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Pandora's boxEvery little treasure. “Life is funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're 50. All that's left of your childhood fit in a rusty little box". June 28 Visiting Season， Traveling Mind周末的中午在公司加班，我的热情远不及北京的高温。
打开电脑，上了线。 小Q跳出来说“你最近有什么变动吗？”
“没有，怎么了？”
小Q：“我昨天梦见你了，交给我一个包裹，你说你要一个人去远行了， 所以把记忆交给我保管。”
小Q 的梦真美，美的有戏剧性。 如果远行可以不带着记忆，或者记忆远行了，不带着我。
天色渐渐暗下来， 温度没有亮。
小J 这两天一直在线。J：“我下周要回来了”
突然发现，她离开快要两年了。
我们在讨论着去哪里“开荤”，叫谁来“鬼混”。数下来，去，回，离开，回来，好几次的洗礼。 似乎周围一直在沧海桑田，十年河东，十年河西着。
只有我一直坚守。不，是一直守着。
守着什么——不知道！！！
Passby Bar, 发现了这个地方。在一个逐渐喧闹的地方。坐在里面，感觉像已经远行了。和外面多么的不和谐。
写到这里，时间到了，另一朋友来了。离上一次聚一年了吧。
Visiting Season, traveling Mind
May 24 The Art of Travel
May 11 离 想离 * 想 过去常常想， 想生活在高地的湖边：清晨醒来，明亮的阳光洒在冬天冰凉的湖水上，只有游过的天鹅能激起他的涟漪。 后来常常想， 想生活在热带的海岛：傍晚过后，爙爙篝火映在热情的脸庞上，只有泛起的晨光才能唤醒他们的去意。 常常的想， 能在城市的某个角落有个自己的书吧：进入深深的夜， 依然能看到裹着外套，从滴滴答答的雨中进来的客人。带着等待思考的问题，带着需要理清的情绪。 常常想， 就在街边呆着好了，立个小报摊，一个水亭，只要能看着过往的人群，静静的看。 常想， 只要能有午后的阳光和草坪 理想有些奢侈 离 ~ 想 May 07 No moreIt's really a dangerous thing.
You think it's a secret, someone took it public.
You want it to be public, they treat it secretly.
Don't know...
Forget about it. Shit, mean it, do it, no exception. May 06 Ramdon Trinity of the DayJust noted Ramdonly:
超级没有技术含量——倒退
wiki + google = 天下无敌
no guessing any more. It's obvious. No need to test and convience. It's rule. No exception, not at all. April 25 缅怀就像有些歌不可以听
有些电影，去看，需要勇气
南京，南京
和想像的不太一样
也许是因为做足了心理的准备
但终究还是很压抑
有些回忆忘掉也许是件好事
有些历史可也许不能忘
但不忘不代表要纠结于过去
追忆是对未来的省思
只能说没有战争 真好
很多战争片，很多角度
对于这个的题材
也许真的很难
用什么标准来评价 可能已超出了仅仅看待一部电影这么简单
佩服导演的勇气 拾起这段历史
缅怀
April 23 寻找心中的乌龟A note from the talk with a friend in L city.
"it is something we all have to consider... whether we get 'married' to our careers or enjoy the lives we have. Don't forget that we only have one life to live..."
How many of us really slow down and think clearly what we want before moving on?
寻找心中的乌龟.... March 31 not going anywhere--- the song for the pass monthThis is why I always wonder I am a pond full of regrets I always try to not remember rather than forget This is why I always whisper When vagabonds are passing by I tend to keep myself away from their goodbyes Tide will rise and fall along the bay and I'm not going anywhere I'm not going anywhere People come and go and walk away but I'm not going anywhere I'm not going anywhere This is why I always whisper I am a river with a spell I like to hear but not to listen, I like to say but not to tell This is why I always wonder There's nothing new under the sun I won't go anywhere so give my love to everyone Tide will rise and fall along the bay and I'm not going anywhere I'm not going anywhere People come and go and walk away but I'm not going anywhere I'm not going anywhere
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