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2010年03月26日
2010年3月第3周(一)
這裏是外婆安的菜園,清早外公耕地,公公嬤嬤都來湊熱鬧了!
從江灘回來的的路上我睡著了,奶奶怕我曬,到毯子拉得高高的,這一覺睡得真舒服,從下午一點睡到了三點多.
我比奶奶起床還早!
從江灘回來的的路上我睡著了,奶奶怕我曬,到毯子拉得高高的,這一覺睡得真舒服,從下午一點睡到了三點多.
我比奶奶起床還早!
2008年06月28日
The Flavour of Love
He sits opposite to me. We just made and finished the overall situation, the piece on the chess board is half, but he had already failed. Does not have ever since we knew and became the chess friend, we play chess each time, just there are five or six fragmentary pieces left finally on the chess board. I see the look that her absent-minded sight moves swiftly, strike chess board, ask to him: "You are busy in the heart! "
He smile, look in the building under construction across the street of eye later, said: "Will finish covering soon. " He is a building worker on that building site of building under construction, is the civilian worker coming to the town from the countryside who we often talk about too. Upper and lower chesses by the road of a gang of of us of that day, he came over from building site opposite, when come over, have people notice let us notice he because in prop up one step chess behind me he he, make my chess come back to life. Old saying have the spectator sees most clearly, say, but have his saying in silence of view, he speaks, with me person that play chess detest getting white he at one glance, leave behind piece stand up, move unexpectedly. He has flushed quickly. Who lie in a few mouth more still chess by the the road in fact, I know, stand up reason to leave with person that me play chess, because it was a civilian worker that spoke out of turn. His bloated red face stands behind me, some are at a loss. The person surrounding and watching it leaves slowly, their leaving, make him more poverty-stricken. Some of me feel sorry, greet him at once: "Come on, kill one. " He has hesitated for a moment, sits to my opposite side, feeling grateful will smile to me. Finish under two chesses, we become the chess friend.
I think all the time before this moment too a civilian worker from countryside is besides working and having a meal and sleeping, can it plays chess to be very getting amazing, but I getting wrong, I expect he have worry, moreover, after I have asked him, unexpectedly he has asked me a question making me very surprised, he asks I say: "What flavour piece of is the love? "
If not sit face-to-face, who can believe a civilian worker will get such a question.
His question has baffled me. My love, has got married too, but I have not had a clatter clatter mouth to think conscientiously what flavour piece of love is. I believe most people just the same as I, the clatter passes the mouth and thinks what flavour love is one no.
I have to throw this question back, I say: "You have got married too, do not you know what flavour piece of love is? "
He laughs very shily, he says: "But I have not talked about the love. "
I can't help smiling, say: "The love like what Zhao Benshan said in essay, after getting married that will not you that then? "
His sight is looked at me and said wondering: "Get married, return how to fall in love? "
I have been made a rod by him, the love should be a thing that got married in the past! Fall in love and produce the love, there is love that has a marriage, this is a thing of the principle in generally acknowledged life! He has not fallen in love and got married, then how about love, there should not be, if any, will he still ask?
I say to him sincerely: "It is any flavour that I can not speak clearly the love either, though I got married after falling in love. "
He has hesitated, draws out a letter from the pocket slowly and takes the letter paper out carefully, launch bit by bit. When he launches the letter paper, on the face is the deep happy smiling from the deep of the heart. He says: "I know what flavour piece of love is. "
I say: "Do you know what flavour piece of love is? What flavour piece of is he? "
He passes the letter paper to tell me: "I said I would come out, but I can feel, I feel, the feeling not saying out, that flavour is felt really well by persons. "
I take over letter, I know letter whether he wife let people give him bring, come on.
Unexpectedly there are no words on the letter, there is not a word, some are only several circles which use the pencil drawing. I look at him not understanding: "What is this? "
He has laughed too shily, says: "My wife is illiterate. " He point to whom the letter paint + say: "These are five steamed buns. "
"Five steamed buns! " What meaning I ask, "? How to return four circles and add a circle? "
He says: "I can eat four steamed buns at home, she lets here exists as long as I am alive to eat one more, it is not hungry to work hard. "
At that moment, I felt me the thing one share impractical appeared turbulently violently in the heart of hearts, it is so strong as to make my eyes astringent. I fold gently letter, feel pious decorated with five letter of circle still on the hand to reach him, I say: "The love is really a good flavour. Brother. "
I see blush of the last of the setting sun wiping red his face, he is covered with the flavour of love on the red face.
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He smile, look in the building under construction across the street of eye later, said: "Will finish covering soon. " He is a building worker on that building site of building under construction, is the civilian worker coming to the town from the countryside who we often talk about too. Upper and lower chesses by the road of a gang of of us of that day, he came over from building site opposite, when come over, have people notice let us notice he because in prop up one step chess behind me he he, make my chess come back to life. Old saying have the spectator sees most clearly, say, but have his saying in silence of view, he speaks, with me person that play chess detest getting white he at one glance, leave behind piece stand up, move unexpectedly. He has flushed quickly. Who lie in a few mouth more still chess by the the road in fact, I know, stand up reason to leave with person that me play chess, because it was a civilian worker that spoke out of turn. His bloated red face stands behind me, some are at a loss. The person surrounding and watching it leaves slowly, their leaving, make him more poverty-stricken. Some of me feel sorry, greet him at once: "Come on, kill one. " He has hesitated for a moment, sits to my opposite side, feeling grateful will smile to me. Finish under two chesses, we become the chess friend.
I think all the time before this moment too a civilian worker from countryside is besides working and having a meal and sleeping, can it plays chess to be very getting amazing, but I getting wrong, I expect he have worry, moreover, after I have asked him, unexpectedly he has asked me a question making me very surprised, he asks I say: "What flavour piece of is the love? "
If not sit face-to-face, who can believe a civilian worker will get such a question.
His question has baffled me. My love, has got married too, but I have not had a clatter clatter mouth to think conscientiously what flavour piece of love is. I believe most people just the same as I, the clatter passes the mouth and thinks what flavour love is one no.
I have to throw this question back, I say: "You have got married too, do not you know what flavour piece of love is? "
He laughs very shily, he says: "But I have not talked about the love. "
I can't help smiling, say: "The love like what Zhao Benshan said in essay, after getting married that will not you that then? "
His sight is looked at me and said wondering: "Get married, return how to fall in love? "
I have been made a rod by him, the love should be a thing that got married in the past! Fall in love and produce the love, there is love that has a marriage, this is a thing of the principle in generally acknowledged life! He has not fallen in love and got married, then how about love, there should not be, if any, will he still ask?
I say to him sincerely: "It is any flavour that I can not speak clearly the love either, though I got married after falling in love. "
He has hesitated, draws out a letter from the pocket slowly and takes the letter paper out carefully, launch bit by bit. When he launches the letter paper, on the face is the deep happy smiling from the deep of the heart. He says: "I know what flavour piece of love is. "
I say: "Do you know what flavour piece of love is? What flavour piece of is he? "
He passes the letter paper to tell me: "I said I would come out, but I can feel, I feel, the feeling not saying out, that flavour is felt really well by persons. "
I take over letter, I know letter whether he wife let people give him bring, come on.
Unexpectedly there are no words on the letter, there is not a word, some are only several circles which use the pencil drawing. I look at him not understanding: "What is this? "
He has laughed too shily, says: "My wife is illiterate. " He point to whom the letter paint + say: "These are five steamed buns. "
"Five steamed buns! " What meaning I ask, "? How to return four circles and add a circle? "
He says: "I can eat four steamed buns at home, she lets here exists as long as I am alive to eat one more, it is not hungry to work hard. "
At that moment, I felt me the thing one share impractical appeared turbulently violently in the heart of hearts, it is so strong as to make my eyes astringent. I fold gently letter, feel pious decorated with five letter of circle still on the hand to reach him, I say: "The love is really a good flavour. Brother. "
I see blush of the last of the setting sun wiping red his face, he is covered with the flavour of love on the red face.
Related article tags:1.補習導師2.商務中心3.游泳4.瑜伽5.winnehui
2008年06月14日
Destiny Can Never Turn Around
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A few days ago, I got back to my homeland from another city.
In others' city, there is my ill mother at home with me. Get on the bus, classmates ask me, why not come back for more than two years? We always write poems like this in the campus, the homeland is my mother, now, my mother is my eternal homeland.
My sister has mailed messages: So anxious to go back to the township? I just came back from her city. Enter homeland, mobile phone signal no of me. Is this a hint? It wants to tell me what.
Pass by the garden room where my big aunt lives, the car has been parked. I have entered once bending over. Garden room of her at the large roadside, read the cabin of the vegetable garden first originally, heard the little uncle calling this kind of building " the development zone " humorously later ,Say which day is unfit for anything and live in the development zone, peace and quiet for ears. The big aunt asks me mother's condition once seeing me, then wipe one's own canthus ceaselessly with sleeves. Such a scene has been repeated in the homeland for several times, just personages are becoming: Two aunts, two aunts, aunts, younger sisters. I always speak a word, I must leave, my classmate is waiting outside. It is so short that it is mobilized that even one's own emotion has no enough time.
I and my classmates saw that small bridge at the same time. I get up body direct unconsciously, I see one cousin of me, it seems who does it wait for, I have not got off. My classmate has remembered the past event, on the Spring Festival of 1991, as soon as he caught way of 30 kilometers, he bought two bottles of " Lao Huang's skins " in this bridgehead (the homeland, to the pet name of a kind of Chinese liquor, it is yellow that the packaging of the wine is) ,Don't be after the bicycle the shelf has got on my home.
It is a secretary in this town now. While passing in the town, I have remembered his identity. The small town is just the enlarged village, there is a main street too, but street this one bunch is worn local police station, telecommunication bureau, government compound, agricultural bank, middle school and big and small shop that I teach once into, the sample looks like and inserts the candied haws on a stick on the top of the bamboo pole very much, under the sunshine at noon, I think it is on, the car is moving, I see the dance in small, broken bits. Break to pieces, can not collect, there was not beauty found a lot of years ago. I at that time always think to live in other places.
The car sailed into the road before the village steadily, I had thought of a new developing word: Open in every village. The homeland has given me a brand-new feeling through a road. Yes, road of homeland, fresh young expression, old one of tree new and green. Crops and wind, the rainbow flowing. The time that I am trickled on the road at noon snarls the state of mind. You should write this road, it is your little uncle that leads what the people in the village repaired after being a village branch secretary. Classmates' voice seems to fall since remote space-time.
I have seen our old room. Frankly speaking, it is the place where the old room once existed, stand in others' new tile-roofed house above. That day when the old room fell down, parents cried, I thought I had no tear. The smoke from kitchen chimneys in the old room is and mother is combined together. If one day, mother goes further, lose the source of the life, I do not know the procedure that I am more long. Homeless.
The one that go out and meet us, first small uncle's yellow dog of the house, then the cousin, is the little uncle, it is aunts of the apron that it is greasy that there are dual tactics. The little uncle is very glad, he looks very sunny. I have seen my mother from his smile. What has he seen? His elder sister? His superior? My classmate agreed, we gather together, do not have other contents. Classmate Cui of me come too, he leaves home and goes to school to go back to the township to teach with me. Set free false autumn 1990, we still stayed into the school, took the noodles that he boiled, I had diarrhoea and went home. He is still fostering the fresh and tender book sound of homeland by way of life of staying behind to take care of things.
We begin to clink glasses ceaselessly, without clinking glasses while speaking, have finished offering the elder offering each one each other. Cui say me to be getting tight I say, stay up drum smash the payment for an article or book written. The little uncle says the secretary support my village more this year, then I am calling " the secretary " Clink glasses with classmates, it is classmates that classmates say us you do not get me down. Three uncles have come too, not bad, he has not asked my mother. This kind of circumstances, some wine is touched and must be drunk up, some topics must touch the regret. Drinking, I have changed into the tea. I am very sober, has seen the people of the homeland, I immerse in the linguistic context in childhood.
When leave, bent over very consummately, crept into the car, so left my homeland fast. Only two hours, it is general to scratch the surface, and this is water which is moistening my life, water in all one's life.
In the city that I live away from home, I am sleeping at noon. In the homeland, I am waking up, seem to walk in the dream too. White light clicked flashes a bit equally to see the roof fish scale of the homeland, I suddenly remembered a word like this:
The scenery can turn around, but the destiny can never turn around.
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A few days ago, I got back to my homeland from another city.
In others' city, there is my ill mother at home with me. Get on the bus, classmates ask me, why not come back for more than two years? We always write poems like this in the campus, the homeland is my mother, now, my mother is my eternal homeland.
My sister has mailed messages: So anxious to go back to the township? I just came back from her city. Enter homeland, mobile phone signal no of me. Is this a hint? It wants to tell me what.
Pass by the garden room where my big aunt lives, the car has been parked. I have entered once bending over. Garden room of her at the large roadside, read the cabin of the vegetable garden first originally, heard the little uncle calling this kind of building " the development zone " humorously later ,Say which day is unfit for anything and live in the development zone, peace and quiet for ears. The big aunt asks me mother's condition once seeing me, then wipe one's own canthus ceaselessly with sleeves. Such a scene has been repeated in the homeland for several times, just personages are becoming: Two aunts, two aunts, aunts, younger sisters. I always speak a word, I must leave, my classmate is waiting outside. It is so short that it is mobilized that even one's own emotion has no enough time.
I and my classmates saw that small bridge at the same time. I get up body direct unconsciously, I see one cousin of me, it seems who does it wait for, I have not got off. My classmate has remembered the past event, on the Spring Festival of 1991, as soon as he caught way of 30 kilometers, he bought two bottles of " Lao Huang's skins " in this bridgehead (the homeland, to the pet name of a kind of Chinese liquor, it is yellow that the packaging of the wine is) ,Don't be after the bicycle the shelf has got on my home.
It is a secretary in this town now. While passing in the town, I have remembered his identity. The small town is just the enlarged village, there is a main street too, but street this one bunch is worn local police station, telecommunication bureau, government compound, agricultural bank, middle school and big and small shop that I teach once into, the sample looks like and inserts the candied haws on a stick on the top of the bamboo pole very much, under the sunshine at noon, I think it is on, the car is moving, I see the dance in small, broken bits. Break to pieces, can not collect, there was not beauty found a lot of years ago. I at that time always think to live in other places.
The car sailed into the road before the village steadily, I had thought of a new developing word: Open in every village. The homeland has given me a brand-new feeling through a road. Yes, road of homeland, fresh young expression, old one of tree new and green. Crops and wind, the rainbow flowing. The time that I am trickled on the road at noon snarls the state of mind. You should write this road, it is your little uncle that leads what the people in the village repaired after being a village branch secretary. Classmates' voice seems to fall since remote space-time.
I have seen our old room. Frankly speaking, it is the place where the old room once existed, stand in others' new tile-roofed house above. That day when the old room fell down, parents cried, I thought I had no tear. The smoke from kitchen chimneys in the old room is and mother is combined together. If one day, mother goes further, lose the source of the life, I do not know the procedure that I am more long. Homeless.
The one that go out and meet us, first small uncle's yellow dog of the house, then the cousin, is the little uncle, it is aunts of the apron that it is greasy that there are dual tactics. The little uncle is very glad, he looks very sunny. I have seen my mother from his smile. What has he seen? His elder sister? His superior? My classmate agreed, we gather together, do not have other contents. Classmate Cui of me come too, he leaves home and goes to school to go back to the township to teach with me. Set free false autumn 1990, we still stayed into the school, took the noodles that he boiled, I had diarrhoea and went home. He is still fostering the fresh and tender book sound of homeland by way of life of staying behind to take care of things.
We begin to clink glasses ceaselessly, without clinking glasses while speaking, have finished offering the elder offering each one each other. Cui say me to be getting tight I say, stay up drum smash the payment for an article or book written. The little uncle says the secretary support my village more this year, then I am calling " the secretary " Clink glasses with classmates, it is classmates that classmates say us you do not get me down. Three uncles have come too, not bad, he has not asked my mother. This kind of circumstances, some wine is touched and must be drunk up, some topics must touch the regret. Drinking, I have changed into the tea. I am very sober, has seen the people of the homeland, I immerse in the linguistic context in childhood.
When leave, bent over very consummately, crept into the car, so left my homeland fast. Only two hours, it is general to scratch the surface, and this is water which is moistening my life, water in all one's life.
In the city that I live away from home, I am sleeping at noon. In the homeland, I am waking up, seem to walk in the dream too. White light clicked flashes a bit equally to see the roof fish scale of the homeland, I suddenly remembered a word like this:
The scenery can turn around, but the destiny can never turn around.
Related websites:
http://www.applestorage.com.hk
http://www.childrenplaygroup.com/xingquban.html
http://www.englishcourse-hk.com/putonghua_course.html
