http://150127681.qzone.qq.com Wed, 25 Nov 2009 03:30:40 GMT Qzone zh-cn Copyright (C), 2005-2008, Tencent Tech. Co., Ltd. Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:01:29 GMT http://150127681.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257253289 风萧萧兮，易水寒，　　　　　　　
大风起兮，云飞扬，
君不归兮，纵横流泣，
胡不归兮，美人望倚．

风萧萧兮，易水寒，
壮士一去兮，不回还，
君不归兮，纵横流泣，
胡不归兮，勿思服兮！

静，从未有过的静，
空，从未有过的空，
得道了~ ]]> http://150127681.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257253289#comment 134218240 Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:01:29 GMT http://150127681.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257253289 http://150127681.qzone.qq.com/blog/1249292246 花了点功夫，看完了《荆棘鸟》，真是一部不错的小说，人物的刻画，细微的心理描写，可歌可泣的人生，生活。。。
好久没读过这好的书了，这么静下心来读，呵呵，欣赏下吧~！

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it found one. Then, singing among the savage branches ,it impales itself up the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain……or so says the legend.
有一个传说，说的是有那么一只鸟儿，它一生只唱一次，那歌声比世上所有一切生灵的歌声都更加优美动听。从离开巢窝的那一刻起，它就在寻找着荆棘树，直到如愿以偿，才歇息下来。然后，它把自己的身体扎进最长，最尖的荆棘上，便在那荒蛮的枝条之间放开了歌喉。在奄奄一息的时刻，它超脱了自身的痛苦，而那歌声竟然使云雀和夜莺都黯然失色。这是一曲无比美好的歌，曲终而命竭。然而，整个世界都在静静地谛听着，上帝也在苍穹中微笑。因为最美好的东西只能用最深痛的巨创来换取……这就是荆棘鸟的传说。

We are what we we are, that’s all. Like the old Cletic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, sings its heart out and dying. Because it has to, it’s driven to. We can know what we do wrong even before we do it, but self-knowledge can’t affect or change the outcome, can it ? everyone sings his own little, convinced it’s the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don’t you see? We create our own thorns and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.
我们就是我们，就是这样，就象古老的凯尔特传说中那胸前带着棘刺的鸟，泣血而啼，呕出了血淋的心而死去。因为它不得不如此，它是被迫的。有些事明知道行不通，可是咱们还是要做。但是，自知这明明不能影响或改变事情的结局，对吗？每个人都在唱着自己那支小小的曲子，相信这是世界从未聆听过的最动听的声音。难道你不明白吗？咱们制造了自己的荆刺丛，而且从不停下来计算其代价。我们所做的一切就是忍受痛苦的煎熬，并且告诉自己。这是非常值得的。

The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale it, and die singing. At the very instance the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it, still we do it.
鸟儿胸前带着棘刺，它遵循着一个不可改变的法则，她被不知其名的东西刺穿身体，被驱赶着，歌唱着死去。在那荆棘刺进的一瞬，她没有意识到死之将临。她只是唱着、唱着，直到生命耗尽，再也唱不出一个音符。但是，当我们把棘刺扎进胸膛时，我们是知道的。我们是明明白白的。然而，我们却依然要这样做。我们依然把棘刺扎进胸膛。

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