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2006-01-01 00:37 星期日 晴
blogcn的第二后花园
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废话以及换模版
2005-12-29 01:07 星期四 晴
天涯博客的速度太慢了呀，有时我都无法容忍了，几次三番地想搬家。
清韵的博客非常美丽，然则速度比天涯更慢。
今天发现搜狐也弄出博客来了，大网站就是不一样，一点即通，然后……申请了一个。然然后，又申请一个新浪的……
叶倾城不是已经从天涯搬到新浪去了吗？
算了还是看不惯那些树小墙新的模样以及……不说了……
快要年底了，想在年前把迷墙写出来，把MRI远离总结一下，似乎两者都做得不太好。
然而又该写年终总结了，写什么好呢。叹气。天涯出了新的模版，可以换来试试。可是自己却没有什么新的心情。
The Lady of Shalott
2005-12-23 00:36 星期五 晴
The Lady of Shalott
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the world and meet the sky
And through the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot
And up and down the people go
Gazing where the lilies blow
'Round an island there below
The island of Shalott
Willows whiten, aspens quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot
Four gray walls and four grey towers
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to towered Camelot
And by the moon, the reaper weary
Piling sheaves in uplands airy
Listening, whispers, "'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott"
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colors gay
She has heard a whisper say
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot
She knows not what the curse may be
And so she weaveth steadily
Little other care hath she
The Lady of Shalott
And moving through a mirror clear
There hangs before her all the year
Shadows of the world appear
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two
She hath no loyal knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights
For often through the silent nights
A funeral with plumes and lights
And music went to Camelot
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed
"I'm half sick of shadows," she said
The Lady of Shalott
A bow shot from her bower-eaves
He rode between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling through the leaves
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot
A red-cross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield
That sparkled on the yellow field
Beside remote Shalott
His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode
As he rode back to Camelot
And from the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces through the room
She saw the water lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror cracked from side to side
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott
In the stormy east wind straining
The pale yellow woods were waning
The broad stream in his banks complaining
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat
And 'round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance
Seeing all his own mischance
With a glassy countenance
She looked to Camelot
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay
The broad stream bore her far away
The Lady of Shalott
Heard a carol, mournful, holy
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly
'Til her blood was frozen slowly
And her eyes were darkened wholly
Turned to towered Camelot
For 'ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the waterside
Singing in her song she died
The Lady of Shalott
Under tower and balcony
By garden-wall and gallery
A gleaming shape she floated by
Dead pale between the houses high
Silent into Camelot
And out upon the wharfs they came
Knight and burgher, lord and dame
And 'round the prow they read her name
The Lady of Shalott
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer
And they crossed themselves for fear
The knights at Camelot
Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face
God in His mercy lend her grace
The Lady of Shalott"
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the world and meet the sky
And through the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot
And up and down the people go
Gazing where the lilies blow
'Round an island there below
The island of Shalott
Willows whiten, aspens quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot
Four gray walls and four grey towers
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to towered Camelot
And by the moon, the reaper weary
Piling sheaves in uplands airy
Listening, whispers, "'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott"
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colors gay
She has heard a whisper say
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot
She knows not what the curse may be
And so she weaveth steadily
Little other care hath she
The Lady of Shalott
And moving through a mirror clear
There hangs before her all the year
Shadows of the world appear
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two
She hath no loyal knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights
For often through the silent nights
A funeral with plumes and lights
And music went to Camelot
Or when the moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed
"I'm half sick of shadows," she said
The Lady of Shalott
A bow shot from her bower-eaves
He rode between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling through the leaves
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot
A red-cross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield
That sparkled on the yellow field
Beside remote Shalott
His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode
As he rode back to Camelot
And from the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces through the room
She saw the water lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror cracked from side to side
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott
In the stormy east wind straining
The pale yellow woods were waning
The broad stream in his banks complaining
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat
And 'round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance
Seeing all his own mischance
With a glassy countenance
She looked to Camelot
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay
The broad stream bore her far away
The Lady of Shalott
Heard a carol, mournful, holy
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly
'Til her blood was frozen slowly
And her eyes were darkened wholly
Turned to towered Camelot
For 'ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the waterside
Singing in her song she died
The Lady of Shalott
Under tower and balcony
By garden-wall and gallery
A gleaming shape she floated by
Dead pale between the houses high
Silent into Camelot
And out upon the wharfs they came
Knight and burgher, lord and dame
And 'round the prow they read her name
The Lady of Shalott
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer
And they crossed themselves for fear
The knights at Camelot
Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face
God in His mercy lend her grace
The Lady of Shalott"
曾经，我挖过很多坑
2005-12-17 01:10 星期六 晴
电脑坏掉之后，在木刀友人的帮助下，我把那几个文件夹都挖了出来。里面乱七八糟的，有一百多个WORD文档，包括完结文，坑还有更多的大纲。
今天我试图打开自己最牵挂的一个坑，发现出了问题。然后我把所有的文档都试了一遍，才知道并不是所有的东西都救回来了。去年和前年写的很重要的几个坑，文件都已经损坏，打开文档，里面只有满满的一屏乱码。
有点无奈。
虽然说，已经都是坑了，当初没能写完，现在更不可能有时间去写他，对于读者来讲，是没有意义的。但是于我自己，终究是一种遗憾。幸好曾经贴过一些片断，网上还能找一部分回来。没有贴过的，就让他去吧。
很自恋地纪念一下。
1，《夜莺》，其实今天就是想起了这个坑。曾经是最触动我的一个故事，最想写的几个人物。可惜后来，因为决定不再写武侠而放弃了它。现在网上还能找回两个片断，好不容易翻出来的。
2，《白色天空》，我曾经在四月天承诺一定要写完。应该是可以写完的，只是遥遥无期。此文全军覆没。虽然四月天贴出的部分，不如原来电脑上的多，好在损失不大。
3，《大同古画记》，某个下午一时兴起之作，没有了。幸亏这里贴过。
4，《象泉河谷》，这个居然都还在。
5，《天雨花》，谢天谢地，这个还在。网上贴出的部分比原文少很多，丢了就惨了。
6，《胭脂》，没贴过，没有了。这么华美的鬼故事，变成了一堆黑漆漆的乱码碎片。
7，《棋》，没贴过，也没有了。这两个故事都算不上什么进步之作，丢了就算了吧，叹息。
8，《梦旅人·春风楼》要死，都快写完了的文，居然就没有了，我都不记得是否贴过。
9，《斑斓记》和《怒海红莲》，这个居然也还在。
10，《红色镜像》，没有了。
同一个时期里，会有很多主意，很多坑。其实最后写完的故事未必就是好故事。比如《云散高唐》不如《天雨花》，比如《蓝色》不如《夜莺》。一切都是机缘巧合吧。
今天我试图打开自己最牵挂的一个坑，发现出了问题。然后我把所有的文档都试了一遍，才知道并不是所有的东西都救回来了。去年和前年写的很重要的几个坑，文件都已经损坏，打开文档，里面只有满满的一屏乱码。
有点无奈。
虽然说，已经都是坑了，当初没能写完，现在更不可能有时间去写他，对于读者来讲，是没有意义的。但是于我自己，终究是一种遗憾。幸好曾经贴过一些片断，网上还能找一部分回来。没有贴过的，就让他去吧。
很自恋地纪念一下。
1，《夜莺》，其实今天就是想起了这个坑。曾经是最触动我的一个故事，最想写的几个人物。可惜后来，因为决定不再写武侠而放弃了它。现在网上还能找回两个片断，好不容易翻出来的。
2，《白色天空》，我曾经在四月天承诺一定要写完。应该是可以写完的，只是遥遥无期。此文全军覆没。虽然四月天贴出的部分，不如原来电脑上的多，好在损失不大。
3，《大同古画记》，某个下午一时兴起之作，没有了。幸亏这里贴过。
4，《象泉河谷》，这个居然都还在。
5，《天雨花》，谢天谢地，这个还在。网上贴出的部分比原文少很多，丢了就惨了。
6，《胭脂》，没贴过，没有了。这么华美的鬼故事，变成了一堆黑漆漆的乱码碎片。
7，《棋》，没贴过，也没有了。这两个故事都算不上什么进步之作，丢了就算了吧，叹息。
8，《梦旅人·春风楼》要死，都快写完了的文，居然就没有了，我都不记得是否贴过。
9，《斑斓记》和《怒海红莲》，这个居然也还在。
10，《红色镜像》，没有了。
同一个时期里，会有很多主意，很多坑。其实最后写完的故事未必就是好故事。比如《云散高唐》不如《天雨花》，比如《蓝色》不如《夜莺》。一切都是机缘巧合吧。
午夜
2005-12-13 02:43 星期二 晴
四月说“白色巨塔”的音乐很好，我正好下了这个片子在看。每次听见AMAZING GRACE，我都忍不住拉过去，简直让人碜得慌。这部片子的逼真度太高了，财前的脸如此熟悉，如此典型，我在过去的岁月里见过好多好多次……要是早几年看见这个片子，我会咬牙不做医生的。
最喜欢的倒是那个只露了几面的菊川医生。当他微笑着说：“我只不过是被你们用来争名利的棋子，而财前将周围的一切作为自己向上爬的工具。背水一战的人，知道自己什么时候胜利。”，我觉得触目惊心。
换句话说，如果不能把周围的一切都作为自己向上爬的工具，便只能成为别人名利的棋子。
共勉，共勉。
很困，中午就溜了回来睡觉，到夜里11点才醒来，胡乱吃了点东西，上网去各论坛看看消息，把瞌睡全部看没了。
周六夜里去大华电影院看了《如果爱》，然后跟阿汉一起在“不见不散”坐了一会儿，闲聊。阿汉说起了80年代的小孩子，他们什么都敢做。而我们的一生已经定型，就算心里明白可以怎样怎样，也无法挣脱自我的道德束缚。我搅着咖啡，觉得很难回答。我还没死，还有变化的雄心。可是有些事情仍然做不出来。虽然只早生了半年而已。
一直觉得，在我身上，一切都尚未开始。然而，似乎世界已经不属于我了。它浮躁而喧嚣，新陈代谢过于旺盛。
很惊讶，阿汉身上也已经有了那种强烈的幻灭感，相信“人生本无意义”。就像两年前的我自己。
我很勉强地跟她说，人生没有意义，意义是你自己给的。
其实，对于被虚无吞噬的人来说，这句话要多欠扁有多欠扁。
《插花地册子》，看了以后感觉不深，某一代人对俄罗斯文学有着莫名其妙的崇拜。倒是网上有个叫四不的家伙，写的帖子让我觉得受益匪浅。
最喜欢的倒是那个只露了几面的菊川医生。当他微笑着说：“我只不过是被你们用来争名利的棋子，而财前将周围的一切作为自己向上爬的工具。背水一战的人，知道自己什么时候胜利。”，我觉得触目惊心。
换句话说，如果不能把周围的一切都作为自己向上爬的工具，便只能成为别人名利的棋子。
共勉，共勉。
很困，中午就溜了回来睡觉，到夜里11点才醒来，胡乱吃了点东西，上网去各论坛看看消息，把瞌睡全部看没了。
周六夜里去大华电影院看了《如果爱》，然后跟阿汉一起在“不见不散”坐了一会儿，闲聊。阿汉说起了80年代的小孩子，他们什么都敢做。而我们的一生已经定型，就算心里明白可以怎样怎样，也无法挣脱自我的道德束缚。我搅着咖啡，觉得很难回答。我还没死，还有变化的雄心。可是有些事情仍然做不出来。虽然只早生了半年而已。
一直觉得，在我身上，一切都尚未开始。然而，似乎世界已经不属于我了。它浮躁而喧嚣，新陈代谢过于旺盛。
很惊讶，阿汉身上也已经有了那种强烈的幻灭感，相信“人生本无意义”。就像两年前的我自己。
我很勉强地跟她说，人生没有意义，意义是你自己给的。
其实，对于被虚无吞噬的人来说，这句话要多欠扁有多欠扁。
《插花地册子》，看了以后感觉不深，某一代人对俄罗斯文学有着莫名其妙的崇拜。倒是网上有个叫四不的家伙，写的帖子让我觉得受益匪浅。
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