http://373112628.qzone.qq.com Sat, 22 Nov 2008 02:42:37 GMT Qzone zh-cn Copyright (C), 2005-2008, Tencent Tech. Co., Ltd. Thu, 28 Aug 2008 05:52:50 GMT http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/1219902770 曾經在一起的四个人， 现在已經分， 我们壹起仰望同一片天空， 度過了3年的时间， 但3年已不在是时间可以代替， 願我們以後还可以再次仰望同一片天空。 壹切都代替不了的愿望…… 仰望属于我们自己的天空 ]]> http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/1219902770#comment 513 Thu, 28 Aug 2008 05:52:50 GMT http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/1219902770 http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/1202465174 '无奈的笑.. '想掩饰内心的伤. '想哭来试探自己是否麻木.. '结果告诉我.. '你已走远.. '也许某天 '在喧闹的城市中.. '你我擦肩而过,, '我会停住脚步. '凝望着那个 '正远去的背影. '告诉自己.. '那个人. '我曾经爱过 '我想要有个平平谈谈的爱情.. '可是平淡了`` '往往容易被忽略.. '而被忽略的,, '往往却又是最珍贵的,, '记忆,清晰而明亮. '转身,一转眼成了回忆落入沉思里,支离破碎 '看不见完整,往事洒满一地; '弯腰,拾起一片,手指轻触;刺破皮肤,鲜血直流;后退,心痛无助;躲开 ,不敢再碰 触; '依稀,看见那张笑脸;伸手,是冰冷的空气和失落的心情]]> http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/1202465174#comment 512 Fri, 08 Feb 2008 10:06:14 GMT http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/1202465174 http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/15
]]> http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/15#comment 6656 Sat, 30 Jun 2007 14:45:17 GMT http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/15 http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/7 To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and momentWith this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -Shakespeare ]]> http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/7#comment 512 Sat, 14 Oct 2006 07:00:11 GMT http://373112628.qzone.qq.com/blog/7