了，感觉我的日子应该是玩玩闹闹的，认认真真的，紧紧张张的。好矛盾的生活，但只有如此，才可以不断的新陈代谢。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872603695849010?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872603695849010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872603695849010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872603695849010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872603695849010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872603695849010.html' title='日子，我们来老汉推车吧！'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872599260498933</id><published>2005-10-07T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:59:52.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>你别扯淡行么？</title><content type='html'>Mi是大音阶的第三音。&lt;br /&gt;     要说唱歌，我还就Mi发音比较准。     今儿有一大色Mi，看上一练舞蹈的女的，我说你丫高三的不奔学习，一天到晚搞这玩艺干什么？     又有一哥们问我怎么把作文写好，我说你丫有话千万不能正着说，把短语顺序变了就能混个文化分。     有一女的要我手机号，又有一女的问我喜欢潘猥勃么，跟我这里嬉哈半天，没明白。我说我认识韦歆欲，她说有关系么，我说名字都比较好记。       就我Gf看我准，我迷她。问我啥我都说。以前挺早的时候她问我想娶她么，我眼泪晃了半天，生怕自己说的话太早率，最后还是“嗯”了一声，爷们以后就要为这句话努力了。     其实说出来的大部分都是瞎扯淡，因为说话的时候，脑子动得太快，没事骗个人，杜撰个事情什么的平常。     不过你逼我想半天才吐出来一个字，那个字就是真的了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872599260498933?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872599260498933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872599260498933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872599260498933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872599260498933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872599260498933.html' title='你别扯淡行么？'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872596053333738</id><published>2005-10-07T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:37:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>源自内心的肉麻</title><content type='html'>祝中秋快乐,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知明天能不能和你一起吃月饼。很不想让你累到。看到你忙碌的样子，想让你靠着睡。 谢谢你和我在一起，使我的许多无用的棱角都没有了。现在，似乎努力攥拳的力量变得更大了。我也没意识到，自己慢慢的成长。 中秋是团圆的日子，我思念一个原本曾经海角天涯的人。现在心中想到，我一定努力做一个豁达大度懂得珍惜的男人。 我在努力，我真的懂了一个道理，责任感是伴随着深深的感情的，人的价值，是扛着责任却能坚毅的努力。我只想做一个不常常后悔的人。 作为一个活在蜜罐的孩子，我不曾多想过未来的艰难。我谢谢我爸爸把那么多本应该妈妈来做的事情交给我。 到现在，我看到你心里还会一震，不同于以前的心动，会有很多的思念和担心。温柔的话我说不了太多，你更不会说。但请相信，我要给你很多。只要让我执著的陪着你，执著的为未来努力。 是不是每个安静漆黑的夜晚，你都会想我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结束忙碌的一天换回熟悉的寂寞&lt;br /&gt;懒懒的躺在沙发上像母亲温暖臂弯&lt;br /&gt;转到昨天的频道让声音驱走寂静&lt;br /&gt;总是同样的剧情同样的对白同样的空白&lt;br /&gt;是不是这样的夜晚你才会这样的想起我&lt;br /&gt;这样的夜晚适合在电话里&lt;br /&gt;只有几句小心的彼此问候&lt;br /&gt;系着两端的猜测&lt;br /&gt;是这样的夜晚想起我&lt;br /&gt;是不是这样的夜晚你才会这样的想起我&lt;br /&gt;这样的夜晚适合在电话里&lt;br /&gt;虽然几句小心的彼此问候&lt;br /&gt;现在牵未来的手&lt;br /&gt;是这样的日子需要改变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以了，知道自己可以肉麻起来就够了。转眼2006了，别再迷茫了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872596053333738?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872596053333738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872596053333738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872596053333738'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孩子们分享着彼此的小吃，无论是火腿肠还是汉堡包......在我看来，欢笑凝固了。还是秋风中的犹豫的叶子，看到有个顽皮的孩子跑过来，在我看来孩子们喜欢落叶，落叶可以被他随意拾起，变作玩物。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叶子啊！别哭，你固执的守在枝头，风中可以见到你的执著，树可以了解你的努力。自己就好像叶子，改变着，执著着，看着，想着......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872588786245646?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872588786245646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872588786245646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872588786245646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872588786245646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872588786245646.html' title='叶子，你的凋落，是因为风的残酷么......'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872583385527131</id><published>2005-10-07T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:40:02.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>父亲，别怪我</title><content type='html'>以前，我想我是不把你当作一个正常人的，我甚至会固执的把你的错误当成正确的，反而使得自己对自己产生怀疑，其实很多事情，都是由于你的成熟给我带来的伤心。终于，我变成了有自己思维的成年人，我可以有机会有胆量像观察普通人一样观察你了。说句坦诚的话，我对父亲，其实是无比大度的。我不能想起那些似乎应该很伤心的往事来。我只记得，你是唯一看到我为妈妈死而哭的人，这是你给我最大的关怀。我可以当着父亲你的面哭出来，是你给了我不用再伪装感情的力量。我不记得你有用身体碰过我，我的记忆中没有你的肩膀。我不是无情的人，绝对不是。可是父亲，其实我们就好像君子之交淡如水，我对你的感情无法形容，其实我们没有交流过感情，没有关于家庭的互相沟通，也没有什么节日的关怀和任何纪念品，唯一有的是我对你的尊敬和你对我的挂念。其实对父亲的感情自不用说，但是在我看来很值得说的一点就是我对父亲事业永不停止的挑战。说句不敬的话，你拥有的地位造就了你的性格，而我拥有了你的性格，一定要拥有比你更高的地位。你摆在儿子面前的不是什么背影，也不是什么手掌或是眼睛，而是金钱和拼搏，以及那些你时常提起的光荣过去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;职位，房子，车，老婆，那是你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过性格，DNA，那是我的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872583385527131?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872583385527131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>留给自己漂掉的青春</title><content type='html'>想做一个政治家或者商界巨头，那么你身边永远都是一个拼理智的环境，谁抑制了冲动谁就能获胜，但是获胜的人不一定快乐。不过还好没有人跟钱和权过不去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做纯粹的艺术家或者科学家就舒服多了～但是不一定有钱赚，有车开啊（特指纯粹的艺术家科学家），有时候受点批评也无所谓，充分的自我满足感和欲望的发泄～好爽啊！！ 做什么顾问，哲学家最舒服，天天蛋蛋逼，写些东西，骗个大美女而且还有社会影响力，做什么都舒服～可惜老是有人跟你作对，大家都号称理念不同。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一切问题都不是个人的错误，在一个辩证的社会环境中，我们不能要求自己过于中庸，那样就会变得越来越平庸，保有批判的眼光来看世界，心中却平静如水，该笑就笑，这些是我个人的追求。对于刚才我评价中国教育的发言中我决不是针对老师，他们也是正常人也要为了自己而活，但是为什么不能把教育和他们自身利益有机的结合呢？高三时候总是有同学劝我不要和XXX作对，我不是作对，我是纳闷她怎么就不能再动动脑子理解一下什么叫做教学？其实她所做的一切都是为了更好的完成教学目的，但是我认为包括学校在内都没有细细想想教学目的和教学手段绝对有一个最恰当的结合点，XXX我认为就完全没有找到。我想无论做什么都有方法和目的的矛盾，关键是找到最佳结合的地方。我说一个我认为最完美的结合，这个结合在一个人身上－周恩来总理。这就是大家钦佩他的根本原因，至于韩老师曾说的那些理由，只是一种表面现象而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么是咱们眼中的前途－事业热门，职位高，酬劳丰厚，家庭美满 什么是咱们国家的前途－政治稳定，军事强大，国民安逸，经济发达。什么是人类的前途？简简单单两个字：学习。只有不断的学习才是人类的发展源泉，我想我们能树立一个不断学习的目标才是关键。无论是学习什么都是在学习，不断发展自我，为了个人梦想努力，祝大家以后都能得到满意的人生。在学习过程中，我们一起牢记友情，亲情，同情还有责任心（对自己，对周围，对社会，对人类）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们中国人都怎么了？ 中国人还有没有精神支柱？ 如果有，那是什么？ 一个没有文化底蕴的民族是不会有民族精神的，一个没有民族精神的国家在当今强手如云，动荡不已的国际社会中，还能以现在这样和平、独立的形式存在多久？ 现在的中国崇尚什么文化？ 改革开放20多年中长大的这一代人，他们所崇尚的是什么？ 我们是怎么教育、引领国民的？我们的教育是否出了偏差？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下发言不针对老姚。 有很多人都说不要问国家为你做了什么，要问你为国家做了什么。俗话说子不嫌母丑。但是我们要反思吧？母亲的坏习惯就像现在国家的种种毒瘤，我想每个儿子都会爱母亲，但不会爱自己母亲的坏习惯吧？ 现在如果教育产业化继续下去,中国就永远没有觉醒的那一天... 大家难道还不明白么,我们十几年在学校受到的教育中,有多少是道德教育呢? 现在的中学生,除了追求高考的分数以外还会追求什么? 大学生呢? 没办法的,体制教会我们抛弃道德... 长此以往,国将不国. 这不是我们个人能力能够改变得了的,这是国家的责任。 举个例子，在高中教育这个环节中，我们都刚刚经过北大附中的教育，应该说具有一点的典型性，在这所学校里，有谁曾经告诉我染头发烫头发对我和集体有什么不好？还不都是管不了就不管？又有谁告诉我如何成为一个男子汉？还不都是就事论事？这是为什么？我在这里就敢说他们都是为了饭碗！为了奖金！为了不和学生有矛盾！这不是胡说，我有亲戚就是北京西城某中学的校领导。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;数千年流传下来的儒家，道家，法家，现在都在哪里？估计这些都作为书本内容保存在那些研究院的电脑里，在那些图书馆中。留在我们身上的是一些渣滓！现在的我们，关键的时候就犹豫，怀疑，无助。在日常场合，老老实实，担心受骗。这就是所谓的中庸？遇到乞丐，我们想到的是他如何如何不值得同情，会为自己的所作所为找无数的借口。伊拉克的一个普通婚礼上，乌代的卫兵打死新郎的亲戚，抢走了新娘，当新郎－一个年轻、很有前途的军官得知是乌代所为，就自杀了。这个军官是不是很爱国？因为他没有去找撒达姆复仇，而是选择了逃避。有人会说：撒达姆不等于伊拉克。那么，很高兴，在盲目的爱国和正义中，你选择了后者，你也知道无论什么作为前提，都是要经过判断才能得出结论。 我们从一出生就注定要失去很多，大家都有自己的兴趣爱好，可是有谁能为之拼搏赌注？还不都为了以后的生计担忧而不得不走一条可以预见的人生？艺术家之所以成为了艺术家，是因为他对梦想不懈的追求。看着小日本们猖狂着，却不能想象他们有多变态的努力。即使是在挑选大学时，我也看到那么多人为了能找一个好工作或者有一个好前途而作出选择。若追求梦想成功，我想获得的权利和金钱一定也不会少吧？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872579125351532?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872579125351532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872579125351532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872579125351532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872579125351532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872579125351532.html' title='留给自己漂掉的青春'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872574023888682</id><published>2005-10-07T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:55:40.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>渴望，渴望成功！</title><content type='html'>铜臭，钱......没有钱我还能有什么呢？我有了死去的母亲，我有了富有的父亲，我有了家人的怜爱，我有了别人的同情，我有了这些财富，却带给我没种的性格。我总是觉得自己是在时刻提醒着自己，可是到底在提醒着什么呢？我又做到了什么？我到了该深刻反省自己的时候了。学习是人类的本能，让我们不断学习吧。拥有一丝成功之后，更别忘了继续学习。不要老是谈论灵魂，死亡，生命以及时间什么的，经常性的语言发泄会让自己变得浅薄。不要沉迷于抽象的东西，金钱和权力相对来说很实在。不要用娱乐的方式来伤害自己。人生没有失败，只有妥协，人们都是在不断的妥协，妥协社会，妥协欲望，妥协自己，送两个字：凑活　?　没种美丽是最丑陋的两个字，我不明白　?　人性的美丽在穷人面前才出现。而美丽的心灵只是一种偶尔拨开伪装的觉悟。不要追求美丽，不要追求超脱，我们是自然人。目前还是十几岁的我，时常崇敬的望着自己的未来，想有很多成就感和快乐伴随自己。为了这个目的，我决定放弃追求和发掘自己内心的美丽，我想我该掩饰住它们，让它们自己心中深深扎根，不能让它们过早的开花。对成功的渴望不断的膨胀，我变得让自己喜欢了。就好像我的父亲。我有一个好的开局，可是现在因为自己的仁慈和没种落后了，我要残酷的追赶，不仅对自己残酷，也要对社会残酷。对不起，我不是不欣赏这里的美丽，只是我有更重要的任务。对不起，真的对不起。如果我说我爱你，那是有限的。如果我说我恨你，那是特定条件下的。什么也不能阻挡我对成功的渴望！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872574023888682?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872574023888682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872562541404601</id><published>2005-10-07T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:56:41.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>沉淀和自恋</title><content type='html'>连绵的，纯粹的，浮躁的钢琴声。寒冷的，飘雪的，流连忘返的冬。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宫刑造就了司马迁，命根换来了史记。不要把这一切当作美德，起码司马迁失去了性功能，我知道这是一种无奈，绝不是刻意的磨炼。于是他自恋，于是他迷恋......产物在沉淀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们可以想象，经过沉淀的东西是纯洁的，起码应该是纯粹的善或恶。不管加拿大的雪有多白，都不能抹净我泥泞的脸。孩子们不懂何谓出淤泥而不染，我懂了。周围的人们互相道着：Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我搀着软弱的悲惨的自我，妄图抗拒自由，抗拒资本主义的善良面具......雪，映衬令人苍白的一切。我，不是司马迁，我清清楚楚地感觉到两腿之间自己的命根。命根，命根，不能让你左右我的生命。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872562541404601?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872562541404601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872562541404601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872562541404601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872562541404601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112872562541404601.html' title='沉淀和自恋'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872555441898547</id><published>2005-10-07T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:46:47.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>子宫孕育了你，你却侮辱了子宫</title><content type='html'>人类的文化孕育了人类的一切，没有文明的人类世界无法想象。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，作为人类之一，企图接近我真正的心目中的文化，企图逃离一直伴随着我，孕育了我思维的文化......请让我感受两者的区别与联系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不久后我决定背叛所谓的文明，背叛所谓的文明带来的道德。因为周围的文化带给我的不仅仅是失望，还有无法抑制的恶心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;登陆最受欢迎的新浪，去看它的页面，那里并不是网络的精华，也不是思维的平台，而是作为吸引嫖客的妓院存在。新浪知道，在显示器的对面，并没有几个真正有文化的人驻足这里，反正他们也并不希望这些文化人们驻足。新浪需要的是什么？是浮躁的尖叫，是大众的焦点，一切来源于猎奇的人群，不过新浪们也没忘了财富同样也来自于男人的精液和女人的下体分泌物。他们希望人们能从色情文化中得到生理和心理上的慰籍。这一切，本来不应该是文化建设的起点，可混合了肉欲与本能的“文化建设”可以带来无尽的金钱和地位。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;食色性也，这句话本来是被哲学家们用来解释人类本能的，现在发展成了色情的挡箭牌，成了挂在望春楼门口的贞操牌子。这些不仅仅给了妓女们宽慰，也给了嫖客们无比的心灵安全感。为色情分级是没有意义和不智的。因为模糊的色情反而可以给人无穷的想象空间，这些所谓的情色比那些露骨的色情更可怕。所以我们千万不用担心国家取缔色情网站以后的手动性生活可怎么满足，因为我们是有文化的人类，可以通过思维来创造快感。在我看来，想象力变成了犯罪和肮脏的源泉，感谢大脑吧，给了我们有如吸食毒品一样的“快感”。 想象力和色情文化是不能分开的，如果细细解剖人们做爱时的大脑，我们就可以发现很多奥秘哦。男人的快感来自于成就感，满足感，和射精一瞬间的发泄。一个少年在做爱的时候，充满了自信和自豪，这可以理解，因为我第一次的时候才15岁，想象着同龄男同学们的羡慕眼神，我不自然的爽了起来。男人的压力给了他们更多的自卑，它们不得以要寻求满足自我的工具，可悲的女人们啊，其实你们得到的化妆品和男人的生殖器没有区别，它们都只是作为男人自尊的体现，唯一的区别在于化妆品抹在脸上，阳具挂在身上罢了。其实更有可比性的是精液和钞票吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;文化是什么？文明是什么？我想到的是一种人类积累的哲学观，是客观理智的分析，是思维的结晶，绝不应该是一种潮流或者是大众的习惯而已。建设文化的途径应该是思考，探讨和实践。世界上最纯洁的是什么？是思维，只有思维是最纯洁的。也许你在思考着最不纯洁的事情，但是思考的过程无疑是直白，真诚，认真的。打开关于文化的媒体，大家应该看到的是各种各样的，深层次的思维，或者青涩或者陈旧。我们甚至可以称强奸为一种文化，因为强奸这个活动反映了很多人类的本能和思维状态。但是我们不能称某年某月某人和某人做爱是一种文化，那只是一种噱头而已，无论它被描写得多美好多刺激。 说一个人有文化，是可以代表他有思维的，但不代表任何其他的。人们简单的区别有文化和没文化，简单的区别别人的成功与不成功，而不关注他人的思维状况和人生追求，这是极端肤浅的。 小资这个团体中集中了不少文盲，他们莫名其妙的获得了一些金钱，对事物有着或者中庸或者偏激的看法，却固执的以为自己活着舒服的日子，其实他们早就成为社会的附属品了，因为他们是我国经济发展过猛的典型产物。一个有些钱的人，听着他自以为优美的音乐，享受着他自以为轻松的生活，还自恃优雅成熟。其实他不仅不如那些大资，更不如小农，让这些小资们美吧。前面提到的垃圾网络也就是由于他们才变得越来越多。这个道理很明显，大资们没有时间经常上网，小农们没有能力经常上网。 浮躁的社会，愚昧的社会拥有的文化也必然是残破腐朽的。我们在不断地发掘发展优秀的文化，希望能用哲学化的观点来创造文化，可是文化来源于不断的思考，而不是能被简单创造出来的。没有几百年的积累，我们不可能重新站到古代中国那样的文化前沿，可是真得到了几百年后，我们又会被新的文化冲击，使得我们不得不再一次地推翻我们好不容易积累起来的文化财富......这是必然的规律啊？张艺谋的武侠片是这个道理，我们国家不断进行的经济建设也是这个道理。没有沉重的文化包袱，就没有令人反省的文化产物，就没有打破重生的机会。所以类似于新浪文化垃圾这样的东西还是会不断涌现，但是我们可以把它当作文化前进扬弃的土，让这些土裹着垃圾们滚蛋吧！当张艺谋的武侠片裹着花红柳绿，带着古代元素闯入我们的视野时，他忘记了自己其实是一个文盲，无论怎么伪装也没有用，他卖的不是文化，而是一种自满，浮躁和哗众取宠。而我们看着充满暴力和色情的发条橙却无法兴奋和勃起，这才是一种沉重的文化审判，色情？暴力？我只能说这么认为的人实在是没有文化的流氓！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872555441898547?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872555441898547/comments/default' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112872546842885490</id><published>2005-10-07T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:44:04.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>叩响那座大山的门.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;深秋时节。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;怎么又是一个人在孤寂的路上走来走去的，好像摇摆的时钟，看起来似乎每时每刻都在变，可是其实一日一日没有丝毫的改变。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;孤寂的路不等于走在上面的都是孤寂的路人。如果有目的地的话，那么每一步都会显得很有价值。明白了这个道理，我便可以接受重复的做一件事，走一条路。其实更多的人在不明白这个道理的时候就执著的做一件事，比如恋爱和学习。年轻人的世界不是很简单，成人的世界也不是很复杂。于是我们轻悄悄的走向那座山，带着矛盾的心情，还怕扰乱山中的世界，又期待着获得灿烂美丽繁华的心情。灿烂美丽繁华？清淡的灿烂美丽繁华－这是爱好文学的人们都能理解的轻轻的拍拍尘封在门上的苔藓，油腻的感觉，舌头的感觉，唾液裹在石头上的感觉，这是成人世界的感觉么？迂腐，沉沦，庸俗和成熟是山的里面给我们的感觉－大家一定喜欢把成人和少年做比较。其实我们又曾懂得多少呢？没人能懂得我再说什么，可是我明白自己想表达什么。一句话来形容：逃了一百步的人笑话逃了五十步的人不晓得及时随机应变，而逃了五十步的人嘲笑逃了一百步的人不如他们坚定。就是人类教育的本质，吃更多盐的人总是在说些什么，听的人却永远在质疑。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;自然界的伟大在于提示人们渺小的伟大。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112872546842885490?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112872546842885490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112872546842885490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872546842885490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112872546842885490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='叩响那座大山的门.'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112863486289648946</id><published>2005-10-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:12:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“一场雨，把我困在这里。你冷漠的表情，会让我伤心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;六月的雨，就是无情的你，伴随着点点滴滴，痛击我心里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我不相信，你不是故意的，却为何把我丢弃在风雨里？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我不忍心，也不想背叛你，唯有默默等你，回心转意。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我没有放弃，也不会离你而去。哪怕要分离，我依然等你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我全心全意，等你的消息，总会有一天，你会相信我。我爱你，一场雨，想念你……”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;（幸福）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;淡淡星空，深情款款的夜。你好么？真想再见到你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;不见你有一年多了，心中想说的话也都自言自语过了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;谁都说，我没有任何想你喜欢你关心你的理由了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;你，是不是还离心中的一切很远？或者说，你心中的自己又走得更远了？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;可是对我来说，幸福，我感受到了，就在身边。我不愿意，苦苦相逼。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我也不愿意，放弃爱你。自己的幸福，不是其他人可以给的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;远离家的自己，在国内有你，在国外有自己。我还苛求什么？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我可以痴痴的喜欢你，痴痴的想你。梦一般的独自度过每个夜晚。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;（路）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;原来，我走在一条没有尽头，盛开着玫瑰的小路上。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;大家都走着，你也走着，恰巧走在离我很近的一条路上。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;偶然，我看到你，高贵的，纯粹的，你,别问我是欣赏你还是爱你，我不知道。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我丢了指南针。走了好远，为了追上你而迷失了自己的路。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;那个流浪的，疲惫的，黄昏下的，泥泞的我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;那个一直求你不要走，曾经求你等待的我，是一个什么都不懂的男孩子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;那时而轻快，时而沉重的步伐又不知多少次不得不为你停留……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;（心）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;如果抛弃所有责任，所有顾虑，可以坦诚的问自己的心，那么一切都很简单。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;无数个无数个，平静的心儿们。他们都会微笑着说，我爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;永不变，永不换的心，勇敢到永远不会碎。伤离别？忆往事？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;他们一直苦苦的爱你，他们从没说过再见。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;（几年后）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;如果可以见到你的话，我还会很郑重的告诉你，我爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;我曾经说再见，可是我的心不愿离开你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;爱你的不是我，是我的心。即使你不接受我，请接受我的心。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;那时让我们干杯，说再见。让我把心留给我日益年老的父亲。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;只有这样，我才真的觉得自己是个男人。因为我还了债，欠了自己很多年的债。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;你知道么，以前我只有默默爱你的勇气，现在我有了说爱你的勇气，见到你的时候，我有要娶你的勇气。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;当然，也有这辈子和你分离的勇气。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;能和你在一起，今生不悔。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;不能和你在一起，我也欣赏自己曾经爱的勇气。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112863486289648946?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112863486289648946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112863486289648946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863486289648946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863486289648946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/spring-fever.html' title='The Spring Fever'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112863476937865873</id><published>2005-10-06T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:11:49.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A groom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Typing this by my poor English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Something stimulates me to write a bunch of words abreacting my bad mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One week ago, a girl reply me a piece of message related to my previous email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The "beloved" girl told my friend that she would not see me for hating me deeply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As she was telling me the message, I cannot feel my heartbeating .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To be forced to address the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If the time could be pushed back to 2003, maybe I wouldn't to meet her...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a person lose his/her goal, what will he/she do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All of my friends didn't want to burst this bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a meaningness dream! Even though I couldn't see her anymore, I also wonder if she had found a right person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Always imaging that I would get her back...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poped up and disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;怎么说也罢，我还是想亲眼看看她，目送她走。真的不容易，原来人的一生只允许喜欢一个人......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112863476937865873?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112863476937865873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112863476937865873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863476937865873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863476937865873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/groom.html' title='A groom?'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112863424987194494</id><published>2005-10-06T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:30:49.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heartbeats Are Weeping .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;我想了很久很久，才决定动笔写下这一切。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;为什么犹豫？因为我放不下。放不下什么？放不下曾经的自己。什么样的你？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;茫然的，好色的自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;茫然给人快乐，茫然使人度年如日。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;好色使人活泼，好色使人疯狂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;包在皮肉下的是比生理反应还诚实的欲望。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;青春年少啊，总是喜欢把自己比作悲情人物。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;少年轻狂啊，总是喜欢把人生比作诗篇。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;天真烂漫啊，总是喜欢把泡友当作衣食父母。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;那摊赖在女人身上的粪啊......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112863424987194494?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112863424987194494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112863424987194494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863424987194494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863424987194494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-heartbeats-are-weeping.html' title='My Heartbeats Are Weeping .....'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112863313113438787</id><published>2005-10-06T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:12:11.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Within music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When a similar scene occurred from memories, we all feel incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The singing blows in the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It waves over the sea, taking us back to the last world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The people who miss the motherland are same to the digger who on the way to treasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waking our minds up from nightmare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The life is alternate. Let these lovely songs take me back to my old handchair, and old lover.&lt;br /&gt;loading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112863313113438787?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112863313113438787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112863313113438787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863313113438787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112863313113438787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/within-music.html' title='Within music'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112862507048375764</id><published>2005-10-06T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:12:53.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting and translating some stuff from the long away past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been insisting on being what I shoud be these years.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the right way is to follow someone who succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;I feel our sky is disappearing from our world.&lt;br /&gt;The comet carrying my love scratchs the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;People see the same ocean from the different continents.&lt;br /&gt;This ocean called dream.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of shrimps who are striving to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Also some losers suffered death.&lt;br /&gt;A saved man means that the one fails to be the one he wants to be......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112862507048375764?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112862507048375764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112862507048375764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112862507048375764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112862507048375764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/posting-and-translating-some-stuff.html' title='Posting and translating some stuff from the long away past'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17546947.post-112862383910399639</id><published>2005-10-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:13:11.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanshin's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This stunning blog page starts on October 6th 2005. I hope you guys enjoy everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me, just anonymously tell me. No revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like me, also tell me. Gratefully weeping.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17546947-112862383910399639?l=stfangl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/feeds/112862383910399639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17546947&amp;postID=112862383910399639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112862383910399639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17546947/posts/default/112862383910399639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stfangl.blogspot.com/2005/10/chanshins-world.html' title='Chanshin&apos;s World'/><author><name>Chanshin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08086062407335545266</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/121/8218/640/%20009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
