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希望像这些小家伙们一样，被人好好地照顾着，也抚慰着别人疼痛的心灵。
以上是家住东京都，可爱的小耳廓狐大人们。
这个学期好像总有种倦怠感从骨髓里满溢出来。一点一点地泻出到覆水难收的地步。
Schedule比不上日理万机，专四、团学、课业、家教，却仍做不到像海绵样压榨自己。
是不够狠心吧。大三的忙碌可以预见，也是必须的了。
这样才能找到一块湿湿的抹布去徒劳吸取蔓延到地上的寂寞。
忙碌的时候其实很满足很充实，只是过后更显得形单影只。
除了一起工作的同学们同事们，自己似乎都找不到分享欢欣喜悦、伤悲苦恼的人。
Mia, TT,小白远在他乡，只得越洋电话视频QQ；自己倒是常和波波插科打诨较嘴皮子；即使T同进同出，也有对着手机诉衷情的对象……
寂しいね。有点寂寞啊，像等待着小王子驯养的狐狸一样。
是野生的沙漠耳廓狐呢。没有办法适应独居、在茫茫沙海的狐狸，被人类捉走以后就会慢慢地，慢慢地死去。
其实寂寞惯了，也就觉得无所谓了。生活还是要继续的不是吗。
只是那种骨子里的冷，渐渐变质成浓浓倦怠感，在工作无法占据身体的时候，囚徒般越狱出来。
连耳廓狐都能在东京都安居乐业了。狐狸还在等待小王子吗。
我要更努力一点，我不是玫瑰花，只能守在B621星球的玻璃罩里等待小王子。
去找吧、找吧。小狐狸。
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诗歌试译——Funeral Blues 葬歌
2009-05-22
前言：
听力课上看了《四个婚礼一个葬礼》，对葬礼里阴阳相隔的那对Partner特别有感觉，尤其是生的那位在葬礼上年作为悼辞的美籍英国大诗人的诗，凄凉哀伤得不得了。自己试着翻译过来，博大家一笑罢了。
Funeral Blues 葬歌
poem by W. H. Auden, translate by Sera Cheung
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, 关掉时钟，拔掉电话
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 給狗一根肉骨头，让它安静
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 让琴声停下，将鼓蒙起
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 灵柩抬出，送葬者到临
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 飞机在天上悲吟
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead. 草草写下：他已死去
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves, 鸽子雪白的颈项戴着黑纱
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 交警换上黑色手套
He was my North, my South, my East and West. 他是我的东 南 西 北
My working week and my Sunday rest, 我的工作日和星期天，
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 我的正午与午夜，我的字句与歌声
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong. 我以为爱能不朽，却错了
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; 我不再需要天上星辰，把它们扑灭了吧
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; 收起月亮，拆下太阳
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;倾尽海水，扫空林木
For nothing now can ever come to any good. 只因 此世再无美事
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A Hot Night - [云山琐事]
2009-04-01
A Hot Night
By Sera Cheung
It’s a hot night, just in front of the No.13 Girls’ Dormitory, always I think. That’s a usual night in May and the mercury in the thermometer has been rising these days, as sales of the magazines covered with young pretty boys in that bookstall which is opposite the dorm. Between the dorm keeper and the various presses, it’s the open space that is the stage of the article you’re reading.
Streetlamps near that place shine with a subtle color, like a block of burnished copper. With that exotic faded light, pouch and black rim of eyes, simpers on faces of the youth can be veiled. So do their discourses under their eyes. On such a summery night, most of student groups in school prefer to have meeting there. 98% of them are girls, while the rest would always be the Jupiter surrounded by secondary planets. Once those boys told a bad joke, the other girls would over-giggle——I’m quite sure that all the pupils of young people at present must blow up for a little.
Anyway, passing by those meeting girls is a miraculous flash fully filled with various scents. Their hair just having been washed and wrapping over their shoulders like soaking wet dark seaweeds, smells exactly like the Cantonese dessert——flowery and sugary, with a hint of artificial fragrance underneath. Mixed with the flavor of shampoos and slightly bitter breeze of plants, girls’ heat of skin gives out to be a breath of summer. It’s a scent of that fancy, green and fresh time which is about to slip by.
Just next to steps on the doorway of No.13 Girls’ Dormitory, there is always a couple acting as Romeo and Juliet every summer night. While the Romeo gazes at her flatly and intently with a long tight embrace, that Juliet stands on the steps——perhaps for a height problem. They hug each other as if something is permanent that sometimes leads some passers-by regard them as a sculpture of behavior art of certain genre.
Looking upon the sky, its color reveals as tobacco burns out to ash. The air is so heavy that the heat adheres to every pore of people’s skin. Wind is hot, youth is hot, hormone and pheromone is hot, and everybody as everything is hot too.
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Between Dark and Light
——Impressions on Salim & Slumdog Millionaire
I have to admit that until tasting back on Slumdog Millionaire once again did I had deep touched feeling on the “bad guy”, Salim.
Salim is shaped as a typical character that is the inverse of the hero, Jamel. Compared to his biological brother, Salim didn’t trust in “love” at all (maybe that’s the only characteristic that a hero has to have). He told Jamel to forget Latika 3 times. In my opinion, Latika means love, hope and naiveté in that movie. What he told to Jamel was what indeed he wanted to tell himself. In Indian slum, such a cruel jungle, those 2 tiny kids were not able to live on the persistence of love. Giving Latika away, staining her, separating her from his brother, which Salim did was trying to destroy all the pure things in their life, then he would have no Achilles’ heel.
But even in such a cruel world, Salim still believed in the cruel god, not loves. Though he did a lot of “dirty things”, paradoxically Salim was a fatalist. It’s a loveless world, and Salim was not the one beloved. According to the Caste system and the belief in karma of previous life in India, those slumdogs are the humblest and can never get rid of the awful life. The noble are noble, and the humble are destined to be humble forever and ever. Isn’t it like that common people’s attitude to those good or bad guys? So Salim, a fatalist, just did what people thought he was bound to do. That’s all his life.
“In our world there is the light and the dark, and the thing between them.” At the end of that movie, Salim died in a bathtub that was fully filled with banknotes, holding tightly the gun that just killed the big boss. Salim was a “bad guy” but did the last but one good thing. Between dark and light, he was grey.
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号泣する準備はできていた - [残月杂记]
2009-01-21
好不容易开始放寒假。好不容易开始学DaVinci。好不容易心境淡然下来。好不容易才开始不在乎。
竟然在收拾房间的时候，发现了当时记录下来的短信对话。
越是甜蜜，越是悲哀。
心脏跳得好疼。疼得好想把它挖出来。
那时冷静的我，还是要在现在被你逼的崩溃吗？
我不介意你完成不了承诺，不介意你说的慢慢来如同流沙漏出指间，不介意你摧毁我的信任，不介意你连出现都不敢的懦弱。
可是，原来我只是个迟钝的，自尊高傲的，傻瓜而已。又傻又笨又敏感，活该会受伤的笨蛋。
我不在乎你。可是我在乎你留下的伤痕。
不想独自一人，却发觉夜阑人静，凌晨四点。
眼泪干涸如同被禁锢，连哭都哭不出来。
号泣する準備はできていた。
标题是江国香织的名作，好想大哭一场。
却终究是想而已。
——原来的原来，我最害怕的东西，竟是回忆。
湘藍日光海岸
想要變得足夠堅強，刀槍不入百毒不侵。
