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2017年6月17日星期六

那又怎样呢?


图片取自 豆瓣读书

  阳一郎为什么要这么做呢?为什么要扔掉闭关者的食物呢?黑泽感觉到脑袋里涌出了疑问。

2017年6月16日星期五

我变成我


听林二汶的这首歌,适合配杯鸡尾酒,轻轻随歌声和旋律摇摆的一个夜晚 …… 累了,坐下静静听着打拍子也很不错 …… 把一周的闷气换掉,迎接周末的来临 ^^

p.s. 歌词也很有意思唷 :)

2017年6月10日星期六

手在帽子里


图片取自 竹林里的蘋果皮

  我不喜欢handicapé(残障)这个字。这个字源自于英语,意思是:手在帽子里。

  我也不喜欢“不正常”这个词,尤其是用来形容“孩童”。

2017年6月4日星期日

他和她


就算平时把日子安排得满满的,看起来一点都不寂寞 …… 事实如此?

小小管理员很喜欢的一首歌,歌词很诗意可是也非常诚实!写着许许多多城市人心里的话?…… 时不时,就会找出来,让它来陪伴不寂寞的夜晚,科科 ^^

2017年6月3日星期六

炒栗情缘


图片取自 豆瓣读书

  闽南谜语:“上开花下结籽,老人囡仔馋得要死。”指的是花生。花生作为一种悠久最普遍的零食,大概是易于保存的缘故。栗子的季节性太强,又蚀得快,真有迅雷不及掩耳之感。有位女友知我对栗子情有独钟,特意从北京托人带五斤新鲜大栗子给我。那人不过拐弯到福州多待两天,栗子到我手中,已蛀空了大半,想必那东西好吃得紧,连虫子也懂得争分夺秒,不甘人后。从北京开会归来,几位同人合住一软卧,老作家怀揣书本,壮年汉子拎两瓶酒,年轻人则揣一副扑克。路途漫长,有知我者赶热送两斤炒栗子抛进车窗。不等列车开动,我已开吃。唇也黑了,手也脏了,腮帮也咬疼了,五个中倒有四个是坏的。想必北京因有位善吃的汪曾祺老先生,好栗子轮不到我迟了。

2017年5月31日星期三

2017.05 图书架




本月图书分享: 共 5 本

点击上面的“图书封面”,会连接到阅读分享 :)


2017年5月27日星期六

Abundance . . .


图片取自 Novel Kicks

…… Just think about it: what can make human beings suffer more than awareness of their limits? I don't mean fear of death, I mean our suffering at realizing our intelligence is limited. But when we go into library and look at all those bookcases stretching into the distance, what descends on our soul, if not grace? Spiritually, we can at last fill the terrible emptiness that makes us just worms creeping on this earth. Those endless bookshelves reflect back to us an ideal image, the image of the full range of the human mind. Then all the paths are made plain, everything's newly created once more, and we move closer to a mystical vision of Abundance. The inexhaustible milk of human culture, right here, within our reach. Help yourself, it's free. Borrow, because as much as accumulation of material things impoverishes the soul, cultural abundance enriches it. My culture doesn't stop where someone else's begins. In fact, the library is the place where the greatest solidarity between humans takes place. Humanity, in its most depressing and suffering state, the most beautiful humanity there is, actually the sinners, the unemployed, the cold weather refugees, they're all around me here. Knock and it shall be opened to you, ask and you shall be served . . . What? You're laughing? Oh good grief, for once I was being serious, and I got carried away again. But you're right, let me put it more clearly. So you can understand, I'll tell you who typically never sets foot here: a rich white man between the ages of thirty-five and fifty. Why? Because in the group age, he's part of the barbaric ruling class. Monsieur doesn't make use of public services. You'll never see Monsieur on a bus. Monsieur doesn't need to share with other people, because Monsieur owns things. It's a long time now since Monsieur's madame went to borrow some eggs from neighbour. Because for Mother's day, she got a three-speed mixer, and if Monsieur cares to read a book, he buys it. But in any case, reading is already an act of weakness. Monsieur doesn't have the time. He has a subscription to a sports club. Does he ever think about facilities provided by his local council? No, he thinks he's all powerful, a self-made man, what an ass. ……