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听heavenly psycho听得无比一个伤心，开头便是小内清亮亮的声音...好怀念，好怀念...过去了这么长的时间，不知道这小孩子变了没？
想发短信给kei，猛的又想起手机马上就欠费，哀...= =+ 先随便涂一笔在这儿。
I Searched For My Star
When I was little, I used to lie on my back in the grass at night. I began to tell one star from another and wished that one of them could be mine, like an imaginary friend.
First I picked the Pole Star, because it is the easiest for a child to find, once you know that the Big Dipper is about to catch it. But I wanted my star to be a moving star, and not such a constant one. Besides, the sailors at sea would be lost without the Pole Star to guide them.
Next I picked out two special stars in the heart of the Swan. All the other stars looked white - but these were bright blue and gold. They reminded me of twin jewels, but before I could choose, I stopped. They belonged to each other, and it wouldn't be fair to take just one.
Orion's belt caught my eye for a moment, but I'm not a hunter. I had better leave the Dog Star alone, too, with its nose pressed to the celestial trail and its tail thumping the sky.
Last of all I turned to my favorites, the Seven Sisters. To me they were like elegant ladies getting ready for a ball, wrapped in a gossamer blue cloud. But who has the heart to tear seven sisters apart?
My game taught me a lot about the night sky, but I was growing up. The whole idea of having my own star faded, and it was hard to remember if I had ever chosen one in the end. People began to tell me that the word "star" meant something quite different. I half believed them, then one night I was tossing in bed, hurt and worried. My heart felt heavy with troubles. Stumbling to my feet, I looked out the window. Thick clouds masked the midnight sky. No stars!
I trembled to think of a world without stars. No guide for the sailor to trust at sea, no jewels to dazzle our sense of beauty, no hunter pointing to the next horizon, no lovely ladies trailing perfume to heaven's ballroom. But all around the globe, the air is so dirty and the lights from the cities are so bright that for some people few stars can be seen anymore. A generation of children may grow up seeing a blank sky and asking, "Did there used to be stars there?"
Let's give them back the sky and let's do it now - before it's too late. I'm going to search for my star until I find it. It's hidden in the drawer of innocence, wrapped in a scarf of wonder. I'll need a map to tell me which hole it should fill, and that will be a small one. But there are nearly five billion of us on earth, and we all need the sky. Find your star and throw it up to heaven. You still have it, don't you?
今天搬的是之子于归《被盗版的传记》的一段。要说的是这段真好使，上次在CCF看到“如果知道结局我们还会相爱吗”的投票帖也是直接扔了这么一段过去。
我想说的是人的心理和命运的关系, 我们的心理越给这层关系制造乌云, 暴风雨就越来得快. 就说今生的相遇吧, 我们仍然徘徊在原来的轨道上, 互相都觉得欠疚, 互相都彬彬有礼, 小心翼翼, 接下来我们都被那个肿瘤吓坏了, 我们又陷进那个网里了, 无谓地悲伤, 竭力想安慰对方, 可却因为自身都已经忧郁得像快要下雨的阴天, 所以只会把事情弄得更糟. 其实这些都那么容易改变, 只要一次发自内心的开心逗笑, 一个甜蜜自然的亲吻, 一颗敞开的心. 老天其实对我们这么好, 他给了我们又一次生活在世上并且相遇的机会, 既是只有一天, 我们又有什么理由不去快乐开心地度过? 而总是在抱怨他给的这次馈赠呢?! 究竟还要多久的时间, 多少的经历, 人才能明白什么是“我爱你”呢? 一千年足够了, 两辈子也已经太多了, 我们为什么就不能学会一两件事情呢?! 他说的对, 别说, 不用说, 只要爱就好啦!
传说中那种病毒会传染。
今天身边的人发短信来向我宣告了它的存在。
“我病了，你传染的，不过还好，没你严重。”
原来我是毫无自觉的传染源，以后有精神了顺手涂感染笔记。
一条信息回过去，“你真是个不坦率的家伙”。
乐，我自己又何尝不是。
第一天在分院上课，累到仆街...懒敲字，图说话...
3号教学楼501教室外走廊上的窗户。
有在班上问过，不是我学生干的事。下课等人走光以后去上面又添了两行字。“∞→1”和“567王道”XD
JD05304的群，我的现任学生
Gmail Inbox，我的前任学生
