失眠。

 

通常我的枕边会放上一两本书，有些书是适合在睡前和无眠的夜晚翻阅的。

有时候是薄薄的《STRAY BIRDS》，有时候是安妮的《清醒纪》。这几日，是那本有着优美插图的《小王子》。

这是一个充满了爱和忧伤的童话，是属于成年人的童话。是一个内心还保留着童真、不肯长大的成年人写给和他一样的成年人看的童话。

看的时候，心里会充满了温柔的感伤。

 

每每看到最后，小王子说“You understand...it is too far. I cannot carry this body with me. It is too heavy."

我的忧伤就如潮水涌上。

他说 "You know-my flower...I am responsible for her.And she is so weak! She is so native! She has four thorms, of no use at all, to protect herself against all the world..."

我想，我是羡慕那朵玫瑰的，即便小王子不在她的身边，但是，她一直是他的牵挂。在小王子的心里，守护她是他的责任。

小王子一开始是不懂得的，所以他离开了玫瑰。

离开前，玫瑰天真的伸出身上的四根刺，说自己可以保护自己时，我的眼泪掉了下来。

玫瑰是骄傲的，她不愿让小王子看到她哭。

坚强，从来不是用在有人呵护的时候。若有人呵护，又何须坚强？

 

" The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! ....... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent!  But I was too young to know kow to love her... "

 

 

 

 

昨儿晚上是很多中国球迷的又一个伤心之夜吧。

前半场没有看，因为和lg说我就没看到中国队踢球赢过，lg马上说那你快去洗澡吧别看了,晕~

结果还是输了，看了后半场。

结果让我这个伪球迷也大失所望，其实输赢倒在其次，只是输得太过狼狈，尤其最后一个球，已经是溃不成军了，及其艰难的盼望到了终场的哨声。至此国家队结束了亚洲杯之旅，提前打道回府。

最近一直在看亦舒的小说，她常喜欢说的一句话就是“姿势要好看，否则，赢了也是输了，输了更加贱多三成”。

也并非是要装腔作势，但是一个人或者一个团队的姿势表达了他的气度和涵养，能力和自信。这是成功必需的。

赛后球迷众多的非难对着朱广沪而去，也不是没有道理。至少，他没有教会队员如何面对昨天那样失利的局面，输得如此之难看。

 

还要附加，最近一直看亦舒，推荐给朋友和同事，亦舒不是时下浅薄幼稚的言情，“这不是一本小说，这是一本薄薄的励志式文选，每篇文字都告诉读者，不不不，生活并非逛玫瑰园，生命本身异常痛苦，可是——可是你必须承担责任，克服困难，才能好好生活。”

都是这样的故事，看了之后，既让人不再作白日梦，却也对生活充满希望。我尊敬那些靠自己努力好好生活的女性～

 

Your questioning eyes are sad. They seek to know my meaning as the moon would fathom the sea.

I have bared my life before your eyes from end to end, with nothing hidden or held back.That is why you know me not.

If it were only a gem, I could break it into a hundred pieces and string them into a chain to put on your neck.

If it were only a flower, round and small and sweet, I could pluck it from its stem and set it in your hair.

But it is a heart, my beloved. Where are its shores and its bottom?

You know not the limits of this kingdom, still you are its queen.

If  it were only a moment of pleasure, it would flower in an easy smile, and you could see it and read it in a moment.

If it were merely a pain, it would melt in limpid tears, reflecting its inmost secret without a word.

But it is love, my beloved.

Its pleasure and pain are boundless, and endless its wants and wealth.

It is as near to u as your life, but u can never wholly know it.

 

My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes.

They are the cradle of the morning, they are the kingdom of the stars.

My song are lost in their depths.

Let me but clear its cloud and spread wings in its sunshine.