<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195</id><updated>2011-10-04T22:40:48.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Aroma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-8384929955714837302</id><published>2009-12-08T01:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:11:52.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>六世达赖仓央嘉措 － 情诗</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 15px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一瞬 我飞升成仙 &lt;br /&gt;不为长生 只为佑你平安喜乐 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一刻 我升起了风马 &lt;br /&gt;不为祈福 只为守候你的到来 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一日 垒起玛尼堆 &lt;br /&gt;不为修得 只为投下心湖的石子 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一夜 我听了一宿梵唱 &lt;br /&gt;不为参悟 只为寻一丝你的气息&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一天 闭目在经殿香雾中 &lt;br /&gt;蓦然听见 你颂经中的真言 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一月 我摇动所有经筒 &lt;br /&gt;不为超度 只为触摸你指尖 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;一年 磕长头匍匐在山路 &lt;br /&gt;不为觐见 只为贴着你的温暖 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;那&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;一世&lt;/span&gt; 转山转水转佛塔 &lt;br /&gt;不为修来世 只为在途中与你相见&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;－－－－－－－－－－－－－－&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;见与不见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　你见，或者不见我 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我就在那里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　不悲不喜 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　你念，或者不念我 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　情就在那里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　不来不去 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　你爱，或者不爱我 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　爱就在那里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　不增不减 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　你跟，或者不跟我 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我的手就在你手里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　不舍不弃 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　来我的怀里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　或者 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　让我住进你的心里 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　默然　相爱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　寂静　欢喜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;－－－－－－－－－－－－－&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;       住进布达拉宫，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我是雪域最大的王。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　流浪在拉萨街头，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我是世间最美的情郎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我问佛：为何不给所有女子羞花闭月的容颜？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　佛曰：那只是昙花的一现，用来蒙蔽世俗的眼 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　没有什么美可以抵过一颗纯净仁爱的心 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我把它赐给每一个女子 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　可有人让它蒙上了灰 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我问佛：世间为何有那么多遗憾？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　佛曰：这是一个婆娑世界，婆娑即遗憾 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　没有遗憾，给你再多幸福也不会体会快乐 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我问佛：如何让人们的心不再感到孤单？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　佛曰：每一颗心生来就是孤单而残缺的 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　多数带着这种残缺度过一生 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　只因与能使它圆满的另一半相遇时 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　不是疏忽错过，就是已失去了拥有它的资格 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;　　我问佛：如果遇到了可以爱的人，却又怕不能把握该怎么办？ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="spctrl" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; height: 10px; line-height: 10px; 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Packed with actions yet loving and tender, author is indeed a very good storyteller. very powerful. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;了凡四训&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;明日灭亡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The last one of the trilogy. Finally got a hold of a copy. It took me 3 years, on and off, to finish the series. I was transformed by the ideas and culture manifested in this book.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sex and psychic energy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Read it but didn't really understand...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the alchemist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This book was on the New York Time and Barnes &amp;amp; Nobel's best seller list for over 3 years. Finally read it. I wish I can be a shepherd in Andalusia.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沈家桢居士演讲集&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;高人，好书。原来人还能活出这种境界。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green building A to Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Environmental architecture tool book&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;双城&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;无比罗嗦的一本书，勉强看完。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the five people you meet in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A novel about the journey of a man who died accidently. Interesting, easy read, touching...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;罗嗦，故事情节再多点更好。说教成分很多。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;佐贺的超级阿嬷&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;朴素的真理和不凡的智慧在温馨的故事和笑声中显现！居家过日子，最好的最坏的都有准备。给人激励和斗志。推荐！&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole new mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;还挺有意思的一本书,  introduces a lot of new ideas. 但是论据不够严谨。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;云空行&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;语言精炼，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;情节率性而为，一气呵成，看了觉得很爽。同时，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;又对野史和古代风貌有了更切身的体验，棒！古今风云，时空变幻，空旷的山林，世间的缘起缘灭，看一集老几十岁！看完全集以后，已经忘不了云空。有时坐地铁的时候会突然想到这个虚构的人物。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;少有人走的路&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;很幽深的一本书，适合一个人的时候安静地看, 安静地想。明白很多，也还有很多不明白，还有明白但做不到的。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;庄子喃哗&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;还没看完，一看就范困&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essential Rumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;2am brought me to tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8am made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five love languages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Very practical relationship advices, it generates a deeper understanding of human nature and gives you many great ideas on how to make your other half happy!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我用一生去寻找&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;潘石屹的博客书。很喜欢里面童年和少年时的故事，朴实震撼反映了时代的变迁。其他的还行。&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Little Prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;makes you smile and feel at ease instantly. It's comforting to know that there existed a person appreciating the same things as you, and he put it in words and won the heart of millions.  deep down there is a silver cord connects all of us, after all. written in new york. original art work restored by wife consuelo.   &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tale of the rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;written by the Little Prince's wife. I think she's a real artist and a bewitching storyteller.  the story draws me in at page 1. it is quite romantic but not pretty. i liked seeing the human side of people. it is fascinating to know that a man who writes so beautifully and understands all the important things life...is still not perfect in reality. this helps me set a reasonable expectation for the male species.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;大口小吃&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;台湾小吃书，有很多好看的图片，边看边流哈喇子，还有地址,电话和交通建议捏！&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gnomes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everything about gnomes. with beautiful &amp;amp; charming illustrations! ：D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;兄弟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;真费解这书出了这么久我怎么现在才看到。无比痛快的一本书，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;一晚上看完。先是哈哈地笑，没过多久我又嗷嗷地哭，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;从来没因为一本书哭得那么痛快，也没看过一本书能让我又哭又笑像个傻子。真是长了见识。没有一丝矫揉造作，有事儿说事儿，没事儿滚蛋，留下爱恨恩仇任人评说。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-8121248794097110828?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8121248794097110828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=8121248794097110828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/8121248794097110828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/8121248794097110828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2009/08/2009-books.html' title='2009 books'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-9040800172021622143</id><published>2009-08-10T03:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:13:45.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Gift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers.&lt;br /&gt;There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.&lt;br /&gt;I knew no one worth my envying him.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.&lt;br /&gt;In my body I felt no pain.&lt;br /&gt;When straightening up, I saw blue sea and sails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Czeslaw Milosz (1911–2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;div class="title" style="font-family: Garamond; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 56px; "&gt;Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="poem" style="font-size: 20px; position: relative; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 56px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; "&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="poem" style="position: relative; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 56px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Robert Frost/New Hampshire, 1923&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="poem" style="font-size: 20px; position: relative; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 56px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 56px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-9040800172021622143?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/9040800172021622143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=9040800172021622143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/9040800172021622143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/9040800172021622143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2009/08/gift-day-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-7991894005415386900</id><published>2009-05-19T08:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:24:50.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>09游记</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all my life I've been told I'm too skinny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some say it with amazement, some say it surprised, some say it with worriedly concern. some woman stopped me on the street to tell me that.. man, she was coo-coo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends who worry about themselves being overweight think I'm lucky to never know what it's like to be fat. But I too understand how it feels like to be judged by your body image and have people tell you you are not good enough because of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to set the record straight because I love my body and take good care of it. it is very healthy, perfectly proportioned, and very flexible. It has carried me around the world to see wonders. It protected me from the hot and cold, rocks and ice. It keeps the good stuff in, and the bad stuff out. it knows how to regulate its own temperature and transport its own nutrients. my hair and nails grow on their own, wounds heal w/o me thinking about it! In return, I want to feed it with the most fresh foods, fruits and veggies, clean and maintain it regularly, and say THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU BODY &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a nice instrument and through it I get this life's experience. It holds me, but it's not me. Yet without it, I cannot be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"she changed jobs so many times...." friend A said to friend B about me on the dinner table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yeah, I'm a wiredo." I winked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess that's what i came to this land for, so I don't have to hold one job, be with one man, live in the same place for my whole life. So I can explore, chase and fail, fail and try again with relative ease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really like that idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;京郊／爨&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;雄伟险峻的山有气魄，则生王相&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;蜿蜒秀丽的山聚灵气，则出人杰&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;南看山北看山，心生无限感动。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;长沙&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;下了飞机大概一点多。刚下过雨，空气很湿润，远处的景色都笼罩在一片清凉的水气之中。高速公路两旁的植被茂密，品种繁多，下了雨更是翠色染指。清明刚过，田看似已经插上早稻秧了。田间的那种空旷和开阔，更让我心爱这片土地。田间的薄雾洁白轻盈。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;湖南的山水真是灵秀，青山绿水之间凝聚着一股灵气。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;去深圳&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;太久没有坐长途火车，看到火车站乌泱泱的父老乡亲有点头皮发嘛。车厢里人来人往我心里紧，根本睡不着，只能窝在小桌上做writing therapy. 心里觉得有一点儿好笑，什么时候变的这么弱。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在某处读到：&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人总在用自己有限的体验去把握未知的世界。如果要做到信心满满，在某钟程度上必须相信任何事情都是可知的，或通过努力能够被了解的。而这个浩瀚的宇宙无量无边，其中我们不过是一粒沙尘，很多事我们理解不了更别说总结概括。知识上升到了一个境界会对万物心生敬畏，不再傻呼呼的给它们定论戴帽了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;今天想起这件事，因为说得太对了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;－－－－－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;上海&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不到上海不知道自己有多讨厌蒲夜店。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;穿梭在虚幻的人群里，一个人朝前走。像要去到哪里，其实毫无目的。靡丽的灯光，狂欢的人群，刺鼻的酒精味流过喉咙，浇在胃里火辣辣的，一颗心却比任何时候都清醒。静静地看着身边浮漾骚动的人群，只觉得隔阂。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-5154009399391761429</id><published>2009-05-19T07:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:05:50.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>巧合</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我渐渐注意到生活中有很多不可思议的巧合。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我是一个十分普通的人。漂泊在一个喧闹的大城市里，朝九晚五。胸无激雷且面似平湖。我有不多不少的朋友，对酒当歌不愁人选，了解我的人却很少。从外界来看，很多时候这个人是一个过客，一个总在路上又总在上路的人；偶尔短暂停留，也是群众的一员或背景的一部分。从这个角度来看，这个人仿佛没有生命力。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;除了做杂七杂八的事情，我每天的乐趣就是当我静下心来，看得再深入一点，听得再仔细一点，当我发现一个奇妙的巧合，这一天就是我的节日，我是活着的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可能我好几世都是做和尚的。隐踪于寒山，内心简单不愿染指尘俗。这一世要学会在逆境中快乐地生活，在市井的繁杂中找到内心的圆满，耐心与人共处。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-4152448654879083926?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4152448654879083926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=4152448654879083926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/4152448654879083926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;晚上躺在床上想，这样的“我”都不能在绝对意义上成立，因为总是相对的，片面的，不完整和不持久的。虚相vs.实相，扮演的角色轮番更替，而演员本身到底是谁？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-1332315297174503381?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1332315297174503381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=1332315297174503381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/1332315297174503381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/1332315297174503381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2009/01/vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2740767818092276226</id><published>2008-12-17T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:41:43.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;今天得说说这个大观园儿里的莺莺燕燕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别看稀稀疏疏十几个人，不管燕瘦环肥，每个人的资历都比我深。彼此之间没有明争，也是暗斗。用Helen的一句话说，就是要学会做人。我只是个过客，觉得自己大材小用了，自尊心还挺强。每次受了点儿委屈都低落好一阵子，忘记了自己的初衷，工作也不能集中脑力。有几次实在忍不住去女厕所大哭一场，回头才发现影响甚大，满城风雨，不过倒也痛快淋漓敢做敢当，总结经验以后还是觉得以后不管有多大的情绪还是要保持风度，沉住气，此为上策。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有几个资历比我深的同事文化不高，但做事利索，人际关系上也是八面玲珑，手法老道，让人自叹不如的同时也提高了警惕。果然一出错一造次，故技重施这回就变成了我，哑巴吃黄连有苦说不出，加上我这人不是好话宁愿不说，不愿意在背后中伤他人，很多时候很多事情不想多说也说不清楚，久而久之，心里也落下一种不被理解的忧伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能人老了会害怕年轻人- 也曾经很年轻，一眨眼就四五十了，突然来了几批刚刚大学毕业的，他们工作很努力，聪明，一学就会，掌握大量的新信息。这些年轻人在周围，你可能会感到被推挤的压力吧。所以作为年轻人，还是要对年长的人pay respect，多参考的他们的经验和意见。我的顶头上司是我压力的巨大来源，有时我唾骂我的工作。但我相信她不是我职场生涯中最坏的事，今后还会有很多困难考验，也会有很多好日子。现在我暗中跟她较劲儿也跟她学到很多，我想十年后我会感谢她。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2740767818092276226?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2740767818092276226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2740767818092276226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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B每天做7，8个手术，见几十个病人，像匹老马似的咯噔咯噔走上走下，笑容可掬，一幅平静安详世界大同的样子。Dr. G是管事儿的，高高在上运筹帷幄，抓着谁的小辫子都不饶。他那胖胖的指头一指谁，谁就一哆嗦。Dr. O是杰出的科学家，却很难从下属的角度看问题，每星期来两天，风风火火给大伙儿添乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的病人都是些大龄富太太，因为我们是妇科医院。她们中间的一些人很有优越感，见谁都习惯性的当下人使唤，不跟你讲道理。我也自认是很有优越感的一人儿，有时真看不惯她们那副嘴脸，受不了那份委屈。可回头一想晚上在学校人模人样为人师表，也是自视清高在上面发号施令的，白天给人做做使唤丫环，换一个角色，也不愧是一项全新的挑战和记录的刷新。想到这一点，让我心理上变得强大。&lt;br /&gt;我们每天和富太太们交锋，Dr. B也会和Dr. G交锋，在他们较劲的过程中让我有机会学两招。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每星期三都有一次集体会议，往往演变成批斗大会。小医院里工作的三姑六婆小姐丫头们不管平时多厉害的人，一开会都老鹰捉小鸡一样，集体躲到Dr. B身后. 不幸被追杀的话只能指望Dr. B出手相救，生怕被Dr. G抓去抽了筋扒了皮剁成肉酱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一次会上二管家被问话， Dr. G很不高兴。二管家越想争辩就越抹越黑，情急之下一紧张一结巴，把大管家扯了出来，大家眼睁睁地看着大管家开始被雷劈，劈得快七窍生烟了，没一个敢出声。只有Dr. B在有利时机介入，以磋商合作的态度，把话题从批评问题的本身导入讨论事情的解决办法。一屋子几十双眼睛都向Dr. B 投去小宇宙的能量电波，Dr. B平静地说完他的观点，喝了一口水，一屋子人这才哼哼哈哈点头符合。而从Dr. G的表情和语气看，他也并不为刚才的暴跳如雷感到痛快或自豪，只是打打官腔，下令立即去办。回头想想，也许我们不能像Dr. B那样条理清晰地分析问题，扭转局势的发展，但那种坦荡的气势，是成就的第一步。就这样，不以暴制暴，看着让人心里滋生出一股力量。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-8578245354833880149?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8578245354833880149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=8578245354833880149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/8578245354833880149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/8578245354833880149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/10/dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-4925481140509310589</id><published>2008-09-30T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:45:11.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>去結石二方：純天然無痛驗方</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;出处：张草菜圃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;张医生是我最喜欢的作家之一，著有云空行，夜凉如水，灭亡三部曲等多部小说。写作风格多样，内容包罗万象，有一书一世界之神奇。这个天然验方是出自他的个人网页。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;膽結石食療法&lt;/strong&gt;（雷久南博士方）&lt;br /&gt;第1～5天&lt;br /&gt;每日5粒蘋果，飲食清淡少油&lt;br /&gt;蘋果青紅不拘，如果是比較大的蘋果，可以吃比較少（比如 Fuji 蘋果只吃 3 顆）。&lt;br /&gt;或可打成蘋果汁，每日飲用 1000cc。&lt;br /&gt;市售蘋果汁不純，但有人試過 Cere 牌有效，每日一大盒就行了。&lt;br /&gt;蘋果是為了軟化結石。&lt;br /&gt;第6天&lt;br /&gt;不吃蘋果，飲食清淡少油，過午不食&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm     喝一小匙瀉鹽加溫水&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm     喝一小匙瀉鹽加溫水&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm 半杯鮮榨檸檬汁＋半杯食用橄欖油混合一次慢慢喝完（冷壓式橄欖油最好，若無可用芝麻油或較好的沙拉油）                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;瀉鹽→放鬆膽管，橄欖油→促使大量分泌膽汁，沖出結石。&lt;br /&gt;次日（甚或當晚）開始排出青黑色糞便，結石會浮在水面上，可挑起存證。&lt;br /&gt;若第一次排出很多結石，可數月後再做一次清除剩下的。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;一般人可一年一次，預防結石。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;本方來歷：由雷久南博士推廣，引自雷博士《回歸身的喜悅》，並加上佛陀教育基金會生機飲食教師饒秋霞、友人馬來西亞中西醫廖醫師試用後之經驗寫成。雷久南博士在美國開設琉璃光養生中心，推動生食新鮮蔬果、五穀雜糧的自然療法多年。本方多人有效，本人試用後，不見結石，只見粉狀顆粒，但排出宿便後，輕了兩公斤，另有友人廖醫師用後，多年大顆結石已排出。本方為自然食物，不傷身體，不妨試用。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;腎結石食療法&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;土耳其腎排毒＋平衡方法&lt;br /&gt;療程：3天＋14天&lt;br /&gt;一杯西瓜子，壓碎 → 加十二杯水煮三分鐘 → 過濾&lt;br /&gt;分三天飲用：製作好後，四杯留在室溫當天喝，其他放冰箱留後面兩天喝。每小時喝1/3杯西瓜子湯。&lt;br /&gt;同時這三天飲食如下，每餐隨意吃多少：&lt;br /&gt;早餐吃西瓜&lt;br /&gt;午餐喝酸奶或養樂多、生熟蔬菜、裸麥（燕麥）麵包（或米飯）&lt;br /&gt;晚餐蒸梨子或煮蘋果醬加酸奶或豆奶&lt;br /&gt;三天後繼續吃西瓜子、菜和西瓜早餐十四天，其他餐以天然素食為原則。&lt;br /&gt;排腎結石&lt;br /&gt;7天快速排法&lt;br /&gt;每天喝一打檸檬壓汁加溫水，連喝七天。&lt;br /&gt;砂石自然從尿道排出。&lt;br /&gt;慢速排法&lt;br /&gt;每天喝一個檸檬壓汁加水。平日喝足夠的水（6~8杯），小口小口喝。&lt;br /&gt;用幾個月可慢慢排出。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;應減少以下傷害&lt;br /&gt;1.   食用過多動物性食物（肉、蛋等）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  工作過勞，休閒不足。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.  服用西藥（抗生素、消炎藥、止痛藥等）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.  環境污染：水、土、空氣、噪音。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.  飲用過多酒、汽水、咖啡、冷飲等。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.  潮濕寒冷的天氣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.  飲水不足。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;應用以下方法保腎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   平日多吃清淡、天然素食（未加工者）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  充分休息。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3.  飲用逆滲透（RO）過濾水。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.  斷食：一星期有一天只吃水果或喝水，讓腎臟休息。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.  冬天避免腰部受寒。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.  保腎運動：腳底按摩、手擦熱按摩腰部、外丹功、氣功等等。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-4925481140509310589?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4925481140509310589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=4925481140509310589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/4925481140509310589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/4925481140509310589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='去結石二方：純天然無痛驗方'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2106334125277849826</id><published>2008-09-26T00:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:25:53.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a great birth date I have, I thought. It's a perfect time to be born and I feel very happy to be marked by it. In the mid of autumn, sky is clear, air is crisp, weather is nice, crops are harvested and food is abundant. There is a greater sense of leisure and relaxation among people, things slow down and we take the time to enjoy fruits of our labor. People have less work to do and more time to kill, which gives rise to entertainment, arts and creativity. A baby born at this time must have all that he or she can eat... being loved and nurtured a lot...and get exposed to beauty and fun from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I understand we are no longer a hunter-gatherer society but in a lovely little city like the one I was born, it was kind of like that. Fall meant peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a river running through our city. I never crossed the river and went to the other side. When I was little the other side seemed very far away, like a different country. An old lady who's a friend of my grandma's knew a fortune teller there. That's the only thing I knew about the other side, which made it even more mysterious and far away. The fortune teller is an old woman, her magic power is a strange one: she is a tree reader. Everyone has a tree, she said, and her job was to tell you which one and whether it grows well-nourished. If you live your life to the fullest, you tree grows well. Otherwise, it wouldn't. What if someone's tree got cut down? I asked. Never got a straight answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turning 25 this year. Don't know if I have a tree in this world, if there is one it is in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2106334125277849826?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2106334125277849826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2106334125277849826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2106334125277849826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2106334125277849826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-great-birth-date-i-have-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-7541413681739236231</id><published>2008-07-18T00:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T01:36:09.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一个人的孤独是种空旷的孤独。轻得没有重量，没有参照物，任天地悠悠。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但如果在一段感情里两个人彼此孤独，或其中一个人感到深深的孤独，那种感觉是锥心的，压抑的。因为有了参照物，它从抽象变得具体，从稀薄变得郁闷，让你难过到在晴朗的天气里安静地流下热泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为害怕这种痛，不愿轻易进入一段感情。总是试了又试，小心翼翼。每次有一丝这种感觉，就硬生生地切断联系，砸碎幻想，毫不迟疑。并且颁布一连串warning signs, 小宇宙上下做人间大炮一级准备！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这么说也许把事情严重化了，还打上了一层悲惨的基调。Chances are, 在充实和满足的一天里我会说我有灵敏的知觉，理智的头脑和果断的行事风格。而在这么一个无聊的晚上慢慢敲击键盘，自然把事情描述得比较悲情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好吧，把这些都记录下来，一个女人的内心坦然于世。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 他第二天打电话来的时候，她就什么都忘了。因为什么都没有发生过，是她在自己给自己编故事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-7541413681739236231?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7541413681739236231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=7541413681739236231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/7541413681739236231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/7541413681739236231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-signs-chances-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-1236666049025289376</id><published>2008-06-04T01:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:31:25.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>厨房很小，跑上跑下的时候体会到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;切菜准备的时候很悠闲，小玲姐姐边做事，边爱哼唱英文老歌。我们两个来得很早，整个佛堂都静悄悄的。有人来帮手小玲姐姐很高兴，我们有一句没一句地聊家常，加上4岁的婷婷在一边咦咦呀呀学大人说话，问我有没有小baby, 我有点不好意思地说没有，小玲姐姐笑着说女儿多嘴，我其实不介意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来Anita 也来了，我们一起切西瓜做水果沙拉，感觉好像回到小时候过年的那样子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大勺，大锅，大火，煮起菜来好有威力啊，炉头一开整个厨房马上都热烘烘的。一开始掌勺让人有点诚惶诚恐的。我胳膊腿都太细，铲起几十个人的饭菜得使出吃奶的劲儿，小玲姐姐看我可怜，哈哈大笑一声说看我的，就接过勺用一只胳膊铲起来。忙起来的时候她会吩咐我去做她顾不了的事情，这个时候觉得自己很派用场，总算有点儿成就感。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-1236666049025289376?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/1236666049025289376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=1236666049025289376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/1236666049025289376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/1236666049025289376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/4baby-anita.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-5411081570308386935</id><published>2008-06-01T23:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:24:04.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天跟Matt学车，几个小时下来感觉长进了不少。Matt教车教得挺好的，讲解深入浅出，常用半径圆周这种高深词汇，果然是数学系的帅哥，退休之后可以丰富生活开个马修叔叔驾驶学校，反响定不错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天是妈生日，祝妈生日快乐。见识了老妈吃海鲜的力量，我只能说，人不可貌相！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下星期二，经贝贝牵线，我就要开始观摩小玲姐姐做素菜了。她一个人能做几十个人的饭，强！我可帮忙择菜洗菜和切菜，跟过家家似的，我一定要用心学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天也是儿童节，最喜欢的节日！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: 星座测试：目前桃花运正旺，而且还在持续看涨中。。。哇赛！太棒了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-5411081570308386935?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/5411081570308386935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=5411081570308386935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/5411081570308386935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/5411081570308386935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/06/mattmatt.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-3760014550779754080</id><published>2008-04-27T21:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:22:16.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>被坚哥点名了</title><content type='html'>坚哥，你最近好吗？十分想念你。不知道你最近有没有老实吃蔬菜瓜果。我最近认识了好几个吃素的人，开始对素菜的做法产生兴趣，并发现肉类食物的做法主要是靠佐料添香，所以免不了要大大小小各种spices; 而做瓜蔬志在保留其本身的风味，有空再跟你切磋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回答如下：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 你会选择你爱的人还是爱你的人？－　非选不可的时候再说吧，没事儿费这神。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊ 如果你可以拥有一种 super-power，你会选如下哪种：a. 飞行 b. 变形 c. 力大无穷 d. 不朽 - b. 变形： 变成鸟就会飞了，变成金刚就力大无穷了，变成石头就海枯石烂了，坚哥你干嘛，逗闷子啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 你觉得一个人成熟的标志是什么？－　能换角度考虑问题&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;3. 2008年最温暖你的话？－　“I will always be there for you.”&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;4. 说出你自己的三个优点－　想了很久实在不知道说什么好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 你最希望从朋友（不包括爱人）那里得到什么？－　共鸣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. 你最想去哪个地方？为什么？－　回家乡，和最亲爱的人在一起 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 2008年的愿望－　改变&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;8. 最近最快乐的事情是什么？－　被需要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 你现在最困惑的是什么？－　怎么活得更有意思点儿&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;10.遇到喜欢的人，你是勇敢表白还是默默关注？－　看人&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;11.说出点你名的人的3个优点（不可删除题）－　 细心，沉稳，有大将之风&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;12.你对你的现状满意吗？为什么？－　不，想要生活更有规律&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;13.如果人生可以重来，你最想改变的是什么？－　从小锻炼身体，丰胸从娃娃抓起&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;14.你会因为什么理由选择不跟你爱的人在一起？－　两人腻在一起，彼此不再成长&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;15.你脑中的幸福是一个什么样的呢？－　和喜欢的人一起生活&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;16.如果可以做历史上以及现实中的任何一个人物，你想做谁？－　不想做谁&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;17.你现在最想拥有的是什么？－　自己的房子&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;18.除了爱你的恋人之外，还会再同时爱上其他人么？－　不知道，没试过，不好说&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;19.当你很痛苦的时候你会做些什么来缓解？－　接受痛苦&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;20.你爱现在的自己吗？－　爱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-3760014550779754080?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/3760014550779754080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=3760014550779754080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/3760014550779754080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/3760014550779754080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='被坚哥点名了'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2637389965142518136</id><published>2008-04-23T02:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:20:12.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first date is about looks, the rest is about confidence. If there is any guideline to be followed, well, guess it would be to just surf the waves. If you happen to mess up, you know you can always go back to being that girl standing across the bar, smiling with an ocean of sweetness in her eyes. The thought of that makes you believe you are all good, like bullet-proof good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you meet a boy it gives you a glimpse into a different world. You read his words, wear his t-shirts, listen to his music and let the heavy beats kill your brain cells by dozens, and then you start to understand what makes another person feel alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2637389965142518136?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2637389965142518136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2637389965142518136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2637389965142518136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2637389965142518136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-date-is-about-looks-rest-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-7868113091971674511</id><published>2008-02-22T00:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:36:34.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>今天看了点儿左传。下面，我要用文言文练习写日记。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;聪晨起，曰“冻也。” 遂返寐。又起惊呼，患迟大奔。待车久不至，至而不行，行而不急，聪怒。冬腊月，风之作也，车毕须徒，犹苦。衣之赘也，如粽裹于皮，欲速而步艰，既而悔之，明日必御之！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后记：昨晚翻来覆去睡不着，干脆起来，看传！果然不出五分钟眼皮都抬不起来了。这个方法好，以后可以采用。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-7868113091971674511?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/7868113091971674511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=7868113091971674511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/7868113091971674511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/7868113091971674511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2288013757694492895</id><published>2008-01-04T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:03:37.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE</title><content type='html'>Wow, new year's eve, where do I start... It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the singing and dancing, I slammed down 20 sake shots one after another and all the new kids were in awe. The people who made unwise comments about how I never drank are now silenced by a healthy touch of fear. I told them if I were still in college I would drink until they all go blind! That's right bitches, 老虎不发威你当我是病猫.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I pass out? Hell no. not this girl. I went back to my friends' place, helped making noodle soup, cleaned up, washed a bunch of dishes, and stretched out when everyone else was playing Poker. Yep, done with showing off, I happily returned to being a domestic little yogi. 阿弥陀佛.&lt;br /&gt;-bow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2288013757694492895?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2288013757694492895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2288013757694492895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2288013757694492895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2288013757694492895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-new-years-eve-where-do-i-start.html' title='NYE'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2899537733471804136</id><published>2007-12-21T02:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:21:10.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you analyze things to bits and pieces but fail to comprehend the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, when you are really focused on one thing, a fleeting thought about something else runs across the back of your mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks like a news crawl on the bottom of your tv screen, and it only stays for a nano second. Among all the noisy chatters in your head, it is a soft whisper so gentle so calm. If you listen to it, you'd be amazed because it's the understanding you've been looking for for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You freeze in silence and so do the chatters in your head. they turn around and look at you quietly. I guess when your head is too busy keeping an eye on everything, your heart gets a chance to say something. Before the chatters resume, I gotta write this down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2899537733471804136?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2899537733471804136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2899537733471804136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2899537733471804136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2899537733471804136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-you-analyze-things-to-bits.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2876143443759903122</id><published>2007-11-27T00:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:58:23.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Coffee</title><content type='html'>因为我也去过那个小小的柏林机场，也喝爱尔兰咖啡，或者因为我当时听着这首歌，突然有种冲动想转述这个故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="24" width="290" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="7673"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="635"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.flashguest.com/flashMP3/swf/3.swf?soundFile=http://sicong.liang.googlepages.com/yue19_2.mp3&amp;amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x4499EE&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0x8EC2F4&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;loop=yes"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.flashguest.com/flashMP3/swf/3.swf?soundFile=http://sicong.liang.googlepages.com/yue19_2.mp3&amp;amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x4499EE&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0x8EC2F4&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;loop=yes"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.flashguest.com/flashMP3/swf/3.swf?soundFile=http://sicong.liang.googlepages.com/yue19_2.mp3&amp;amp;bg=0xCDDFF3&amp;amp;leftbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;lefticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;rightbg=0x357DCE&amp;amp;rightbghover=0x4499EE&amp;amp;righticon=0xF2F2F2&amp;amp;righticonhover=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;text=0x357DCE&amp;amp;slider=0x357DCE&amp;amp;track=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;border=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;loader=0x8EC2F4&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;loop=yes" width="290" height="24" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;思念之味- 爱尔兰咖啡&lt;/strong&gt; （出自豫约电子杂志19期）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;总觉得爱尔兰是个忧郁和热烈矛盾集合的国度， 第一次听到爱尔兰咖啡这个名字， 就想起爱尔兰音乐的画面感--蒙着青灰色水气的苍茫的山脊和林地。当真正品尝到爱尔兰咖啡，才发觉它不像我想象中的那般淡定，甚至比其他咖啡更多了一种活泼的趣味。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;其实爱尔兰咖啡是一种加入了爱尔兰威士忌的咖啡，也有人把它归为鸡尾酒类。不仅是因为加入了爱尔兰威士忌才叫爱尔兰咖啡，这个名字源于一个浪漫的爱情传说。一位在都柏林机场工作的酒保，爱上了一位美丽的空姐，他拿手的是调酒，但是空姐每次停留都柏林机场，只是随心情点一杯不同口味的咖啡。为了能让她尝到自己调制的鸡尾酒，他调制了一种加入爱尔兰威士忌的咖啡，取名爱尔兰咖啡。酒保做了两分menu, 只有给她看的那一份上才有爱尔兰咖啡。但是menu 里的新名字并未引起女孩的主意。酒保只是默默做他份内的工作，然后期待女孩下一次光临能发现它。一年之后，美丽的空姐终于点了专门为她设计的咖啡酒，煮咖啡时，酒保忍不住激动地哭了。他用手偷偷将眼泪擦去，然后在爱尔兰咖啡杯口画了一圈。空姐喝完后很喜欢，说: "有种爱情的苦涩。" 要问这个故事的发展如何？我只能告诉你，就像童话里王子与公主的结局一样，任由人们猜想。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2876143443759903122?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2876143443759903122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2876143443759903122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2876143443759903122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2876143443759903122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2007/11/irish-coffee.html' title='Irish Coffee'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-2278521136312169109</id><published>2007-11-24T01:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:26:57.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;早上起来，厨房的桌子上有两颗小蚌壳，一张一合还活着，原来是妈妈早上留下来的。昨天我们去集市买的新鲜菜肉鱼虾，今天煮了一些，见两颗小的蚌壳还活着，妈就把它们留下来了。。。我好奇地看着它俩，心情大好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;出门前把它们放在盛水的小盘子里，让他们喝水游泳。回来的时候有一只呆滞地张着大嘴，唇舌干裂的样子，我以为它死掉了，心里一紧！拿起来看, 它又赶紧把嘴合上了。。嘻嘻，它可能是睡觉忘了闭上嘴吧。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;晚上又看了两次，它们还活着，默默地养精蓄锐。明天就去把它们放到附近的河里吧，我不想看到他们就这么死掉。今晚一晚又冷又漫长，不知道它们会怎样。我换了一些新的温水，不再搬弄他们。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;然后好奇地上网去查蚌壳的生活习性，意外地读到：“人就像一个蚌壳的两半，在同一条河上寻啊寻的。找到另一半就会合拢起来，护着一颗透明的珍珠。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;小蚌壳，祝你们一夜安眠。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;虽然住在岛上，但要接近大自然里的水还是不太容易。岛的两边层层叠叠都是高架，铁索，公路。密集的车辆呼啸而过，带动着灰蒙蒙的气流。左转右转只上了钢筋桥，从高处看，枫叶已经姹紫嫣红了，一团团层次分明。河水漫延直到天边，岸边是高高低低的摩天楼群，冬日的阳光映在水里，像滚滚流金。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;远处，黑色的玄武岩中间劈开一条缝，细看缝里是一条铁轨，曾经有人告诉我，这条铁轨上的火车一直开到 Montreal. . .多好啊，那种人在旅途的感觉，从点A到点B，没有人知道你是谁，你只是一道匿名的风景。。。桥上风很大，吹得脸皮刺痛，我回过神伸手护住心爱的帽子。 桥中央有一个孤独的守桥人，坐在几百米的高空听广播。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;走到栏杆，拿出小蚌壳，简单道别，放生，任务完成。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2278521136312169109?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2278521136312169109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2278521136312169109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2278521136312169109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/2278521136312169109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2007/11/montreal.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-8044397504829825035</id><published>2007-11-12T00:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:42:26.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Anne</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my way to Bloomingdale, I ran into Sister Anne in the subway station! I could not believe it. We must have not seen each other for 4 or 5 years. She looked great as usual; there seems to be light illuminated from her presence. I walked her back home and she invited me in for some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not my first time visiting the convent. In fact, I have been there many many times. Even though it is on Lexington Ave., it is behind the church so that makes it very private and peaceful, and that's what makes it so special. There are 11 of them nuns in the convent, some I like or even love, some I can not stand. When I walked in yesterday Sr. Gail was right there watching some TV with her dog Vinny. Vinny has gotten very big (and fat =), he howled at me like he was trying to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the downstair dining room got flooded days ago( I wonder how that happened), Sr. Anne showed me to the living room upstairs. There I have never been. It was a big and cozy room with very American-style furnitures, a fire place, and a huge book shelf. I took a look, mostly religious books and biographys, like Catherine of Sienna etc. When we were talking, there was a mass going on next door, so we could hear the organ playing. This room had a little door leading out to a dark hallway, when I looked out and looked down I could see the church's interior and all the people and the priests from a bird's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Sr. Anne was so kind to show me their private chapel, where the holy communion is kept. When we opened the door, Sr. Timmy was sitting inside by herself reading a book of some sort. She looked very serene and focused. Sr. Anne then said to me in a whisper: "You can ask for something. The first time you go to a place (a chapel), you can ask for something and it will most likely come true." And that's why I want to remember this day and this moment, because somehow I felt very blessed. I sat there in slience with two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had a talk with Sr. Timmy at one point. During our conversation she told me "you look great!" Twice! Sr. Timmy never say things like that. I must have looked &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good. ma-ha-ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-8044397504829825035?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/8044397504829825035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=8044397504829825035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/8044397504829825035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/8044397504829825035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2007/11/sister-anne.html' title='Sister Anne'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-4457484694952362459</id><published>2007-07-06T01:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:28:05.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>在森林的深处有一座小木屋，屋里住着一个很老的婆婆。婆婆曾经是世上种种游戏的角逐者，但她现在已经衰老了，动作缓慢了，不过她的心还像小孩子一样，所以她决定离开不再属于她的名利场，到森林里过简单的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;森林是一个可怕的地方：饥饿的野兽，茂密的丛林，恶劣的路况。。。但对经历过世间种种的她来说，比猛兽更可怕的东西都见过，这些又有什么可畏惧呢。森林也是一个可爱的地方：自然的美景，新鲜的空气，四季不间断的野菜瓜果。婆婆有一只猫和一只狗做伴，平时除了挑水劈柴拾野菜，就是看蚂蚁搬家，听麻雀斗嘴，在夏夜里看广阔的银河。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老婆婆的生活无疑是孤独的。但她似乎并不介意。她的一生经历了很多的大起大落。没有人知道她所有的故事，在何时何地为何许人也，恐怕连她自己也忘得差不多了。这些故事的细节早像去年秋天的叶子一样随风飘到不知什么地方去了。一个没有历史的人怎会有太高的期望或要求，她对平静的生活很珍惜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来的时候她没有带钟表。日出而做，日落而息，春去秋来，周而复始。渐渐地，她忘了年月。如果你不知道自己多大你觉得自己是多大呢？她的心告诉她她似乎已经很老了，但又好像很年轻。这一切都无所谓了，她喜欢现在的生活。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-4457484694952362459?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/4457484694952362459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=4457484694952362459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/4457484694952362459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/4457484694952362459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-83489000907693917</id><published>2007-06-10T22:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:56:48.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From a distance he watched her moving across the room. Her form possessed both grace and beauty…the way she extended her fingers to reach for something…the way she swung her hips slightly as she walked…there was a strange sense of familiarity as if he's known her from somewhere, a feeling of comfort and grounded-ness, but he could not recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“who &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; you?” He couldn't help but jokingly ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew what he meant, smiled, and responded, “I don't remember.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as that, she shook her shoulders as she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the morning after. While bright daylight and the scent of gardenia filled the spacious room, they sat at the wooden table and enjoyed breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-83489000907693917?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/83489000907693917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=83489000907693917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/83489000907693917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/83489000907693917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-distance-he-watched-her-moving.html' 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type='html'>梦中被带到一个小房间，有很大的一扇窗，或者那是一个门，外面就是海洋，水满到门边，搬了小凳子弯腰探出去就可以用蓝蓝的水洗脸。才洗了一下就看见不远处有3，4头巨鲸。。。gliding on top of the tranquil water，好像在冰上溜一样，很快很灵活！它们可能不知道有人在看它们，就显出真面目来。它们在滑行的时候可以放出一种光照明，红红的，但不刺眼，在漆黑的夜幕中就像灯塔的光柱。那些鲸三三两两的走了，只剩下一头大的还停在那里。然后很神奇的事情发生了。我心里想，要是能近一点就好了。。。它竟然真的游过来了，越来越近，越来越感觉到一股强大的力量，整个人都被这种说不出来的感觉充满了，我的心都到嗓子眼儿了，它到了门边我已经震惊得说不出话来。。。它停留了一刻又慢吞吞地潜入深不见底的水中了。。。梦里的我突然领悟了什么似的，也许水中的高智商动物是用人类不能察觉的脑电波进行交流的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-2991171436234895119?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2991171436234895119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=2991171436234895119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不用倔强，无需伪装&lt;br /&gt;他会接受你的美丽与哀愁&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-112409415605370650?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/112409415605370650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=112409415605370650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/112409415605370650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/112409415605370650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_16.html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中国人相信 "民以食为天", 多少民间传说都和美食有缘. 白素贞得道于吕洞宾的酒酿汤圆, 张果老下凡吃硝肉, 康熙品尝羊眼包子, 大文人在西湖边烤的东坡肉...这个女子背后又受到什么机缘的牵引, 而降生香醋世家的呢? 随着镇江香醋继续垄断华人市场, 这位醋的女传人也越发有点传奇了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9045195-110904117501216636?l=bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/feeds/110904117501216636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9045195&amp;postID=110904117501216636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/110904117501216636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9045195/posts/default/110904117501216636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluebirdmezzo.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_22.html' title='醋仙'/><author><name>Bluebirdmezzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05540702401532942678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045195.post-110896299644431227</id><published>2005-02-21T01:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:51:44.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;太完&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;美&lt;/span&gt;, 只在远观的时候吗?&lt;br /&gt;不确定, 我怕&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;王子&lt;/span&gt;变&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;青蛙&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;好昂贵, 爱情像橱窗里的婚纱.&lt;br /&gt;看着的&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;心&lt;/span&gt;里好羡慕,&lt;br /&gt;穿着的生怕弄&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;邋塌&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;在乎你, 所以不能随手拿来, 填个&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;空白&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;真的有点&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;累&lt;/span&gt;呢, 不是放弃你, 是放弃我自己.&lt;br /&gt;背起书包, 去流浪, 去找回&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;我的&lt;/span&gt;阳光灿烂.&lt;br /&gt;穿上球鞋, 走啊走, 不怕脏也不怕丑.&lt;br /&gt;其实每次都只想呆在&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;你&lt;/span&gt;身边, 跟你聊聊天&lt;br /&gt;把我&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;真实&lt;/span&gt;的感受交给你, 不是嘻嘻哈哈而已&lt;br /&gt;可我又如何确定你不是我的创作?&lt;br /&gt;我的心这么&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;痛&lt;/span&gt;, 我的大脑随时可以发动&lt;br /&gt;给我动人的故事, 给我&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;麻醉&lt;/span&gt;的效果&lt;br /&gt;给我伟大的梦想, 却忽视渺小的现时&lt;br /&gt;我拥有骄傲的&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;灵魂&lt;/span&gt;, 却有脆弱的神经&lt;br /&gt;你拥有&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;善良&lt;/span&gt;的本质, 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