上午抱了大堆的書，本來信誓旦旦地決定在圖書館奮鬥一天的。但是，一個小時過後...游走在書架中，我不斷對自己保證說：只看一眼，就一眼...於是再次迷失在書海中，不可自拔，一天又這樣過去了...
很喜歡在書架間行走，感覺好像身處茫茫人海，心中有小小期待，期待驀然回首時的偶遇，期待與一本書一見鍾情。
最近認識了一位日本朋友，是詩人。臨走時，送給我一盒精美的琉球紅茶。於是，身處圖書館，捧著紅茶，覺得要找《源氏物語》來讀一讀才應景。
於是，在《源氏物語》近旁，我與新井一二三一見鍾情。本來是被作者“新奇”（其實在日本以出生日期爲名極爲常見，只當自己孤陋寡聞吧）的名字吸引，但翻來一讀，便一發不可收拾。説來這也是從小延續的“光榮傳統“---對於喜歡的書，不看則已，看了，一定停不下來。記得老媽從前最怕我放學回來時手裏有一本新一期的《讀者》。因爲，無數次的”慘痛“經歷告訴她，從翻開書第一頁的那一刹那之後的兩個小時之中，她親愛的女兒一定會變身成為”植物人“。無論開飯的呼喚多麽熱切頻繁，我自巋然不動。常常是這樣的情景：合上書的最後一頁，我揉揉眼睛，靠已然麻木的雙腿掙扎站起來，望望窗外，驚覺天黑黑。
今天也是如此，當走出圖書館時，天色暗了。不知爲什麽，心裏一點罪惡感也沒有，好開心。驚嘆新井的好文筆，作爲一個日本人，中文寫作達到如此水平，實在讓我這個中國人汗顔。不過還是好開心，好文章多多益善嘛，而且還是如此與自己心靈契合的文字。我不禁想到了摯愛的三毛和安妮。現在，又一位内心堅定的女生出現在我生命中。
新井的經歷也頗爲傳奇，日本長大，留學中國，移民加拿大，在香港工作，最後回到日本。讀到她在香港的生活點滴，我會心微笑。
對這篇《一見鍾情》印象深刻：
一見鍾情這回事，世上確實有。
你可以相信我，因爲我有親身經驗。我最沒有期待的時候，他在我眼前出現了，那是今年我生日的前兩個晚上。
......
還沒看見攝影師之前，已經看見他了。
說起來也奇怪，我眼睛不好，往往連老朋友都認不出，可是，那晚，在七、八之遠，我竟認出了一個陌生人了。
那種感覺，應該怎樣描寫才行呢？好比是看不見的聚光照明對準著他似的。
惹我注意的，不是他的臉，而是整個人。他的姿勢、他的笑容、他的態度讓我感到：這樣的一個人，充滿魅力的異性，爲什麽在這裡、這個時候出現？
......
沒有好好兒地跟他説話，我心裏稍微後悔。走出門口，我忽然聽到他說：「今晚太愉快了，咱們繼續喝酒聊天，好不好？」當然，他是跟大家說的，不過，我還是高興得差一點沒哭出來。
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在自己的地方，我比剛才放鬆得多了，這我偶爾能夠看著他的眼睛說兩句話。強烈的第一印象沒有衰退；反之，我越來越覺得他就是我的夢中情人。
篇幅不多了，之後的事情，也許以後還有機會繼續講。今天我只告訴你：不到三個月，他送給了我訂婚戒指。
這童話般的故事，發生在新井34嵗生日前夕，一切仿佛冥冥之中的安排。我想，所有對愛情充滿美好向往的女孩們，都會為之動容吧。曾經，堅定地告訴自己，要走向理性和成熟。但是，當身邊流淌著琥珀般色澤的紅茶飃來陣陣暗香，美文在手，誰在此刻還能保持絕對的理性呢？
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
The Bell Jar
......
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South American, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and off-beat progessions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I want each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
......
Then plan after plan started leaping through my head, like a family of scatty rabbits.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of a telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three...nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
......
Literature could be a therapy,indeed.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig-tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South American, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and off-beat progessions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I want each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
......
Then plan after plan started leaping through my head, like a family of scatty rabbits.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of a telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three...nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
......
Literature could be a therapy,indeed.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A different Disney
Don't know why I suddenly had the impulse to go to the Disney by myself this evening...but it turns out to be a nice experience.
Still remember last time the train was stuffed by visitors, but now...hehe~~~
The entrance looks nice in the evening.
Though not so many visitors, the performers gave a fantastic Halloween evening show.
Still remember last time the train was stuffed by visitors, but now...hehe~~~The entrance looks nice in the evening.
Though not so many visitors, the performers gave a fantastic Halloween evening show.
You must be so tired all day long, a good time for a rest, isn' it?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I read this passage today and like it soooo much~~~
If time, that rare resource, becomes plentiful, travel just might be the way to go.
I travel to live, live to travel, and support the habit by juggling real estate. Which is to say, I'm a constant subletter. I defray the cost of my wanderlust by renting my tiny apartments in New York and Hong Kong for short periods while I go on the road. By now, I'm an old hand at showing my living spaces to strangers, and on a recent Saturday morning, the software engineer from San Francisco was getting the A-1 guided tour of my Hong Kong flat. "Here is the bedroom," I said, following my well-worn script. "When you read in bed you can look out the window and see the International Financial Center, Hong Kong's tallest building. Through the dining nook there's a fabulous open view of the Central Police Station, built by the British in 1864 and one of the last standing historical buildings in downtown." Eric the engineer nodded absently. He seemed lost in thought. Worried that I was blabbing too much, I breezily changed the subject.
"So, then, what brings you to Hong Kong for a whole month? Are you on a work assignment?"
"No," he said, managing a chuckle. "I'm on a work nonassignment. My company isn't doing too well, and they've asked me and everyone else in the Shanghai office to take a month's unpaid leave. I hope it is just going to be for a month."
We fell silent as the specter of job loss loomed over our conversation like a shadow, as it does too often these days. But then my prospective tenant recovered, and continued, upbeat.
"You see, I've always wanted to get to know Hong Kong. My parents are originally from Toisan, in Guangdong Province, just across the border from here in China. I've never had an unexpected break of time like this before, so I thought I would take advantage of it to really settle into this city and get to know it. This is the kind of travel I always wanted to do."
It took his words a moment to really sink in, and when they did, they cut straight to my heart. Here was a guy uncertain about his future, about to take an enforced leave. Was he going to spend a month at home, polishing his résumé, pinching his pennies, and fretting? No. He'd decided to forget about what he was losing and grab the gift he'd been given: time. And use that gift in the best way possible: travel.
The Chinese newspapers call the economic crisis the financial "tsunami," a word that translates poetically, as so many Chinese words do, as "ocean scream." My own personal oceans have screamed often and loudly during my peripatetic life. But when the hardest waves hit, my response has always been the same: hit back, and hit the road.
If time, that rare resource, becomes plentiful, travel just might be the way to go.
I travel to live, live to travel, and support the habit by juggling real estate. Which is to say, I'm a constant subletter. I defray the cost of my wanderlust by renting my tiny apartments in New York and Hong Kong for short periods while I go on the road. By now, I'm an old hand at showing my living spaces to strangers, and on a recent Saturday morning, the software engineer from San Francisco was getting the A-1 guided tour of my Hong Kong flat. "Here is the bedroom," I said, following my well-worn script. "When you read in bed you can look out the window and see the International Financial Center, Hong Kong's tallest building. Through the dining nook there's a fabulous open view of the Central Police Station, built by the British in 1864 and one of the last standing historical buildings in downtown." Eric the engineer nodded absently. He seemed lost in thought. Worried that I was blabbing too much, I breezily changed the subject.
"So, then, what brings you to Hong Kong for a whole month? Are you on a work assignment?"
"No," he said, managing a chuckle. "I'm on a work nonassignment. My company isn't doing too well, and they've asked me and everyone else in the Shanghai office to take a month's unpaid leave. I hope it is just going to be for a month."
We fell silent as the specter of job loss loomed over our conversation like a shadow, as it does too often these days. But then my prospective tenant recovered, and continued, upbeat.
"You see, I've always wanted to get to know Hong Kong. My parents are originally from Toisan, in Guangdong Province, just across the border from here in China. I've never had an unexpected break of time like this before, so I thought I would take advantage of it to really settle into this city and get to know it. This is the kind of travel I always wanted to do."
It took his words a moment to really sink in, and when they did, they cut straight to my heart. Here was a guy uncertain about his future, about to take an enforced leave. Was he going to spend a month at home, polishing his résumé, pinching his pennies, and fretting? No. He'd decided to forget about what he was losing and grab the gift he'd been given: time. And use that gift in the best way possible: travel.
The Chinese newspapers call the economic crisis the financial "tsunami," a word that translates poetically, as so many Chinese words do, as "ocean scream." My own personal oceans have screamed often and loudly during my peripatetic life. But when the hardest waves hit, my response has always been the same: hit back, and hit the road.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Randy
Today,during the English class, the teacher showed us a video . It was soooooo touching that my tears kept falling down like a stream. I watched the complete version of it after I got back to the dorm and was inspired.
The sentence that left me the deepest impresion was:Brick walls are there for a reason, they let us prove how badly we want things, it is there to stop others who don't want that thing so badly, not us!
Therefore, I will keep my dreams and fight for it!!!
The sentence that left me the deepest impresion was:Brick walls are there for a reason, they let us prove how badly we want things, it is there to stop others who don't want that thing so badly, not us!
Therefore, I will keep my dreams and fight for it!!!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
discover the Discovery Bay
Discovery Bay----A place that I always want to pay a visit, I made it today~~~~
The lovely houses are my dream style.
On the hiking route, there is only one person---me!!!A different experience~~~~
On the top of the mountain, a golf club appeared in front of my eyes, some little boys(???)are playing golf!!! I had a short nap under the shadow of a huge tree until the stuff took me out......
The stuff took me to the highway and showed me the way, I thought it couldn't take long to walk back,but I was totally wrong!!! I am still admiring myself for walking that long time, good excrice, haha~~~
Finally walk back to downtown, I spent some time in Mac, writing, painting, reading.......Two Japanese ladies were sitting next to me, talking, really want to learn japanese!
Then, went back to the beach, made sand castels, make day dream, collected shells............just like a child.
Time for dinner~~~~Tried Mexcican food with wine, sooooooooooo delicious!!!Music, candles,laughters.........I love that atmonsphere!!!
I could watch the fireworks of Disneyland on the beach!!!Sooooooooo fantastic~~~~~~
The lovely houses are my dream style.On the hiking route, there is only one person---me!!!A different experience~~~~On the top of the mountain, a golf club appeared in front of my eyes, some little boys(???)are playing golf!!! I had a short nap under the shadow of a huge tree until the stuff took me out......The stuff took me to the highway and showed me the way, I thought it couldn't take long to walk back,but I was totally wrong!!! I am still admiring myself for walking that long time, good excrice, haha~~~Finally walk back to downtown, I spent some time in Mac, writing, painting, reading.......Two Japanese ladies were sitting next to me, talking, really want to learn japanese!Then, went back to the beach, made sand castels, make day dream, collected shells............just like a child.Time for dinner~~~~Tried Mexcican food with wine, sooooooooooo delicious!!!Music, candles,laughters.........I love that atmonsphere!!!
I could watch the fireworks of Disneyland on the beach!!!Sooooooooo fantastic~~~~~~Today is really amazing and it will be a beautiful memory in my heart!!!
Monday, April 6, 2009
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