雕刻时光

叩问爱

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 19:48:24 GMT

三十八年难得一遇的双七夕，却与爱情无关。

一如既往，继续着一个人的孤单。

没有变酸的思念，更没有撕心裂肺的情伤。

不寻常的平静，如同死寂，依然故我。

没有痛过，心为何可以如此无知无觉？

并未痛过，是否意味着从未真正爱过？

再大的挫折，不曾让我茫然失落

但情为何物，竟然迷惘我。

爱与被爱，得到与付出，注定无法对等。

是否可以这样说，爱是一种无法达致的平衡。

爱，意味着唯一吗？

爱，意味着此生不变吗？

爱，意味着别无他想吗？

不禁想问，

有多少真正的此情不渝？

有多少真正的地老天荒？

又有多少人能够坚守到永远？

并非不相信真爱

并非不相信永恒

只是唯美过于沉重

爱情潜藏了太多

无法抵触的现实因素

难以完美无缺

难以用唯一的标准去度量

假如，爱的一方是起点，而被爱的一方是终点

我所理解的爱便是从起点到终点的过程

但步伐有快也有慢，轨迹也不是唯一的

有人走直路，有人走弯路，甚至有人走错路

重要的是找对了方向，并最终走到了终点

也许过程并不完美

也许轨迹并不规则

也许一切并非尽如人意

但人无完人爱是否可以

多一些宽容少一点苛刻

不是不爱而是难以爱得完美无暇

不是不爱而是不想爱得遗失自我

不是不爱而是不能爱得毫无尊严

不是不爱而是无法爱得别无他求

但爱，确实需要一份执着与坚持。

无怨无悔时的执着

大彻大悟后的坚持

也许，这就是爱……

——2006年8月31日凌晨3点26分写于广州

轮回

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 16:35:30 GMT

轮回

生活的可爱，在于无法预知

走的下一步会遇见什么

或惶惑，或惊讶，或期待……
何其幸运，活在未知的世界里
走了一圈，重回原点，再度相遇

惊艳之美，竟是那样的优雅
走过，转身，回眸，再转身，微微一笑
一年的轮回。

等待的站台

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 09:25:57 GMT

在人生的站台上。总有一些人在等待着什么。其实也说不清楚，他们究竟在等待着什么。是等待一列车还是某一个到来的人，抑或是远方来的消息。等待是让人苍老的事，等待也让时间静止。如果你想感受和这城市中迥然不同的人生，那么去站台吧。那里有流动的人生和来自远方的空气，那里有第一次踏进这个城市的人，和无数次离开这里的人。有分离的情侣，挥别的亲人，独自怅然而去的旅人。在长长的站台上，人生被一段段悄然上演，无休无止。接下来，就是发生在站台上的一个故事。

《驿》

火车站的候车室　时常坐着一位打扮整齐的中年妇人

手里抱着一个老式皮箱　游目张望　似乎在期待什么

第一次见到妇人是他高中的时候　每天夜里从桃园通车到台北补习

深夜十一点回到桃园　妇人总是准时地坐在候车室的木椅上

等待着的姿势　不安的眼神　端整的打扮　好像在等待着某一个约好的人

起先他没有特别留意她　可是时间一久　尤其是没有旅客的时候

妇人就格外显的孤寂　有一天他终于下定决心　在候车室等待那妇人离去

一直到深夜落　一直到凌晨一点　妇人才站了起来

走到候车室的黑板前用粉笔写着『水：等你没等到　我先走了！　英　留』

那时他才知道　原来候车室长久以来的这则留言是出自那妇人

后来车站的老人告诉他　妇人已经在候车室坐了二十几年了

有人说她疯了　有人说曾看见她打开皮箱　箱里装的是少女时代的衣服

大部分的人都说　在二十几年前那个夜晚　英和她的水约好在车站碰面

要私奔到某一个不知名的地方　可是叫水的那个男人却缺席了

有一天他回家的时候　不再看到英的影子　

问了车站许多人但都不知道为什么这风雨无阻的妇人那一天没有来　

第二天的清晨英残缺的身体被发现在铁道上　皮箱滚到很远的地方

旅客留言板上有她的字迹　只改了几个字「水：等你三十年　我先走了　英　留」

这是林慧萍最经典的歌曲之一。充满了画面感和诗意般的隽永的情绪，充斥在整首5分多的歌曲里，缓缓铺张出一个旧时代的情感故事，命运的不测与爱的坚贞，在台北老火车站的迷朦剪影，这是一首台湾流行音乐史上的最经典的作品之一。《驿》驿站的驿。

李函曦《宛若微风》－唤醒心灵，有如重生

Mon, 22 May 2006 10:24:41 GMT

清澈民谣轻拂心灵漫溯音乐幻想疆野

昨天，梦见了自己赤裸了双足。

好像那个萦绕纠缠着孩童期的迷恋，

双足那样欢乐地奔跑着，亲吻着自然之地。

亲吻过土壤，亲吻过沙漠，

亲吻过灌木丛生的草原，亲吻过夜空下沉静温柔的海洋。

这一刻的海上燃起了月亮，洋面微微闪耀着光的鳞片，

像是细诉着无数个轻涌的梦想。

奔跑的双足，在这奇妙美丽的景象前，不知不觉停留了，

一种感动的潮水覆盖了视野的边垠。

这一刻，就这么站立着，幸福地孤寂着，

看见海水生长，看见月光生长，看见自己生长。

长成水中一株硕丽光彩的珊瑚，像小时候梦过的那个样子。

清晨的氤氲开始酝酿，它以歌声的姿态安静地弥漫开来。

温暖、明亮、甜美，

在这一刻唱出了，在多少年的沉睡中快要遗忘的狂想。

这歌声，引领你在梦境中穿梭，

在时光的瞬息里在地域的版图中，做一段愉悦的旅行。

这样一张专辑，朴素地妖娆着，平静地忧伤着，清雅地遗忘着，

即使再无望的等待也成了快乐的永恒。

撷取的是人类音乐最美丽最本初的那些东西，

这个或那个民族的歌谣，异国的异乡的。

那些离我们很远的人们，藉着这些曲调，千百年来永恒地唱颂着，

他们那一片天空上的风月，天空下的爱情和思念。

奇异么？那么近那么远，那么古老那么现代，

人人都经历着一样的爱恨嗔怒，一样的得失迷离。

海枯了，石烂了，人去了，歌还唱着。

想象蒙古的某个草原上，马儿低头吃草，

放牧的少女无所事事地哼起了“诺恩吉雅”，那流传多少辈的思乡歌谣。

她不知道自己已经成为了歌中描绘的图景，

也不知道十年后的她也许会满眼泪水地再唱起这首歌。

现在，她只是因为熟悉而哼唱着，少不更事的歌声没有表情。

有经历的你，却在歌声中读出了难以磨灭的故事……

歌声在飘扬耳朵快陶醉吧

湖水在荡漾梦想要游走吧

夜色在摇晃心儿就沉睡吧

01、齐曼尼花园

02、小鹰的梦想

03、青山望

04、漫步

05、桦木船上的月光

06、柔软阳光

07、两只鹅的地久天长

08、密

09、火舌

10、雪湖的回忆

11、海清河边的大雁

12、世上哪有树缠藤

Wind Beneath My Wings －感恩的心，乘风展翅

Wed, 17 May 2006 20:02:10 GMT

原本是首鄉村歌曲，因為被電影「情比姊妹深」選為主題曲，而再度受到歡迎。

但貝蒂蜜德勒的重新詮釋，賦予這首歌更感人的力量，才是主要原因。

貝蒂蜜德勒，一位影歌雙棲的女明星。擅長演誇張、嬉鬧的喜劇，著名作品有「家有惡夫」、「大老婆俱樂部」、「女巫也瘋狂」等。

然而只要聽過她唱的"The rose"、"From a distance"和"Wind beneath my wings"這些迷死人的歌，

你很難想像這樣一位女丑形象的演員，竟能唱出如此深情動人的歌。

「Wind Beneath My Wings」這首歌在原作者的設計中，本來是一個作丈夫的人對默默奉獻的妻子無比的感激，

因為，在絕大多數的情況下，一般的家庭都是由丈夫負責工作、養家，

而妻子則負責照顧家人的一切生活起居，讓丈夫在奮鬥的時候沒有後顧之憂。

當丈夫事業成功、享有大眾的掌聲時，妻子其實是相當寂寞的，所有的光彩都集中在丈夫身上，好像她只是個「附屬品」。

事實上，假如沒有妻子的默默奉獻，男人是很難在工作上全力衝刺的，

因此，假如說成功的丈夫有如高飛的鷹隼，妻子就好像是老鷹羽翼之下的風，把他順利的托起，沒有風的浮力，老鷹是飛不高的。

所以，這個丈夫就以這樣的比喻，來感激妻子的奉獻，並且告訴她，自己絕對沒有忘記妻子在他生命中的重要性。

不過，這首歌到了「情比姊妹深」影片中，顯然有了不同的註解。

這部電影描述兩個背景與個性南轅北轍的女性，童年時代偶然相遇，成為好友，共同經歷了生命中的酸甜苦辣，

儘管兩人同時愛上一個男人，而密勒「勝利」之後又為了事業而予以拋棄，彼此仍然是互相關懷的知己，甚至共同面對許多困境與挫折。

而在這前後三十年的友情中，密勒飾演的歌手總是把自己的事業擺在第一位。最後，好友不幸病逝，把女兒託付給她。

回想起如煙的往事，她無比感慨，除了決心好好照顧好友的遺孤，也深切的體認到這個好友在自己生命中的重要性，

同時為這首歌賦予了全新的意義。

在你的生命中，是否也有著這樣一個有如你羽翼下的風一般、讓你能夠安心奮鬥的人呢？

Wind Beneath My Wings
翼下之风

Bette Midler Translated by Dreamcatcher

It must have been cold there in my shadow,

站在我的阴影下，必定感到很寒冷吧

to never have sunlight on your face.

阳光总是照不到你的脸庞

You were content to let me shine, that's your way.

你总是满足于让我展现熠熠光彩

You always walked a step behind.

而你却只在我身后默默相随

So I was the one with all the glory,

于是，我一个人独享了所有的荣耀

while you were the one with all the strength.

而你却默默肩负着所有重担

A beautiful face without a name for so long.

你美丽的脸庞甘于久久默默无名

A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

你美丽的笑容隐藏了一切痛苦

Did you ever know that you're my hero,

你可曾知道，你才是我心中的英雄

and everything I would like to be?

我的榜样，我渴望成为的一切？

I can fly higher than an eagle,

我之所以能够飞得比鹰还高

for you are the wind beneath my wings.

全因有你，我羽翼下的风

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,

或许别人不曾注意

but I've got it all here in my heart.

但我早已把这一切都铭刻于心

I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.

我想让你知道，我内心深处很清楚

I would be nothing without you.

没有了你，我什么都不是

Did you ever know that you're my hero?

你可曾知道，你就是我心中的英雄？

You're everything I wish I could be.

我多么渴望能成为跟你一样的人啊！

I could fly higher than an eagle,

我之所以能飞得比鹰还高
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

全因为你，托起了我高飞的翅膀

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?

我可曾告诉过你，你就是我心中的英雄？
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.

你的一切的一切，都是我渴望在自己身上实现的。
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,

啊，我，我之所以能飞得比鹰还高
for you are the wind beneath my wings,

全因为你，助我乘风展翅
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

因为你就是我羽翼下的风

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.

啊，羽翼下的风
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.

是你！是你！是你！你就是我羽翼下的风！
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.

飞啊，飞啊，振翅高飞！你让我飞得如此之高！
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

啊，是你！是你！是你，我羽翼下的风！
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

啊，是你！是你！是你，我羽翼下的风！

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,

飞啊，飞啊，飞上高空，
so high I almost touch the sky.

高到几乎能触碰天际。
Thank you, thank you,

感谢你，感谢你，
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

感谢上帝，把你赐给了我，我羽翼下的风！

Mama, thanks to you!

Sat, 13 May 2006 17:10:17 GMT

You gave me life,
Gave me your heart
Your shoulder when I needed to cry
You gave me hope when all my hope is gone
Wings so my dreams can fly
And I haven't told you enough
Haven't been good enough, making you see

My love for you will live in my heart
Until eternity's through....
I see your smile in the eyes of my child
I am who I am, Mama, Thanks to you

You gave me your word,
Gave me your voice
Gave me your everything,
Each breath of your life
You believe when I can never have
You teach my faith to survive
And I never can do enough
Never thank you enough, for all that you are

I know the treasure, I'm filled with grace
Whenever I see your face

And I see your smile in the eyes of my child
I am who I am, Mama, Thanks to You
To you.....

华语音乐最完美的情伤——《你今天要走》

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 06:21:59 GMT

你今天要走

叶倩文

你今天要走我只得一个要求
求别要临行时又回首
无谓说告别后或许也可当好友
无谓再望我我会哭哭出河流

乱但握着拳明明唇边抖震
情泪也强忍将好戏做完
如何难受如何凌乱
亦尽力潇洒一笑不嗟不怨

无谓你发现我
笑声背后肠尽已断

你今天要走你不须给我因由
求别说情其实共谁偷
瞒着我好吗我心已经伤得透
无谓再令我痛更多哀伤狂流

恋恨恋未完仍然留恋你
无奈你我的一出戏要做完

如何难受如何凌乱
亦尽力潇洒一笑不嗟不怨

无谓你发现我

笑声背后肠尽已断

眷恋恨恋未完仍然留恋你
无奈你我的一出戏要做完

如何难受如何凌乱
亦尽力潇洒一笑不嗟不怨

无谓你发现我

那些爱念仍未了断

你今天要走你今天要走

你今天要走……

钢琴才子林海的爱情风华

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 09:25:52 GMT

记忆中的容颜 down

忧郁深隧的眼，有一望无尽的愁
这是记忆里你的容颜
是否把记忆中的容颜画了出来，
对于一段感情才能真正放开
我尝试在夜里温柔且仔细地描
止不住的手止不住的泪
画中的你眼神深隧
你眼中消失的愁却布上我的眼

几度枫红 down

时间弦，被情感的弓拉着
回忆投映在枫林里，

惹红几株又几株
春...夏...秋...冬...
终究被眼前的风吹落

初开 down

那天、花开、心开、情窦初开
因为你一个微笑腾云驾雾
思绪起飞
天空洒下一片星光
映照你出场

蔚蓝的回忆 down

蓝色雨带着纯白色雾气
氤成透明的你
穿过玻璃穿过身体穿过记忆
又无声无息
轻轻的离去

再见，往事再见 down

没想到这么容易就想起，
以为早已忘记关于你的所有往事
仅仅只是几行字迹，几张没有丢弃的纸片
仿佛就是一段往事的速记
再见往事，其实不如想象中的坚强
用尽全力，也仅能轻轻挥着双手
说声：“再见往事，再见”

守望 down

你快乐吗？
翱翔已久累了吗？
想家吗？
等待的人只有我吗？

关于爱情 down

如果不是那次令难忘的一场雨
如果那天我们各自带了伞
如果那只是一阵短暂的雷阵雨
如果如果如果……
如果爱情来敲门会是怎样的结局

风之华 down

秋风轻触街道
灯火随之而起
黄色的光，像花一般绽放
点缀风的颜色

伤 down

如果爱变成是你沉重的负担
我愿意用我的遗憾将你的自由成全
默默滑落的泪水包含爱你的讯息
失去你惹得心伤
为了什么依旧选择等待

静默 down

Silence！别出声
静默中，情意沉浮
暗香飘动

酿爱 down

琴声带来你的音讯
柔柔轻风绵绵细雨
那是浪漫诗意
是你温柔的声音在传情
是你心灵深处珍藏的秘密
有种奇妙的情绪在私酿
在家的季节里

感谢卡卡音乐书房提供音乐

所有真爱的名字叫做唯一

Mon, 26 Dec 2005 06:00:59 GMT

爱是唯一

“我们可以再见吗？”

因为害怕失去和不确定

在爱情萌芽和枯萎之际我们都问了相同的问题

因为无法预知路上未见的情爱风景

总在犹豫为路上挥手的人停下或者离去

过往的感情像珍藏过久的传真情书

若有似无的字迹即使曾经存在也无法成为证据

为爱前行以爱取暖

然而我们都相信真爱早已注定

用一种最契合的姿势走来彼此紧紧相拥

不是吗爱是唯一必须信仰的真理

因为相信

即使苦痛流离也都甘心承受

不是吗爱是唯一与生俱来的目的

因爱而来随爱而去

所有真爱共同的名字叫做唯一

夜深了，心暗了，点亮霓虹灯……

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 15:58:27 GMT

点亮霓虹灯

演唱：蔡琴专辑：午夜场

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总是面对过那些令人很难堪的事
才明白人间的聚散
是不能全放在心上

你说的爱不难
不代表可以简单
说忘就忘

总是面对过任何时间都伪装的人
那谎言如此的明显
却满足了情的弱点
教人心甘情愿
将自己陷在里面
不顾危险

点亮霓虹灯
粉刷着黑夜不会那麽深
纵然心已冷
也把爱当作真
点亮霓虹灯
疲倦的眼神不会那样沉
我的梦依然在红尘中翻滚
在红尘中翻滚

True perfection has to be imperfect

Tue, 20 Dec 2005 10:38:05 GMT

True Perfection Has To Be Imperfect

高中时写的一篇拙作，中国式的英语，文字很稚嫩，故事很普通，叙述很平白，但感情却是很真实的。尽管写得不怎么样，但情窦初开的年纪，已经在尝试用自己所能用上的语言来诉说那次刻骨铭心的初恋，尝试阐述对爱的一点浅薄认识和理解。无论如何，这情感历程的第一课，都有着非比寻常的意义，刻骨铭心，回味一生

Sitting alone by the opening window, he fixes his eyes on the picture inlaid in the wooden frame standing on the desk , thoughtfully. In the picture is a long-hair girl embraced by a boy behind, smiling blissfully. Out of the window, the wind is whispering, softly, seeming to tell a story of eternity. In a sudden, the breeze blows through the window and into his room, lifts up his hair, the white curtains and the calendar hung on the white wall. Unconsciously, he removes his eyes from the picture to stare at the turning pages of the calendar, as if he’s waiting for a certain answer. Amazingly, the breeze stops on the page of March 17, then goes away silently, leaving him alone.

Staring at the page of March 17, his heart can’t help trembling slightly, but almost at the same time, the corner of his mouth is lifted—he smiles, with the door of memory opened. All the moments he spent together with her, perhaps bitter, perhaps sweet, flash across his mind, one by one, then join together to film a fadeless story…

He still remembers quite clearly when the story happened. One year ago, on the same day of March 17, he met her for the first time. It was a rainy Sunday night, and the rain was so heavy. He left school and rode home, one hand was holding the bicycle while the other was carrying quite a few books. All of a sudden, he fell off the bicycle when he turned right at a corner, the books scattered around him and immediately got dirty. Not badly injured, he stood up again, then in a hurry, he went down to pick up his books. The inside part of the raincoat had also been wet and muddy, so he couldn’t use it anymore, and was rather flustered in the rain.

Suddenly, he heard rapid clop-clop behind him, so he turned around just when someone stopped in front of him. Heading up, he saw the girl, who was holding a red umbrella over him to keep him out of the rain. Unavoidably, the two figures got very close to one another. They were both stiffly looking into each other’s eyes. She was very beautiful. Staring at her face, his heart picked up speed, and he tried to say “thank you”, but words got in the way. At last, he first smiled to her, and she repaid him one as well…

From that moment on, she walked into his life. Her long hair, her glittering eyes, her beautiful face, her sweet smile, her tender voice, her natural scent, her emotions…everything about her lingered over his mind. Soon a bridge was built up linking them together. They became friends, always studied or went out together on weekends. Step by step, they opened the door to each other. And they were overjoyed to have found that they had so much in common, as if they were one another. So they turned out to be soulmates, then naturally, they fell in love, it was just like a fairy tale.

Everything went perfectly in the first few months. They almost stayed together every day, swimming in happiness and sweetness. What impressed him most was eating beef -noodles together with her. Each time when they ate beef-noodles outside, he always first placed three pieces of beef one by one from his bowl into hers, and she always smiled blissfully then did the same to him. They both understood what the three pieces of beef meant —“I love you, and how many times we eat beef-noodles together means how many times I say these three words to you in my heart!”

Passion, however, always comes and goes in a minute. When passion burns up into ashes, love is not fresh and no longer full of vitality, instead, crisis turns up to the relationship. As days went by, they both discovered more and more shortcomings of one another that neither of them could endure, although they had made great effort to get their arms around those demerits. Then gradually, conflicts turned up frequently between them. They became fussy and irritable, often bickered over small matters and blamed each other for all the pain.

Finally, their relationship was brought to an end. He had dated someone new and offered to break up but to stay friends with her. Yet she went far away from him, with huge wrench, because she still loved him very much. He could never forget the desperation and sadness in her eyes when she turned round and ran into the heavy rain on the day when they were apart. Tears trickled down her cheeks and blurred her eyesight. The hurt look in her eyes kind of touched the softest part deep inside him, but he just stood there, stiffly watching her away, falling into deep thought.

During the days without her by his side, he felt increasing loneliness and emptiness deep inside. His new girlfriend was a pretty girl with a very bad temper, selfish and could never read his mind. He found himself missing his ex-girlfriend like crazy. No one else had ever touched and understood him the way she had done. In a moment, he came to realize she was the definite one he truly needed and loved, he stilled loved her, even more than before. But it was too late, he thought he had lost it all, regretfully. With each thought of her, he continued his faded life.

Until one day, he received a letter from her, “My dearest beloved, not a day goes by without something reminding me of you. I can still feel your touch, familiar smell and tender voice and they have never faded away in my memory. The truth is that I don’t hate you at all, instead, I still love you and forever I will. Even though we are no longer together, you’re still there. Love doesn’t end in spite of distance and parting, and I learned that getting too close often creates a kind of repellency between us, resulting in our conflicts. Only by parting can I see us through and realize you’re still the one I’ve been always longing for. Loving each other from across a distance, this is the perfect way we are…”

Not knowing when, he bursts into tears, however, with sincere smile hanging on his face. Suddenly, he is awaken by a phone call, he takes a look at the calendar one more time, then smilingly picks up the phone…

That’s what happens in life. For many times, no sooner than when we lose something would we be aware of the value or importance when they are held in our hands. In this process, we may sacrifice some part of our possessions, but we gain another greater part in return. That is, seemingly, we lose it, but deep down, we may possess it much longer or even in an eternal way. To be more frank, one state is always ended with the beginning of another. In this objective world, everything is relative rather than absolute, in this sense, perfection itself is imperfect. That's why we say true perfection has to be imperfect.