跟高中同位约一起吃饭.11点半还是嫌太早.我迟到15分钟她迟到10分钟.

好吧我还是更邪恶一些.

在沙龙餐厅点了很好吃的牛肉盖饭.我问她,你平时看什么书呀.

这个打扮得很淑女的日语系跳级美女傻笑:黄色杂志.

我放下筷子:不如看村上春树和渡边淳一吧.描写得更富有美感一点,你还能看原版.

orz.我竟然可以面不改色心不跳地这么讲话了.老天作证,我还纯洁.

苏珊米勒说8月5日发生在水瓶宫的月食对水瓶座意义重大.

日期换算过来应该是今天,北京时间8月6日,上午.我这里看不到,不知西半球有没有这个福气.

说是会带来别离.我不知道这一个算不算,本来就不在一个城市,只是飞得更远而已,远到刚好昼夜相隔没有交集.

校内的浏览量是2998.我慌了手脚,想暂时关闭页面.停止一切更新,不approve新的申请,因为3000很重要.它不能是无关紧要的路人甲乙丙丁.

2000到3000之间我吃了太多苦.希望第3000个人可以是新的开始.

时差太久,instant message作废. out of touch, 于是失去存在感.

星期一早晨是很大的雨.晨跑回来被淋得湿透.

这下完整了,失恋一场难以免俗,哪能少了淋雨这么经典的场景.我一边想着一边开始笑.头发滴着水,心情像是要飞.

托人从上海捎来<城客>.厚厚的一本,我喜欢的哑光印刷.放在桌子上,一直没再翻开.也许我不是真的想看,只是想要有它在手里.

夏天来了.不知道什么时候树叶的绿色深了起来.走在学校里会有某种香气飘来.似有若无是最高境界,任何事情都是这样.走在正午仍旧不肯打伞,虽然已经有点灼人.让我再晒几天吧.

台上的老师讲中国哲学很赞.

中午听到的小王子 chapter 21拫动情.

[ Chapter 21 ]

　　　　 - the little prince befriends the fox

　　It was then that the fox appeared.

　　"Good morning," said the fox.
　　"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
　　"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
　　"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
　　"I am a fox," said the fox.
　　"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
　　"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
　　"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
　　But, after some thought, he added: "What does that mean-- ‘tame‘?"
　　"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
　　"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean-- ‘tame‘?"
　　"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
　　"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- ‘tame‘?"
　　"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
　　"‘To establish ties‘?"

　　"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

　　"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."

　　"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
　　"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
　　The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
　　"On another planet?"
　　"Yes."
　　"Are there hunters on this planet?"
　　"No."
　　"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
　　"No."
　　"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
　　But he came back to his idea.

　　"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life . I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not ea t bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me bac k the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."

　　The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
　　"Please-- tame me!" he said.
　　"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."

　　"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
　　"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
　　"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But yo u will sit a little closer to me, every day..."

　The next day the little prince came back.

　　"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o‘clock in the afternoon, then at three o‘clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o‘clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."

　　"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.

　　"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."

　　So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
　　"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
　　"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
　　"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
　　"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
　　"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
　　"Then it has done you no good at all!"
　　"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
　　"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
　　The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.
　　"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world."
　　And the roses were very much embarrassed.

　　"You are beautiful, but you are empty," he went on. "One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you-- the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

　　And he went back to meet the fox.
　　"Goodbye," he said.
　　"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
　　"What is essential is invisible to the eye," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
　　"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."
　　"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
　　"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."
　　"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

忽然很怕杭州有什么变化.

那日经过玉泉门口,发现中国银行被拆了.谁用过这个ATM来着.

怕一点点的变化一点点发生,有一天这城市对你而言变成陌生模样.

那日看CSI第七季,微缩模型杀手.所有的犯罪现场做成1:24的精确模型.

也想拥有那样的过目不忘,把杭州做成模型,让那个时刻的世界有据可查.

博闻强识的福内斯先生.

抱怨过下雨的第二天,就晴了.兴冲冲把被子扛出来晒.天气好得想要骑车去西湖看花.

本期城客主题是 双城记.似乎我曾经很爱这三个字来着,老在自己心里念.豪迈地以为自己要演一出三年180公里的双城记.不巧计划搁浅.

看到一篇,上海写给杭州的情书.觉得还是反过来比较好.

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草莓上市,一小碗一小碗鲜红摆在街边.菠萝的香气飘满整条街.三周前在长沙,还看到有桑葚卖,回来了,天暖了,反倒不见了踪影.去年是五月一在上海见到有卖的.前年也是五月一在杭州见过.难不成桑葚在这里熟得晚.

我等不及要把嘴唇舌头都染成柔柔的紫色.

周日的午后,最适合拿瓶冰啤酒躺在沙发里无所事事听Eric Clapton摆弄吉他.空气里有夏天的味道,一点点,刚刚好.

中到大雨.杭州的天从来没有这么应景过,在清明这一天下淋漓的雨.没法把清明写成{晴明},有点不甘.

似乎今天该吃艾草青团.胃却也很应景地从昨夜起罢工.又冷又硬的感觉折磨一夜,已经到了喝水都会吐的地步.不知道有多少是心理作用的成分.

于是清明成了寒食节.也并不想念食物的热度,一点都不想.

说到青团.来江南以前,我从未见过这样绿色的软软糯糯一团团.

据说青团的制作过程对于艾草来说是很残忍的.

前几日溺在书堆中.很喜欢的一套书,分小说散文杂文卷.高中时候在图书馆看到散文卷,<一个人的村庄>.这次是小说,叫 能在天堂走多远.

在一个故事里看到一个跟自己性情颇有点像的女人,叫黎渺渺.于是不断念叨着,你可千万别像黎渺渺.

我想不会的.