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Saturday, July 2, 2011

今生你嫁的人,是前世葬你的人


       从前有个书生,和未婚妻约好在某年某月某日结婚。到那一天,未婚妻却嫁给了别人。书生受此打击,一病不起。这时,路过一游方僧人,从怀里摸出一面镜子叫书生看……

  书生看到茫茫大海,一名遇害的女子一丝不挂地躺在海滩上。路过一人,看一眼,摇摇头,走了。又路过一人,将衣服脱下,给女尸盖上,走了。再路过一人,过去,挖个坑,小心翼翼把尸体掩埋了。

  僧人解释道,那具海滩上的女尸,就是你未婚妻的前世。你是第二个路过的人,曾给过他一件衣服。她今生和你相恋,只为还你一个情。但是她最终要报答一生一世的人,是最后那个把她掩埋的人,那人就是他现在的丈夫。

  书生大悟。

  前世,究竟是谁埋的你?

  孟婆说:“行路的人,喝碗孟婆汤解解渴。”口渴的人心急的喝了。于是,那个前世埋他们的人,在他们头脑中渐渐模糊了。他们开始惊惶的四处张望,妄图在茫茫人海中寻找今生的爱人。“众里寻它千百度,蓦然回首,那人却在灯火阑珊处。”其实,你携起他的手时,就是前世残存的记忆在提醒你了,前世埋你的人,就是你身边与你相濡以沫的爱人啊。

  月光下的大海,泛着粼粼的波。

  和你的爱人去看看月光下的大海吧,在大海的最深处,也许就藏着你前生的记忆呢。

  三生石上的旧精魂,真的不是一个美丽的传说么?与前世埋葬过我的爱人,携手在银色的沙滩,那该是今生最完美的一种幸福了吧!

  佛说,今生你嫁的人,是前世葬你的人。

  第一次领悟到这一点,才发现,原来冥冥中真的有注定。

  也许一生中可以爱很多人,也许一生中我可以遇到很多人。

  对的,错的,那都已经不重要,重要的是那个前生葬我的人。会不会在某个不经意是瞬间他出现,来结束那前生的因果。爱情是什么,也许没有人看的明白,我也不懂。太多伤害和同情让原本善良的我们变的不是自己。就算要倔强的做回自己,而却要牺牲太多,太多。

  也许前生没有人葬我,
  也许前生我是个到处游荡的灵魂。
  我不想有太多的悔恨,
  也不想有太多的牵挂,

  当你出现的时,
  那一句:是你吗,足矣。

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Women of God

Woman was created from the rib of man
She was not made from his head to top him
Nor from his feet, to be trampled on.
She was made from his side, to be equal to him
From under his arm to be protected by him
From near his heart to be loved by him.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

一棵开花的树

一棵开花的树




如何让你遇见我
在我最美丽的时刻

为这
我已在佛前求了五百年
求佛让我们结一段尘缘
佛於是把我化做一棵树
长在你必经的路旁

阳光下
慎重地开满了花
朵朵都是我前世的盼望

当你走近
请你细听
那颤抖的叶
是我等待的热情

而当你终於无视地走过
在你身後落了一地的
朋友啊
那不是花瓣
那是我凋零的心







席慕容《一颗会开花的树》

Friday, August 27, 2010

爱情

爱情,悄悄的从我身边擦身而过。
好久好久,没有这个感觉了。
这,只是个错觉吧!
那,是个好感罢了!
是自己想太多了。
随便发个白日梦就好。

Sunday, September 28, 2008

F 先生。 Mr. F

9月23日,凌晨12点33分


我收到F简讯。
i receive a message from F.



他说:
你知不知到蜜蜂的希腊名称是什么?

我正在做有关传统医学的资料。

可能你可以帮到我的忙。
有什么意见吗?

he says:
hey, do you know what is the greek word for honey-bee?

i'm kinda doing some research for alternative medicine.
thought i cound use sum of your help a bit.

any idea?



我回复:
我不太清楚勒!

可是我知道有人用蜜蜂以毒攻毒来治疗一些病痛。

i reply:
i am not very sure about it.
but i know that there are some people that use the poison of honey bee to cure poison.




他回复:
哦,真的吗?以毒攻毒...还真有趣。

我可以放进我的表演稿里。

我有听说过蜜糖在某个化学作用可以让人感到美好。

虽然很荒谬,可是那是真的哦!
你有没有听说过?

he reply:
oh, really?
antidote for poison... that interesting...

i can put that in slide.
have u heard ppl claim that honey can makes u feel good due to a chemical...
it sounds ridiculous.. bt could be true.
ever heard of it b4?


我回复:
你当我是你的网上搜寻吗?

好像我一定会懂似的。哈哈!

真的吗?我不太清楚哦!

我也听说过要是烫伤时马上涂上蜜糖可以减轻烫伤的疼痛,也可以预防留下疤痕。

i reply:
you think that i am your internet? hahaha...

i never heard that before.
but i also heard before that if you get burn one might help to cure the pain and won't leave scare on your skin




他回复:
这就是我形容你的方式,我的朋友。

你在我们的友情上不曾留下疤痕。

你是个值得收藏无价的朋友。

蜜蜂在希腊是叫“Melissa”。

he reply:
hat's how i can describe abt you my friend.

you leave no scar in a friendship.

Ure an invaluable friend to keep for.

honey bee in greek means 'Melissa':)



我回复:
对!哈哈哈!

我怎么忘了呢!是我的名字没错。

你替醒了我。哈哈哈!

我曾经在网上查过,在foundation的时候。

可是我竟然忘记了。哈哈!

你真的在做research吗?

i reply:
ya! hahaha... how can i forget it.

it is my name. you remind me. hahaha
i search in the internet before in foundation but i forgotten it. hahaha
are you really doing research?





他回复:
哈哈!那你早就知道了。

非常棒!

不是每个人都知道别人称呼他什么。

我想你是例外吧!
恭喜你!

我真的在做research吗?

Hmm...你觉得呢?
he reply:

haha... so u've known it already.
thats great...

not evrybody does really know what ppl actually call them.

you're excluded i guess.
congratulations.
hehe
did i really doing research?
hm, what do you think?



我回复:
你不是在考试吗?

我还以为你们这个星期有年中学期考试。

i reply: i thought you are having mid sem exam this week...




他回复:
是的!这正个星期是中学期考试啊!

非常重要的!

我需要继续复习了!下次再聊!

嘻嘻嘻!

he reply:
yes its mid sem week 4 d whole pharmacy
big time.
hey. i need to get to my revision.
ttyl ya.
hehehe..


我回复:
非常厉害!休息一阵子充充电再继续复习。

祝你好运!享受你的复习。呵呵!
保重!

i reply:
very clever of you.
get enough rest then start your engine again.
good luck for your exam. enjoy your study. haha
get enough rest.





他回复:
你也是!嘻嘻嘻!

he reply:
you too... hehehe...







要是这个世界只有那么一个种类人那该有多好啊!
how good if this world only have one kind of human!




Monday, May 5, 2008

crush

I think I'm having a crush on him…
How can I get myself out???
Drown in my own imagination.
I have to get rid of this now.
Immediately!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

a story for you and me

i read a story from a blog. which is very very touching. i think most of us should read this. and remember about this story... it might be one part of your life someday. it really touched me. for boy or girl, man or women... read this.


''When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew.

I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which statedthat she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car.She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not takeback what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writingsomething at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventfulday with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the tablewriting. I just did not care so It urned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal alife as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me.

But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies,she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.


On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her.For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.


On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me, .. she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of hislife. My wife gestured to our son to come close rand hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walkingf rom the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.


On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school.I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her,Sorry,Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and droveaway. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:I'll carry you out every morning until deaths does us apart.

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot givehappiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things foreach other that build intimacy.