thoughtshowerings

《一棵开花的树》作：席慕容 如何让你遇见我 在我最美丽的时刻 为这 我已在佛前 求了五百年 求他让我们结一段尘缘 佛于是把我化作一棵树 长在你必经的路旁 阳光下慎重地开满了花 朵朵都是我前世的盼望 当你走近 请你细听 那颤抖的叶是我等待的热情 而当你终于无视地走过 在你身后落了一地的 朋友啊 那不是花瓣 是我凋零的心 有个年轻美丽的女孩，到了出嫁的年龄，媒婆也快把她家的门槛给踩烂了， 但她一直不想结婚，因为她觉得还没见到她真正想要嫁的那个男孩。 直到有一天，她去一个庙会散心，于万千拥挤的人群中，看见了一个年轻的男人，女孩觉得那个男人就是她苦苦等待的结果了。 可是，庙会太挤，她无法走到那个男人的身边，就这样眼睁睁的看着那个男人消失在人群中。 后来的两年里，女孩四处去寻找那个男人，但终究没有结果。于是，女孩每天都向佛祖祈祷，希望能再见到那个男人。 她的诚心打动了佛祖，佛祖显灵了。 佛祖说：“你想再看到那个男人吗？” 女孩说：“是的！我只想再看他一眼！” 佛祖：“你要放弃你现在的一切，包括爱你的家人和幸福的生活。” 女孩：“我能放弃！” 佛祖：“你还必须修炼五百年道行，才能见他一面。你不后悔么？” 女孩：“我不后悔！” 女孩变成了一块大石头，躺在荒郊野外，四百多年的风吹日晒，苦不堪言，但女孩都觉得没什么。 最后一年，一个采石队来了，看中了她的巨大，把她凿成一块巨大的条石，运进了城里，他们正在建一座石桥，于是，女孩变成了石桥的护栏。 就在石桥建成的第一天，女孩看见了那个她等了五百年的男人！他行色匆匆，像有什么急事，很快地走过了石桥，当然，他并没注意其中那块特别的石头。 男人又一次消失了，再次出现的是佛祖。 佛祖：“你满意了吗？” 女孩：“不！为什么？为什么我只是桥的护栏？如果我被铺在桥的正中，我就能碰到他了，我就能摸他一下！” 佛祖：“你想摸他一下？那你还得修炼五百年！” 女孩：“我愿意！” 佛祖：“你吃了这么多苦，不后悔？” 女孩：“不后悔！” 女孩变成了一棵大树，立在一条人来人往的官道上，这里每天都有很多人经过，女孩每天都在近处观望，但这更难受，因为无数次满怀希望的看见一个人走来，又无数次希望破灭。 不是有前五百年的修炼，相信女孩早就崩溃了！ 日子一天天的过去，女孩的心逐渐平静了，她知道，不到最后一天，他是不会出现的。 又是一个五百年啊！ 最后一天，女孩知道他会来了，但...

I had an extremely bizarre dream that was incredibly vivid. The entire Earth had become devoid of human life, except my sister and I. We had fallen into a coma and woke up to find that no one had remained, no carcasses, no stray fallen bodies. Just us. But everything else was intact, the birds were soaring in the sky, the grasses swaying in the breeze, cats sleeping under the drain covers. We moved to somewhere, into a nice large but manageable house. In front of our house was an endless, lushest prairie, with an antique looking defunct windmill. Towards the two o'clock of our house, sitting upon a small green mound was a laboratory, I presume. But we never explored it for some reason. Our house was filled with many academic papers, scholarly writings, in particular, Mathematics. One day, I suddenly told my sister that I had, fallen in love (man and woman love, not sibling love) with her. (wtf, incest!) She refused to accept this notion and tear, saying that she was sick of livin...

Emotions are what we feel everyday, every living moment, each breadth we take. It is affected by all that we take into our eyes, tastes that leave an impression on our tongue, surfaces that brush against or bare skin, smells that waft into our noses. It is shaped by mere formless thoughts, bodiless words. When I think about it, its amazing the variety of emotions that one person can feel, the subtleness between anger and hatred, the fine line separating love and admiration. ANGER - I think anger is a very rudimentary emotion that was already recognized in the very early stages of human evolution, when I feel it, it basically radiates like a devastating nuclear leak from my hands, more if I ball them into fists. I just feel like pounding them into something soft, yet substantial. Or maybe throw something I normally would not, the unmistakable feeling of destroying property wells up uncontrollably. FEAR - It sorts of cling at the edges of my heart, like a witch's hand, long grim-cov...