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- • YOU NEVER KNOW
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红粉朱楼春色阑-瑞里
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YOU NEVER KNOW
（作者置顶）
网游实再是消磨时间的利剱. 一旦迷入将很大程度地吞噬你的业余时间. 它会大量地减少你和家人的交流, 和朋友的聚首, 以及汲取其它信息的可贵时间....... 好可怕啊.
特别是你永远不知道虚拟世界里的朋友是真是假, 是否值得你去倾心交流, YOU NEVER KNOW.
人的伪装是极其可怕的也是最伤人心的, 表面的呵护和关爱掩藏不了他背后希望从你那里获取虚拟财富的真实企图. SO SCARY...... THOUGH I DO NOT CARE ABOUT IT, I FEEL LOST SO MUCH. NOT THE FAKE WELTHY BUT THE FEELING OF LOVE.......
清者自清, 浊自浊. 好想回到相对天真无邪的求知时光...... 同学间的友谊好温馨.
Promise
（作者置顶）
Trust, a men's promise.
May 4, 2006 is a mile stone. no matter what do I do, promise is the goal.
悔
（作者置顶）
路漫漫, 何其远......
走到现今, 其实我没有丝毫地后悔. 爱是没有理由的. 可是, 可是能苦尽甘来吗? 其离意, 已如春笋破土, 一目了然. 再挽留, 也只是给自己添烦恼. 常常用激怒法, 真可恨. 不说真心话的人, 恨..............
毅然决然地不给任何消息, 任何安慰, 还有意义吗? 算了, 且当牡丹亭再世......
To be or Not to be
（作者置顶）
To be or Not to be
--------The meaning of life, the meaning of death
Every one who knows Shakespere must know his most well-known tragedy:
Hamlet and that famous line: To be or not to be, that's a question. As
for Hamlet, to be or not to be is quite a dilemma: he was doomed to be
a tragedy, whether to live or to die. Perhaps everyone will confront
the similar choice to Hamlet in his life sooner or later. To survive
or to die, to fight or to surrender, to win or to lose. He must make
the decision himself. Fortunately, I haven't come to that crucial
point yet. Up till now, my life is like a smooth sailing. Sometimes I
ask myself: do I find the real meaning of life and death? Though I am
going to be a biologist, I have no definite answer to that. But still
I believe that I did find something in life.
hen I ramble along in the peaceful field, hearing the twittering of
birds, drifting in the fragrance of wild flowers, I will always praise
the beauty of life and feel really happy that I'm still alive. When I
learned the mysterious nature and the evolution of life, I was filled
with admiration by the greatness of nature. Life is a bestowing of
nature, we have no right to smother, it's a part of universe.
I remember one day, when I felt so frustrated by those misfortunes in
life, it seemed that I had done everything wrong and there was no
remedy at all. I left home, wandering along the street, feeling sad
and hopeless. It was then when I caught sight of the sunset. The sun
was like a huge burning ball, flaring and shinning, it was so glorious
and so brilliant. Soon the whole sky was flaming, the sun gathered its
last energy burning thoroughly, like the solemn end of a tragedy. It
sunk slowly under the horizon, soon darkness fell around me. I stood
there unawaring of where I was. Tears ran down my face. A voice cried
out in my heart: "I will wait, till the sun rises again, till the
first sunshine on my shoulder." Perhaps that's the meaning of life.
Everyone has his own sun and his own dream, and everyone has own
brilliant moment when his sun shines gloriously. We'll struggle and
suffer in order to reach that brilliant moment. Nothing can stop us,
no matter how hard, no matter how many times we fail. That dream,
deeply rooted in our heart, is worthy of devoting our whole life to.
All of us want to see the sun shines again and want to catch that
glorious moment to appreciate the real beauty of life.
Life is like a long river, it will end someday and somehow. No one can
escape from that eternal end, when that day comes, we'll say goodby to
this colored world. A man's life is a man's song. Whether it's sad or
happy, fierce or quiet, it's his own song. A song written in his own
way with his soul, with his life. A man lived, did what he should do,
found what he want, fulfilled his dream. He then died calmly. Because
he knew that there was nothing to regret. He had seen evil and good,
ugly and beautiful. Now it was all over, it was time for his play to
close and gave the stage to newcomer. His song was going to end, but
it would never diminish, it would become a tiny part of the chorus of
the universe, and that will sing forever. Another man lived, struggled,
but never reached his dream, for him, life was a perpetual nightmare,
then he saw the twilight, they glimmered far in the distance, though
he had no time and he would never got there, his heart was quiet, for
he knew he had tried his best. His song might only be a faint cry but
he knew it was just the prelude to the grand movement of that chorus.
He died happily, hearing the song were sung continue.
The world is beautiful, because of warm sunshine and also because of
its rain and storm. Only a man who has been drenched with tears can
understand the real meaning of happy. Once a famous writer said in one
of his novel: there is no real happy in life, but just one situation
compared with another. The whole meaning of life lies in two words
"hope and wait".
To be or not to be, it's all depends on a man's own attitude to life,
on whether he appreciates the morning sunshine, whether he want to
explore the beauty of nature. If the thunderstorms come, it all
depends on whether he still firmly believes that the sun will rise
again. Yes, the sun is going to shine, and it will shine even more
brilliant. Do not cry, just wait and hope and fight.
Life and death and the sunshine make the world. As they go round
generation by generation, day by day, the world go round. Let's sing
out our own song lauding life, lauding world.
--------The meaning of life, the meaning of death
Every one who knows Shakespere must know his most well-known tragedy:
Hamlet and that famous line: To be or not to be, that's a question. As
for Hamlet, to be or not to be is quite a dilemma: he was doomed to be
a tragedy, whether to live or to die. Perhaps everyone will confront
the similar choice to Hamlet in his life sooner or later. To survive
or to die, to fight or to surrender, to win or to lose. He must make
the decision himself. Fortunately, I haven't come to that crucial
point yet. Up till now, my life is like a smooth sailing. Sometimes I
ask myself: do I find the real meaning of life and death? Though I am
going to be a biologist, I have no definite answer to that. But still
I believe that I did find something in life.
hen I ramble along in the peaceful field, hearing the twittering of
birds, drifting in the fragrance of wild flowers, I will always praise
the beauty of life and feel really happy that I'm still alive. When I
learned the mysterious nature and the evolution of life, I was filled
with admiration by the greatness of nature. Life is a bestowing of
nature, we have no right to smother, it's a part of universe.
I remember one day, when I felt so frustrated by those misfortunes in
life, it seemed that I had done everything wrong and there was no
remedy at all. I left home, wandering along the street, feeling sad
and hopeless. It was then when I caught sight of the sunset. The sun
was like a huge burning ball, flaring and shinning, it was so glorious
and so brilliant. Soon the whole sky was flaming, the sun gathered its
last energy burning thoroughly, like the solemn end of a tragedy. It
sunk slowly under the horizon, soon darkness fell around me. I stood
there unawaring of where I was. Tears ran down my face. A voice cried
out in my heart: "I will wait, till the sun rises again, till the
first sunshine on my shoulder." Perhaps that's the meaning of life.
Everyone has his own sun and his own dream, and everyone has own
brilliant moment when his sun shines gloriously. We'll struggle and
suffer in order to reach that brilliant moment. Nothing can stop us,
no matter how hard, no matter how many times we fail. That dream,
deeply rooted in our heart, is worthy of devoting our whole life to.
All of us want to see the sun shines again and want to catch that
glorious moment to appreciate the real beauty of life.
Life is like a long river, it will end someday and somehow. No one can
escape from that eternal end, when that day comes, we'll say goodby to
this colored world. A man's life is a man's song. Whether it's sad or
happy, fierce or quiet, it's his own song. A song written in his own
way with his soul, with his life. A man lived, did what he should do,
found what he want, fulfilled his dream. He then died calmly. Because
he knew that there was nothing to regret. He had seen evil and good,
ugly and beautiful. Now it was all over, it was time for his play to
close and gave the stage to newcomer. His song was going to end, but
it would never diminish, it would become a tiny part of the chorus of
the universe, and that will sing forever. Another man lived, struggled,
but never reached his dream, for him, life was a perpetual nightmare,
then he saw the twilight, they glimmered far in the distance, though
he had no time and he would never got there, his heart was quiet, for
he knew he had tried his best. His song might only be a faint cry but
he knew it was just the prelude to the grand movement of that chorus.
He died happily, hearing the song were sung continue.
The world is beautiful, because of warm sunshine and also because of
its rain and storm. Only a man who has been drenched with tears can
understand the real meaning of happy. Once a famous writer said in one
of his novel: there is no real happy in life, but just one situation
compared with another. The whole meaning of life lies in two words
"hope and wait".
To be or not to be, it's all depends on a man's own attitude to life,
on whether he appreciates the morning sunshine, whether he want to
explore the beauty of nature. If the thunderstorms come, it all
depends on whether he still firmly believes that the sun will rise
again. Yes, the sun is going to shine, and it will shine even more
brilliant. Do not cry, just wait and hope and fight.
Life and death and the sunshine make the world. As they go round
generation by generation, day by day, the world go round. Let's sing
out our own song lauding life, lauding world.
爱不需要理由
（作者置顶）
爱不需要理由, 至少我是这么理解的. 对视时会心的一笑, 同行时默默地牵手, 忙碌时无私地互助.......缘起是爱, 难离难舍, 永远在一起.
只要这样, 无所需求. 漂亮的红舞鞋, 我的爱.
平凡的一天
（作者置顶）
象极了过往的每一天, 依旧是思念着, 无奈着, 颓丧着, 他能明白吗?
世俗就是这样, 不允许这样的爱, 不允许... 多么地残酷啊....爱你,还要理由吗?
我们的爱还能继续吗?
想念
（作者置顶）
怎么也忘却不了...痛了, 哭了,想了, 念了....还是咫尺天涯.... 悲从中来, 无以复加
算了吧....
距离
（作者置顶）
世界上最远的距离
不是生与死的距离
而是 我站在你面前
你不知道我爱你
世界上最远的距离
不是我站在你的面前
你却不知道我爱你
而是爱到痴迷
却 不能说我爱你
世界上最远的距离
不是 我不能说我爱你
而是 想你痛彻心脾
却只能深埋心底
世界上最远的距离
不是 我不能说我想你
而是 彼此相爱
却不能够在一起
世界上最远的距离
不是彼此相爱
却不能在一起
而是明知道真爱无敌
却装做毫不在意
世界上最远的距离
不是明明无法抵挡这一股气息
却还装做毫不在意
而是用一颗冷漠的心
在你和爱你的人之间
掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠
不是生与死的距离
而是 我站在你面前
你不知道我爱你
世界上最远的距离
不是我站在你的面前
你却不知道我爱你
而是爱到痴迷
却 不能说我爱你
世界上最远的距离
不是 我不能说我爱你
而是 想你痛彻心脾
却只能深埋心底
世界上最远的距离
不是 我不能说我想你
而是 彼此相爱
却不能够在一起
世界上最远的距离
不是彼此相爱
却不能在一起
而是明知道真爱无敌
却装做毫不在意
世界上最远的距离
不是明明无法抵挡这一股气息
却还装做毫不在意
而是用一颗冷漠的心
在你和爱你的人之间
掘了一条无法跨越的沟渠