我们浪费了太多的青春，那是一段如此自以为是、又如此狼狈不堪的青春岁月，有欢笑、也有泪水；有朝气、也有颓废；有甜蜜、也有荒唐；有自信、也有迷茫。我们敏感，我们偏执、我们顽固到底地故作坚强；我们轻易地伤害别人，也轻易地被别人伤害；我们追逐颓废的快乐，陶醉于寂寞的美丽；我们坚信自己与众不同，坚信世界会因我而改变；我们觉醒其实我们已不再年轻，我们前途或许也不再是无限的，其实它又何曾是无限的？曾经在某一瞬间，我们都以为自己长大了。但是有一天，我们终于发现，长大的含义除了欲望，还有勇气、责任、坚强以及某种必须的牺牲。在生活面前我们还都是孩子，其实我们从未长大，还不懂爱和被爱…

 

纪念逝去的青春，以及上周六日初次在北大校园念书的种种感触。

 

和所有我爱的、爱我的、我伤害过的、伤害过我的人分享。推荐一首歌：陈楚生-有没有人告诉你

PS 谢谢发短信的人 谢谢推荐歌的人

 

 

 

黄金海岸的岸边
我们肩并著肩
洁净的蓝天
清澈的水面
吻成一条海平线
看你温柔的双眼
弹著吉他的弦
歌词是诺言
旋律是依恋
唱出一首五月天

五月的天
刚诞生的夏天
我们之间
才完成的爱恋
紧握的手里面
有好多明天

五月的天
梦开始要鲜艳
前方蜿蜒
一长串的心愿
我们一天一天
慢慢实现

 

六月的时候听五月天，会不会有点过时？

心情不好的时候，听听温暖的歌，会好受一点。

最近比较喜欢的一首歌:[专属天使]

 

我不会怪你　
对我的伪装
天使在人间是该藏好翅膀
人们愚蠢鲁莽而妳纤细善良
怎能让妳为了我被碰伤
小小的手掌　
厚厚的温暖
妳总能平复我不安的夜晚
不敢想的梦想　
透过妳的眼光
我才看见它原来在前方
没有谁能把妳抢离我身旁
妳是我的专属天使　
唯我能独占
没有谁能取代妳在我心上
拥有一个专属天使　
我哪里还需要别的愿望
小小的手掌　
大大的力量
我一定也会像妳一样飞翔
妳想去的地方　
就是我的方向
有我保护笑容尽管灿烂
要不是妳出现　
我一定还在沉睡
绝望的以为　
生命只有黑夜

最近有点迷上了健身。一方面是觉得紧张的工作之余，运动的片刻，可以让我暂时忘记烦恼；另一方面也稍稍感觉到了健身的好处，虽然效果还不那么明显，不过我告诉自己，坚持坚持就一定会有效果的，何况现在是恢复期。

惭愧的是，到目前为止让我能坚持下来的寥寥无几，或者说的惨点，就是几乎没有，不知道睡懒觉算不算是一种坚持。嗯，K歌应该也算是一种吧。不过这次我要给自己多些机会，坚持健身吧！

今天健身回来觉得有些累，不过倒是感觉到了平日少有的兴奋感觉。开始有点欣喜运动的魅力，难怪这么多人每天都去健身呢。其实去健身也是有点私心的，因为觉得岁月不饶人啊，想让自己通过运动保持年轻健康的状态，另外也从来没有感受过8块腹肌的感觉，想在2字开头的年纪能感受一把，不过我知道这个任务可够艰巨的！！！等着瞧吧。嘿嘿！

哦，对了，今天感受了一下body Pump。幸亏没有太贪心，只加了一块大号杠铃片＋中号杠铃片，不然估计这会儿都没力气打字了。不过我喜欢在音乐中运动的感觉，酣畅淋漓，尽情挥洒，也不用顾及动作是否标准。

留下一篇文字，鼓励一下：我爱运动，运动爱我！

 

 

 

 

 

I have heard a story about the origin of human beings. It says that we are all angels in the heaven before we come to this world. We lead an extremely safe, simple and puritan life there, where there are no pains, no starvation, no severe heat, no chilliness, and every immoral conduct and ugliness you can imagine in the land of the living. But we do not have the five senses of feeling, hearing, smell, vision and taste. So we have one but only one chance to choose, stay or leave. If we choose to stay, we can go on with our heavenly life eternally; if we choose to leave, we have to bear the pains, overcome the disasters, and face the uncertainties. Meanwhile, we also get the chance to begin our sensorial experiences. So many angels choose to come to this world. They jump from a high place, and when they land on the earth safely, they become real human beings.

Happily I have made the correct choice, otherwise I would not have had the possibility of seeing the white clouds, blue sky and lofty mountains in my hometown, of smelling the delicate fragrance of the flowers and grasses in the field, of tasting my favorite delicious foods made by my father, of hugging my friends (whom I have not seen for a long time) tightly, and most important of all, I would have lost the chance to hear the most attractive sound in the world—MUSIC.

In my memory, the first time I heard music was amazing, unbelievable and, of course, unforgettable. That year I was just over one year old. It was late in the night of summer, but I was crying fiercely. I cannot remember the reason (maybe there was no reason at all), but my grandma, my father and my mother were all surrounding me trying to comfort me. My grandma was telling me bedtime stories while patting on my chest slowly but rhythmically; my mother was sitting beside me swaying a big fan for me, and my father could do nothing but stand beside my bed looking at me worriedly with sweat falling down his face on the floor. (I believe you will definitely not think that I can see all the above and even believe them for I was only a baby at that time. But I did not make them up. They were really, absolutely, 100% seen and remembered. Of course I could not really understand what they were doing and why they were doing so at that time, but I saw them and remember them. That is why I say that it is unbelievable and unforgettable.) My father was so restless that he walked to and fro in the room. Suddenly he sat down on the chair in front of the desk and quickly took out the newly bought radio from the left drawer.

As soon as he turned on the radio, the miracle happened. I stopped crying for I heard a kind of magical sound streaming out of that little, black box. I felt like I was lying on the grassy ground, the sun was shining upon me, the breeze was blowing my hair softly, and the stream was flowing beside me. I heard birds and frogs singing around; I saw flowers and grasses laughing and swaying and the kite flying freely in the cerulean sky while playing with the soft breeze; I smelt the fragrance of the earth; and I tasted the sweetness of the flowers. I felt so comfortable and tired. I did not have the energy to cry, and I did not want to cry any more, for everything was so quiet and serene. All at once, I found myself standing on the top of a blue mountain with wind howling around me. In the distance the bashful rising sun was gazing at me curiously hiding his lower part behind the opposite mountain. I closed my eyes and stretched out my hands. I was surprised to find that I became an unfettered kite hovering in the pleasant wind tirelessly. Little by little I heard the sound of the waves surging towards me and my heart beat with the rhythm of them. I could even feel the spindrifts spattering on my body. They were so cool… I felt so safe and reassured. I fell asleep deeply and never woke up again throughout the whole night. I guess I must have had a sweet dream that night, and only that one-year-old boy knew what he had seen in his dream.

After that, my parents would let me listen to the music every time I did not want to sleep and cried loudly, and I became to know that magic sound had a wonderful name called: MUSIC.

I remember when I was 12 years old, my father asked me a question. It was “why does music prevent you from crying?” At that time I answered that, “ it is simply because I love it.”

But now I think maybe there is another reason. That is that I have been gone from heaven for a long time, and I miss it and the angels that have chosen to stay. I miss the feeling of being simple, safe and quiet, which this noisy and crowded city can never bring us and only music can provide us. However I never repented the choice I made. And I feel so lucky and contented to grasp the chance to have a sensorial experience for a lifetime.

看到一个朋友的签名是：超人有儿子了。第一反应就是他一定去看了Superman Returns。果然不出所料。鉴于好久没有看电影了，于是就约了几个朋友，一起去看。片子挺长的，2个半小时。也许是经历了911等恐怖事件之后，美国更需要这样的救世主，据说这部电影在全美的票房又拿了冠军。看完以后感觉像个童话故事，有点回到童年的感觉，也让我想起了另外一部动画片：希瑞。哈哈。影片的最后超人似乎又离开，只留下一句：我一直在你们身边。有点孤独的感觉。高处不胜寒吧。

 

其实想想做个超人也挺不错的，主要的好处列举如下：

1、可以瞬间飞天入地，想去哪里就去哪里。省了飞机票不堵车还省时间。

2、拥有神力，受到众美女的喜爱，人人都爱他。（且泡妞有绝招）

3、衣服很酷，放火防水，不退色，应该价格不菲。

4、可透视、千里眼、顺风耳，想看就看，想听就听。（but, 不想看的、不想听的也都看的到、听得到）

5、受伤后，瞬间可恢复体力。

6、离开了5年，回来竟然多了一个儿子。(My son, your father will be with you always forever.)

......应该还有很多不再一一列举。

 

不过有个疑问，就是为什么美国人视力都不太好，同一个人戴眼镜和摘眼镜就认不出来了。想破脑袋了。

 

出电影院的时候，发现竟然很多老外也在看，估计超人的故事也是老外们心中的童话英雄。其中有一个光头的，像极了片头的大反派，我差点以为是演员亲临现场了。小小的汗了一下。

 

PS：昨天还看到了何炯老师，实在没怎么认出来，个子小小的，一件绿色t－shirt，一个白色的遮阳帽，怎么看都像中学生，不过他应该年过30了吧？

 

最后付上超人海报一张，纪念这个成年人的童话电影。

 

眼睛是心灵的窗户，此话没错，可惜我不争气，小学升初中的时候就发现眼睛近视了，估计是因为躲在被窝里看小说所致。当然我时常会把责任推到奶奶身上，说是隔代遗传，因为她视力非常差，几乎要看不见了。当然这只是一个玩笑。于是从初三开始就戴起了眼镜，那个时候只是上课的时候才戴，因为觉得不方便，可渐渐的就不得不长戴了，因为视力越来越差了。

 

好在这么多年来，度数也没有再持续加深，心里稍稍有些安慰，加上习惯了戴眼镜，到也没有觉得有和别人什么不同。反倒是偶尔发现一两个视力较好的幸存者，惊为天人！

 

不过有时候也会想，如果我能不用戴眼镜，那该有多好呢？

 

今天下午的时候，接到妈妈的一个电话，问我最近的生活、工作。聊着聊着我就问妈妈最近在忙些什么。没想到妈妈说外婆又住院了。这可让我一时之间有些惊讶，因为前段时间外婆才因为被车撞成手臂骨折去了医院，这才过了多久啊？心里不由得有些担忧。妈妈说，外婆的眼睛出了点问题，得了青光眼。

 

什么是青光眼？之前听说过，刚才搜索了一下，才比较具体的了解到，原来这个病是挺严重的：

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

习惯了在每个周二的晚上10 点钟，坐在我熟悉的话筒前，开场白是：心随情动，言由心生，这里是深蓝水瓶座，我是Jerry 。于是开始了和那一端我看不见、却感觉得到的朋友们一个小时的交流。我的喃喃自语和精挑细选的音乐成了这个节目特有的风格。很庆幸3年过去了，依然有人愿意和我分享这 60分钟，而那些过往的记忆和声音留下的痕迹成为了我时常温习的宝贝。曾经问过自己，当我老的时候，再拿出来听，那会是一种什么样的心情呢？嘲笑自己的幼稚？怀念那段青春的岁月？还是……我想那应该是一个复杂的但一定是一种幸福的感觉。
深蓝水瓶座，用这个名字有两个简单的原因： 1、我是水瓶座的。2 、我喜欢蓝色。的确我喜欢蓝色，尤其深蓝色。因为他的深邃与宽广，因为大海的神秘与自在，因为夜晚的时候仰望的天空。
有人说蓝色给人优雅宁静的感觉，还有忧郁的情绪。我同意。因为我总喜欢在晚上的时候安静的听音乐、看书，卸下白天的面具，坦然的面对自己，把白天的烦恼也好、虚伪也好，统统抛诸脑后。那一刻，思维会变得异常的活跃，人也轻松起来。于是每一天，就算我因为忙碌的工作而疲惫不堪，因为某件事情而低落沮丧，或者因为某个打击而难过伤心，但我会告诉自己：明天，我还有明天。