http://174512197.qzone.qq.com Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:20:01 GMT Qzone zh-cn Copyright (C), 2005-2008, Tencent Tech. Co., Ltd. Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:25:32 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1259195132 ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1259195132#comment 1033 Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:25:32 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1259195132 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258443861 ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258443861#comment 134218240 Tue, 17 Nov 2009 07:44:21 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258443861 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254743063 ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254743063#comment 134218240 Mon, 05 Oct 2009 11:44:23 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254743063 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1252780997 无意间选择了这部《恋爱假期》。故事情节很简单，与一般的浪漫爱情电影无异，但我想很多人和我一样，尽管已经看过无数部这样的影片，尽管看到开头就已经知道结尾会是什么样子，还是愿意在这样的假期里，泡一杯香浓的奶茶，用自己觉得最舒服的姿势窝在沙发里，去欣赏这样一部温馨、恬淡的爱情小品。


生活在洛杉矶的阿曼达（卡梅隆·迪亚兹）发觉同居男友伊森（爱德华·伯恩斯）不忠，愤怒的她两记重拳赶走了男友，心碎不已；远在大西洋的另一端的伦敦，美丽善良的艾丽丝（凯特·温斯莱特）遭遇了“新郎要结婚，新郎不是我”的苦楚。两个素未谋面、却都有着伤心情事的女人，都决定转换环境一扫阴霾。于是，在一家易居网站上结识的阿曼达和艾丽丝，冲动之下决定在圣诞假期之中调换生活环境：艾丽丝搬进了在阳光明媚的洛杉矶的阿曼达的豪宅，阿曼达则迁入了白雪皑皑的英国乡村艾丽丝的小屋。

虽然少不了些许不适应，但新的环境带来的新奇确实让两人精神一振。很快，阿曼达遇到了艾丽丝迷人的哥哥格拉汉姆（裘德·洛），两人之间有着强烈的化学反应；艾丽丝则与邻居亚瑟，一个好莱坞黄金时期的剧作家相处默契，而在亚瑟的介绍下，艾丽丝结识了年轻有为的作曲家迈尔斯（杰克·布莱克）。感情或许是这两个情伤累累的女人千方百计想避免的物什，但在陌生的国度，又有谁能抵挡住浪漫的恋爱假期呢？

好象自Rose之后就没有看到温丝莱特的笑容这么轻松、明亮过了，在面对崭新的环境与人的时候，在试着开始全新的生活，忘却那些灰暗过往的时候，这是发自内心的快乐，我可以感受得到，因为我也是一样。








片头有一段凯特·温丝莱特娓娓道来的独白，讲述了世间的种种爱情，并以切身体验讲述了最最痛苦的单恋：


I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night.

我发觉世间描述爱情的种种都是千真万确的。莎士比亚说过：“漂泊止于恋人相遇。”真是神来之笔。虽说我个人不曾有过一丁点儿这样的体验，但我愿意相信这是莎士比亚的经验之谈。也许我对于爱情的探究比起常人要多得多。这足以改变我们生活、赋予我们生命全新意义的力量，常常使我觉得不可思议。同样是莎士比亚，还说过：“爱情是盲目的。”这一点上，我很清楚他说的没错。有的爱情与日消退；有的爱情待成追忆；而有的爱情只在蓦然回首间，纵然只是一夜缠绵。

And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years! The absolute worst years of my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow! All the usual symptoms.

然而，另有一种爱情，最为残酷，让人为伊消得人憔悴。那就是单恋。这方面，我是个行家。大部分爱情故事里的主角都两情相悦。可我们这些人呢？我们的一厢情愿坠入爱河的的故事哪里去了？我们就是恋上无情流水的有意落花，中了爱情的诅咒。我们可怜没人爱，落得个遍体鳞伤，成了个残疾人还得不到好的停车位！没错，我就是其中一员。这个男人，我苦苦爱了他整整三年！这是我人生最悲惨的岁月。凄凉的圣诞，凄凉的生日，除夕夜以泪洗面，服药入眠。这些被爱情左右的岁月，是我人生最暗无天日的日子。全都是因为我爱上了这个不爱我，也不愿意爱我的男人。哦，天哪，只要看上他一眼，我就心跳加速，喉咙发紧，完全说不出话来！每次都是这样。


以下内容转自“豆瓣”
Cameron Diaz温情的笑容和她蓝色的双眼，配上hans zimmer的maestro（配乐），总能让我为之动容。在两个女主角互相交替的环境故事里，我沉醉在一段奇异的他乡之旅中。

　　感情上遭受了挫败，令生活灰暗无光…在几乎全世界女人都要承受的时间里，他们选择去自我改变的新鲜。
　　我喜欢那个英国男人的眼神，坏中居然还有羞涩的温情，我知道为什么，阿曼达会不顾一切去接受这段荒谬的爱情。不现实的离奇，却让她的理性更痴迷。他们俩让我感受到什么叫真正的爱情。即使有再多的不现实不确定，我们依然会在一起，抛开你的怀疑，我们的感觉，才是指引我们的出路。停止一切猜忌，牵着手，亲吻与拥抱，就已经足够。
　　我更喜欢winslate 安慰失恋的jack black的那一段话，那句句的睿智，正适合当时迷惑不安的我。(note:
Winslate rephrases Jack's situation:
Why am I attracted to a person I know isn't good?
I happen to know the answer to this. You're hoping you're wrong.
She does something that tells you she's no good, you ignore it.
Every time she comes through and surprises you, she wins you over...
...and you lose that argument with yourself that she's not for you。
Winslate herself:
It turned out that he wasn't in love with me like I thought.
What I'm trying to say is...
...I understand feeling as small and as insignificant...
...as humanly possible.
How it can actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you.
It doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get...
...or gyms you join...
...or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with girlfriends.
You still go to bed every night going over every detail...
...and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.
And how in the hell, for that brief moment...
...you could think that you were that happy?
And sometimes you can even convince yourself...
...that he'll see the light and show up at your door.
And after all that...
...however long "all that" may be...
...you'll go somewhere new.
And you'll meet people who make you feel won'thwhile again.
And little pieces of your soul will finally come back.
And all that fuzzy stuff...
...those years of your life that you wasted...
...that will eventually begin to fade.
Dialogue (about Jasper ) between Auther and Winslate :
Winslate:I just wanted to get away from the people I see all the time.
Well, not all the people.
One person.
I wanted to get away from one guy.
An ex-boyfriend who just got engaged and forgot to tell me.
Arthur: - Sorry. - So he's a schmuck.
As a matter of fact, he is. A huge schmuck.
Winslate:- How did you know?
Arthur: -He let you go.
This is not a hard one to figure out.
Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies...
...and we have the best friend.
You, I can tell, are a leading lady.
But for some reason, you're behaving like the best friend.
Winslate: You're so right.
Arthur: You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for God's sake.
Winslate: Arthur, I've been going to a therapist for three years.
And she's never explained anything to me that well.
That was brilliant.
Brutal, but brilliant.
Thank you.

也喜欢她对jasper所醒悟的那段话，真的让我笑了。我笑的很爽快，我笑得很高兴，为她的不再沉恋，也为我自己。所有的过往，都可以风化成尘土灰飞烟灭，你可以开始新的生活，因为自我迷失，只会折磨自己而已。所以，放开手，接受爱你的人，走出来，望着天，微笑就够了。
(note：Winslate vs Jasper
Winslate: Okay, let me translate that.
So you are still engaged to be married.
Jasper: Yes, but, I mean... - Oh, my God.
Winslate: Okay, this was a really......close call.
You know, I never thought I'd say this, literally never...
...but I think you were absolutely right about us.
Very square peg, very round hole!
Jasper: You cannot mean that.
Winslate: The great thing is I actually do.
And I'm about three years late in telling you this...
...but nevertheless I need to say it.
Jasper: ...
Winslate: Wait. I need the lights on.
Jasper: ...
Winslate: ...you have never treated me right.
- Ever.
Jasper: - Oh, babe.
Winslate: You broke my heart.
And you acted like somehow it was my fault...
...my misunderstanding, and I was too in love with you...
...to ever be mad at you, so I just punished myself! For years!
But you waltzing in here on my lovely Christmas holiday...
...and telling me that you don't want to lose me...
...whilst you're about to get married...
...somehow newly entitles me to say...
...it's over.
This... This twisted, toxic thing between us...
...is finally finished!
I'm miraculously done being in love with you!
I've got a life to start living.
And you're not going to be in it.
Jasper: Darling...
Winslate: Now I've got somewhere really important to be...
...and you have got to get the hell out.
- Now!
Jasper: - What exactly has got into you?
Winslate: I don't know.
But I think what I've got is something slightly resembling...
...gumption.
Jasper: Iris...
Winslate: ...you're a knockout.)

　　
　　“会想要谈恋爱了。”这是朋友看完后发出的第一句感叹。当片尾依旧响着，朋友的眼神泛着光时，我仿佛回到了很久很久之前，美妙的让我忘记了寒冬，忘记了让我毫无激情的生活，忘记了抛弃我的爱情，忘记了一切曾经不好的那些。
　　同时我记起了一些泛黄的美好。那些被我抛弃在风中却依旧愿意张开双手拥抱我的人们，那些会让我发自内心感受到美好的人们。我要谢谢他们。
　　因为我已经走出了不真实的梦境。因为那些曾经藏在心里就好了，因为他们已经没有必要再记起。因为我还有微笑和明天等着我。因为那些泪水不会再为你而流——他们早就不属于你了。
　　所以我会开始接受，我会开始明白，我会开始原谅，我会开始结束，我会开始不再沉湎于那些已经不属于我的东西，我更加会学着去开始一个新的开始。
　　所以我要说，亲爱的，就像winslate所说的那样：
　　...
　　　　
　　　　And after all that,
　　　　however long all that may be,
　　　　you'll go somewhere new
　　　　and you'll meet people
　　　　who make you feel worthwhile again,
　　　　and little pieces of your soul will finally come back.
　　　　And all that fuzzy stuff,
　　　　those years of your life that you wasted,
　　　　that will eventually begin to fade.
　　
　　
　　
　　
　——那些你曾经为之心碎浪费的过去，那些过去，都会过去，都会泛黄。

]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1252780997#comment 134218241 Sat, 12 Sep 2009 18:43:17 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1252780997 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1249206904 一首舒缓忧伤的散文诗
整部电影都弥漫着一种怀旧的气氛一种时光感和沧桑感，也许一起都变化太快吧！就象海子感慨的：“有些美好的东西要永远消失了！”电影叙事的节奏是舒缓的，基调是忧伤的。整部电影都让人感受到一种时间的无情带来的变化。电影院烧了，新修了，拆了，没有观众了；熟悉的人老了，死了；爱的人不见了；自己也从一个懵懂小孩变成了一个深沉的中年人；甚至他当兵回来的时候，那辆破烂的老式汽车已经变成了母鸡做窝生蛋的地方。


伤感的爱情
“我不要听你说话，我要听别人谈论你”，Alfredo阻断了托托的爱情，成就了他的事业，却令他痛苦一生，他再也没有勇气去爱人，再也不敢踏上回西西里的路，Alfredo这样善意的决定是不是明智？？？爱情真的会使人缚足，使人平庸吗？为了梦想真的就值得抛弃爱情？ 影片所讲述的是一个成长在意大利西西里岛詹卡多村庄中小孩子的故事。主人翁多多是个古灵精怪的小孩子，而艾费多则是“天堂乐园戏院”的放映师，因为电影的穿针引线，使得他们建立起来亦师亦友的感情。放映师所扮演的是个引领者的角色，在多多的童年、青少年、成年，甚至是老年，一直带领着多多成长。在他死后，他留给多多一盒胶卷，重新串连起多多遗失了三十年的回忆与情感。
　　在意大利南部小镇姜卡尔多，童年的小多多不仅喜欢看电影，还喜欢看放映师艾弗达“剪”电影：在40年代的意大利小镇上，电影在放映之前都要经由牧师检查，把认为观众不宜的镜头（比如接吻戏）严格地剪掉之后，才可以放映。所以，观众每当发现接吻镜头又被删去了的时候，就会全场起哄、甚至吐口水；而放到煽情的段落，观众们又会集体嚎啕大哭，总之电影院里总是热闹非凡。
　　小多多把那些在转动中带来神奇影像的胶片视若珍宝，他的理想就是成为像艾弗达那样的电影放映师。不过艾弗达看到了小多多的聪慧伶俐，他认为小多多将来一定会有更远大的前程，他劝小多多离开小镇：“不要在这里呆着，时间久了你会认为这里就是世界的中心。” 而小多多还很难理解艾弗达的话，他每天来放映室跟艾弗达学习电影放映。好心的艾弗达为了让更多的观众看到电影，搞了一次露天电影，结果胶片着火了，小多多把艾弗达从火海中救了出来，但艾弗达双目失明。小多多成了小镇唯一会放电影的人，他接替艾弗达成了小镇的电影放映师。
　　多多渐渐长大，他爱上了银行家的女儿艾莲娜。初恋的纯洁情愫美如天堂，但是一对小情侣的海誓山盟被艾莲娜父亲的阻挠给隔断了，多多去服兵役，而艾莲娜去念大学。伤心的多多从此离开小镇，追寻自己生命中的梦想……
　　已经人过中年的多多回到家乡，又见到了当年的恋人艾莲娜，才发现当初艾弗达的苦心：当年艾莲娜的消息被艾弗达偷偷隐藏起来，他把自己难以实现的人生梦想，寄托在眼前这个英俊明媚如阳光照耀的少年身上，为了多多的前程不被爱情耽搁，他隐瞒了艾莲娜来找过多多的事。多多在影院的废墟中找到了当年艾莲娜留给自己的纸条，往事历历，人生的机缘巧合已经成为过去，更没有办法计较种种离合之间的得失。
　　故乡的小镇，电影已经被电视取代，昔日的电影院也已经满目破落即要被炸毁来修建停车场。小镇的人都想观看影院炸毁，新鲜好奇的年轻人和感慨惆怅的老人们聚集而来。曾经容纳小镇人们的嬉笑怒骂的天堂电影院，轰然倒塌。
　　多多回到城市，他打开老艾弗达留给他的礼物：一盘电影胶片，当初被删去的接吻镜头都被接在一起。当初小多多曾经那样百般企求而不得的胶片，现在老艾弗达一并送给了他，连同一些令人缅怀的记忆、一些流逝的岁月与梦想、以及那个已经过去的曾经带给人们天堂般幸福感受的电影的时代。


如果当年，托托结婚了，和他心爱的女孩日夜厮守，就像他年轻时候一样，为了安定的生活，他不可能成为日后的著名导演，顶多是个小镇的电影放映员，和Alfredo一样，过着重复，没有激情的生活，最后在电视时代取代电影时代的时候，失业，没有工作，没有前途。Alfredo正是看透了这点，告诉托托不要写信，不要回头，不要想我们，永远地离开这里。

Alfredo: Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time... many years... before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now, no. It's not possible. Right now you're blinder than I am.

　　阿尔夫莱多：在这里居住了一天又一天，你认为这里就是世界的中心。你相信一切都永不会改变。然后你离开了，一年，两年，当你回来时，一切都变了。那条线断了，你所寻找的并不是这里。你只能再次离开很长时间……很多年……直到你能回来寻找你的人们，你出生的土地。但是现在不可能。现在你比我还要瞎。

　　Salvatore: Who said that? Gary Cooper? James Stewart? Henry Fonda? Eh?

　　萨尔瓦多：这些是谁说的？加里·库帕？詹姆士·斯图尔特？亨利·福达？嗯？

　　Alfredo: No, Toto. Nobody said it. This time it's all me. Life isn't like in the movies. Life... is much harder.

　　阿尔夫莱多：不是，多多，没有人说过。这次是我自己说的。生活并不像电影，生活……更艰难。

　　If you don't walk out, you will think that this is the whole world.

　　如果你不出去走走，你就会以为这就是全世界。 ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1249206904#comment 134218241 Sun, 02 Aug 2009 09:55:04 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1249206904 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1248061663 人生的几大功能在于经历、回忆与遗忘。至今还依稀记得当时的心境，只是早没了当初的心动。回忆同真相总不那么的相符，或者更多些奶油的香甜，或者更多些咖啡的苦涩。总是这样。然而回忆的目的不在于弄清是非，而在于感悟人生。因而，我们更看重记忆的影像感，而不是它的真实性。
现在看去年夏天，时而觉得当初的可笑，时而觉得那种少年的活力的美好而惋惜——自己已不再有那样的激情了。不再有去苦苦追寻的动力，该失去的，该遗忘的，就该让它自生自灭。非要把应当离去的留下，非要保存不属于自己的所谓美好，都是徒劳，反而徒惹自己伤心。一些人看错了我，我看错了一些人，如是而已。
该散的就让他散去。人仿佛就是为遗忘而生的。

Eloisa to Abelard
By Alexander Pope
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned.” 圣洁女神的命运是何等幸福
　　遗忘世界，被世界遗忘
　　清澈无暇的心灵散发永恒的阳光
　　接纳每一个祈祷，舍弃每一个愿望

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns;
What means this tumult in a vestal's veins?
Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat?
Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat?
Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came,
And Eloisa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,
Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.
Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise,
Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies:
O write it not, my hand — the name appears
Already written — wash it out, my tears!
In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,
Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains
Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains:
Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn;
Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn!
Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep,
And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep!
Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown,
I have not yet forgot myself to stone.
All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part,
Still rebel nature holds out half my heart;
Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain,
Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear!
Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.
I tremble too, where'er my own I find,
Some dire misfortune follows close behind.
Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow,
Led through a sad variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame,
There died the best of passions, love and fame. Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join
Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away;
And is my Abelard less kind than they?
Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare,
Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r;
No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame,
When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name;
My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind,
Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind.
Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day,
Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day.
Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung;
And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
From lips like those what precept fail'd to move?
Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love.
Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran,
Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee. How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said,
Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies,
Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame,
August her deed, and sacred be her fame;
Before true passion all those views remove,
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
Those restless passions in revenge inspires;
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall,
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature, law:
All then is full, possessing, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be)
And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
A naked lover bound and bleeding lies!
Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand,
Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command.
Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain;
The crime was common, common be the pain.
I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd,
Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day,
When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell?
As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil,
The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale:
Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd,
And saints with wonder heard the vows I made.
Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew,
Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you:
Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,
And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.
Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe;
Those still at least are left thee to bestow.
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
Still drink delicious poison from thy eye,
Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd;
Give all thou canst — and let me dream the rest.
Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes,
Full in my view set all the bright abode,
And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r.
From the false world in early youth they fled,
By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led.
You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd,
And Paradise was open'd in the wild.
No weeping orphan saw his father's stores
Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n,
Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n:
But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
In these lone walls (their days eternal bound)
These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,
Where awful arches make a noonday night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray,
And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!)
But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!
The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd
Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind,
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze;
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid.
But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves,
Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws
A death-like silence, and a dread repose:
Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,
Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,
Deepens the murmur of the falling floods,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods. Yet here for ever, ever must I stay;
Sad proof how well a lover can obey!
Death, only death, can break the lasting chain;
And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain,
Here all its frailties, all its flames resign,
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine. Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Confess'd within the slave of love and man.
Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r?
Sprung it from piety, or from despair?
Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires,
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought;
I mourn the lover, not lament the fault;
I view my crime, but kindle at the view,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence,
Now think of thee, and curse my innocence.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet,
'Tis sure the hardest science to forget!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence?
How the dear object from the crime remove,
Or how distinguish penitence from love?
Unequal task! a passion to resign,
For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine.
Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain — do all things but forget.
But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself — and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone can rival, can succeed to thee. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
"Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;"
Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymeneals sing,
To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day. Far other dreams my erring soul employ,
Far other raptures, of unholy joy:
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away,
Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free,
All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee.
Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night!
How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!
Provoking Daemons all restraint remove,
And stir within me every source of love.
I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms,
And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms.
I wake — no more I hear, no more I view,
The phantom flies me, as unkind as you.
I call aloud; it hears not what I say;
I stretch my empty arms; it glides away.
To dream once more I close my willing eyes;
Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise!
Alas, no more — methinks we wand'ring go
Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe,
Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies;
Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise.
I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find,
And wake to all the griefs I left behind. For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose;
No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,
Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;
Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n,
And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n. Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread?
The torch of Venus burns not for the dead.
Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves;
Ev'n thou art cold — yet Eloisa loves.
Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn
To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn. What scenes appear where'er I turn my view?
The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue,
Rise in the grove, before the altar rise,
Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes.
I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee,
Thy image steals between my God and me,
Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear,
With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.
When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll,
And swelling organs lift the rising soul,
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round. While prostrate here in humble grief I lie,
Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye,
While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll,
And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul:
Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art!
Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart;
Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes
Blot out each bright idea of the skies;
Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears;
Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs;
Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode;
Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!
Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair!
Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care!
Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky!
And faith, our early immortality!
Enter, each mild, each amicable guest;
Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest! See in her cell sad Eloisa spread,
Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead.
In each low wind methinks a spirit calls,
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around,
From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound.
"Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say)
"Thy place is here, sad sister, come away!
Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd,
Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid:
But all is calm in this eternal sleep;
Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep,
Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear:
For God, not man, absolves our frailties here." I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs,
Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs.
Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go,
Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow:
Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay,
And smooth my passage to the realms of day;
See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll,
Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul!
Ah no — in sacred vestments may'st thou stand,
The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand,
Present the cross before my lifted eye,
Teach me at once, and learn of me to die.
Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see!
It will be then no crime to gaze on me.
See from my cheek the transient roses fly!
See the last sparkle languish in my eye!
Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er;
And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more.
O Death all-eloquent! you only prove
What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy,
(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)
In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd,
Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round,
From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine,
And saints embrace thee with a love like mine. May one kind grave unite each hapless name,
And graft my love immortal on thy fame!
Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er,
When this rebellious heart shall beat no more;
If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings
To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs,
O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads,
And drink the falling tears each other sheds;
Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd,
"Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!" From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise,
And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice,
Amid that scene if some relenting eye
Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie,
Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n,
One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n.
And sure, if fate some future bard shall join
In sad similitude of griefs to mine,
Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more;
Such if there be, who loves so long, so well;
Let him our sad, our tender story tell;
The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost;
He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most. ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1248061663#comment 134218240 Mon, 20 Jul 2009 03:47:43 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1248061663 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246002927 ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246002927#comment 134218240 Fri, 26 Jun 2009 07:55:27 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246002927 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1245723330 ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1245723330#comment 134218240 Tue, 23 Jun 2009 02:15:30 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1245723330 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1243918775 1. 对自己目前生活是否满意？
还好，知足常乐嘛
2. 目前想学习什么?
财务、期货、HR，还有好多啊，贪多嚼不烂
3. 你怎么样看待异地恋？
Just hold on...
4. 2009愿望？
家人平安健康
5. 你觉得你是感性的人还是理性的人？
偶尔让自己感性下
6. 最理想的生活是什么？
简单快乐，跟家人在一起就好
7. 你最讨厌哪种男人/女人？
不真诚
8. 自己是什么样的人？
简单
9. 失意的时候干嘛？
为避免瞎想，让自己忙起来或找点儿东西看
10. 喜欢什么样的异性？
有责任心
11. 你最想回到哪一天？
小学入学那天，嘿嘿
12. 想起一件事或者一个人会突然流泪吗？
NEVER
13. 觉得自己是自恋的人吗？
不是
14. 家人，友人，爱人要怎么样排序？
家人 爱人 友人
15. 什么样的人是美女？
看着舒服就好
16. 如果可以随心所欲去旅行，你最想去哪?
也是欧洲哈，有很多想去的地方，托斯卡纳、冰岛等等，我真的有这么贪心么？
17. 如果给你一个月的假期，你最想做什么？
静下心来看书
18. 目前你最喜欢哪首歌？最喜欢哪个歌手？
Home--(by Westlife)，没有最喜欢，只有相对喜欢，比如Westlife, All-4-one,Josh
19. 你相信有永远的爱情吗？
当爱情只是一个人的事情与他人无关时就会有永远
20. 你认为距离远了，朋友感情会淡吗？
不会，精神交流最重要
21. 你觉得我在你眼里是个什么样的人？
才女加美女，呵呵
22. 你的人生目标是什么？
self-realization，塔尖上的东西好遥远。还是脚踏实地过好每一天吧！
23. 咱们的感情会天长地久吗？
会滴！
24. 你的未来全是梦吗？
当然不！
25. 目前有什么烦心事？
都是小事，都会过去
26. 喜欢现在的工作么？
有成就有进步的时候，喜欢
27. 给我一句祝福吧？
永远做个幸福的小女人吧
28. 最喜欢吃什么?
依旧是水果，可惜总想不起来吃
29. 如果结婚后你的另一半背叛你你会怎么做？
离开，忘记，let it go,不要尝试报复
30. 对我的要求是什么？
早日要个BABY吧，嘿嘿

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]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1243918775#comment 134218249 Tue, 02 Jun 2009 04:59:35 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1243918775 http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1241417801 “What if there is no one?
　　
　　What if you live your whole life and no one is waiting?
　　
　　So I drove to the lake house looking for any kind of answer.And I found you.And I let myself get lost.Lost in this beautiful fantasy where time stood still.
　　
　　But it's not real.I have to learn to live the life that I have got.Please don't write anymore.Don't try to find me.
　　
　　Let me let you go.”

　　 　
　　“Just wait. Please.
　　Don't look for me.Don't try to find me.
　　I love you. And it's taken me all this time to say it, but I love you.
　　And if you still care for me...
　　...wait for me.
　　Wait with me.
　　Just wait. Wait.
　　Wait two years, Alex.Come to the lake house.I'm here.”
　　
　　 整部电影就是安静的等待.　
　
　　 They meet.They part.They wait.They get another chance.
　　 Why?
　　 Time.
　　
　　 We lose each other to time.
　　 My love has been left behind.Your love can't be given at present.
　　 No sorry for it.
　　 At least we have loved.
　　 What if there's no one to wait for in the past years?
　　 What if there's no one waiting in your whole life?
　　
　　 It deserves.
　　 You fill up the heart.
　　
　　 In my life, I have mcuh more to care about but you.
　　 I had spend a hundred year in thinking of a somebody
　　 Now I need to consider more about people around me,
　　 because time gives me everything. ]]> http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1241417801#comment 134218240 Mon, 04 May 2009 06:16:41 GMT http://174512197.qzone.qq.com/blog/1241417801