Wenjing

　　昨天８月８日刚刚立秋过后，今早的天气刹时变得清凉了些许，可以让心静下来，看着上午时光中被百页窗缝隙间分隔的窗外大树微风摇拽生姿，一大片绿色就是眼一左斜就可尽收眼底的，平和的美让人心神安宁。昨日早晨的闪电交加的雷阵雨把人的心情闷到了逼尽极致，那是一种让你又湿又空气沉闷的气候。今日早晨的感觉则全然不同。

　　感觉心静的时候才有更多的心境平和的阅读。早晨上网读到了邱，蔚文，范几位老朋友的博客，时光就这么一点点的流逝，竟然有种已忘了身处他国的感觉，读着他们的最近，他们的心情，他们的感悟，邱的幽默，陈的细腻，范的忧郁……我的老友们啊，全然已觉他们就在我的身边，虽然已有些许日子未联系过，让我想着还是那么近，也不曾陌生。

     邱博客中的《年轻的心》中这老家的孩子的简历写的真是豪情满怀，真是觉得年轻原来可以这么冲，往前。

     蔚文出了本新书：《蓝》。蓝色一直也是我所钟情的颜色。就是一种纯粹，宽广和安静。之前在新华网工作的时候，自己有个栏目“艺文”，里面常有一些作者的作品连载，其中就有蔚文的作品，这样一来就双方多了些交往，非常喜欢她的性格和灵性，每读她的文字是享受般的感受这个知性的女子。她的博客里有一篇写快男的，她的选择和喜好和我神往的一致，她形容一个年轻的少年到：“他真像一棵纯洁盎然，绿叶在风里哗哗吹动的树！”……我们老了吗！？难道是吗？为何总会对年轻感叹。不可以的就是失去失去年轻的喝彩。希望蔚文新书让更多的人分享。

　　晓波则是一贯的忧郁，他身上渗透到骨子里有一种男性文人少有的忧郁和細膩。这在某种层面的某种程度上很吸引人。

 

 

        Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision in which we see ourselves on a long journey that spans an entire continent. We’re traveling by train, and from the windows we drink in the passing scenes of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at crossings, of cattle grazing in distant pastures, of smoke pouring from power plants, of row upon row of cotton and corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of city skylines and village halls.

      But uppermost in our minds is our final destination- for at a certain hour and on a given day, our train will finally pull into the station with bells ringing, flags waving, and bands playing. And once that day comes, so many wonderful dreams will come true. So restlessly, we pace the aisles and count the miles, peering ahead, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station,

       “yes, when we reach the station, that will be it!” we promise ourselves…”When we’re 18…win that promotion…put the last kid through college…buy that 450 SL Mercedes Benz…pay off the mortgage…have a nest egg for retirement.”

      From that day on, we will live happily ever after.

      Sooner of later, however, we must realize there is no station in this life, no one earthly place to arrive at once and for all. The journey is the joy. The station is an illusion- it constantly outdistances us. Yesterday’s a memory; tomorrow’s a dream. Yesterday belongs to history; tomorrow belongs to God. Yesterday’s a fading sunset; tomorrow’s a faint sunrise. Only today is there light enough to love and live.

      So greatly close the door on yesterday and throw the key away. It isn’t the burdens of today that drive men mad, but rather the regret over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.

      So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, laugh more and cry less. Go barefoot more often. Eat more ice cream. Watch more sunsets. Life must be lived as we go along.

　　漆漆总算是吃到我托朋友带给她的巧克力了，

　　是我自己比较偏爱的Dove，

　　不要成天想着keep good shape，

　　虽然这是个全体女性友人的梦想，

　　可天下美食何其多……衣带渐宽终不悔嘛！！

　　其实，

　　我当时随手就挑起这张卡片写给她，

　　漆MM居然讲就是这张可爱的心情卡，

　　卡面的封面上惊人地写着一句近几个月

　　她一直让自己努力靠近的话--

　　"Life is full of wonder. Live the moment."

　　嘿嘿~~

　　真不枉我俩多年的朋友和相知

     Life just Like as climbing a mountain~~

　　希望我和MM，还有所以看到这里的朋友们，

　　天天像有好吃的巧克力

　　有好东西愉悦心情一样微笑！

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