On the cheaply white-washed walls of the little room, an anatomical color poster of the foot and ankle was affixed . Some of the usual medical apparatuses, two wooden stools, a low wooden cabinet and a counter with a faucet and sink installed filled out the rest of the room.
The door had been propped wide open so she caught sight of a young male doctor attired in a white smock walk briskly down the hallway outside of the room. She wondered whether he would be her doctor.
Grasping a grayish and black radiograph in his left hand, the doctor made his entrance, breaking her reverie into smithereens. Bidding her welcome, he stretched forth his right empty hand to her, smiling, Hello, I’m Dr. Zhang.
She reciprocated by extending her fair right hand out to his. She noticed on his right wrist he wore a wide-strapped silver Swatch watch, and couldn’t help laughing secretly in her heart. She and Ni always joked that there are always watches on doctor’s wrists because they are very niggardly with their time while consulting with patients, secretly peeping at their watch just like lecturers who carefully follow a speech that they’ve timed to the minutes and seconds.
When her hand was held within his wide and dry palm, she felt as secure and warm as lying in a giant conch shell bobbing up and down buoyed of blue waves.
He sat down on the wooden stool beside her opened his light yellow folder, and began browsing over it. She noticed his fair skin and the thin gold-framed eyeglasses on his face.
Raising his eyes, serenely, with a look as immaculate as a sheet of pristine white paper, he gazed at her and said, “ I have carefully examined the x-ray of your left ankle and the good news is, I don’t detect any evidence of fracture.”
At the sound of those words, the pressing anxiety that had been weighing on her heart flapped two grey wings and flew off. How wonderful it would be , she thought, if right at that moment a man would offer his neck to her, certainly she would hang on it as long as she wished and bounce up and down ten times.
The thought continued in her mind how he, with his pacific demeanor, would look down on her behavior as frivolous, so using all her will power she tried freezing the corners or her mouth, coercing them not to curl up into a thin crescent. While engaged in this in
He plucked a black ball point pen out of his pocket. As he did so, she saw a three inch color photo trailing behind the pen descend through the air like a butterfly and alight by her left foot. Unhesitating, she leaned over to help him retrieve the photo and while delivering it back to him , she stole a clandestine glance at it. He accepted the photo with thanks and slid it back into his pocket. As he sat silently writing out the prescription on a pad of paper in the folder, the room was engulfed in quiet, broken only by the scribbling sound of his pen on the paper. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?” It was beyond her why she blurted that out so audaciously but only after she let the remark slip out did she repent it. Even though she didn’t purposely peek at the photo, peeping at an individual’s confidential photos is unseemly. “Yes, she is pretty,” he replied in a tone so apathetic ,as he continued writing his prescription, that it seemed he wasn’t reproaching her for the comment and she let out a sigh of relief in her heart. “She became a bride yesterday,” he paused, ‘another man’s bride.” He looked up, gazing into her nonplussed eyes. Now it was she who desired to turn aside and flee from this man’s countenance. She chided herself for injudiciously tearing off the fresh bleeding scab of others, possibly recently suffered. “Regardless of the circumstances, I should extend to them heartfelt joy, shouldn’t I” She beheld that while he was saying those words , he lifted up his fingers and pawed at the pocket that held the photos as his look clouded over into melancholy and fell behind her somewhere , maybe very far. Following two successive quick raps at the door, a nurse called out to the doctor, “ Dr. Zhang, there is an urgent phone call for you. The person on the line says it is an emergency.,” the same nurse that had welcomed her earlier, now waiting by the door with a smiling face. The doctor rose up off the stool ,slightly nodded to the nurse, and told her, “ I shall return momentarily”, then quickly stepped out into the hallway. As he walked away, her eyes followed his handsome clean figure. Settled on the long black examination chair, feeling like weary ivy, she vacantly stared at the corner of the room. A peculiar hush fell on the room. It wasn’t long before the doctor returned and took his place on the wooden chair beside her. “I’m sorry to have to make you wait,” he said with a candid look and with lambent, penetrating eyes fixed upon her. She saw his eyes return to their normal state, as dustless and bright as the morning sun. “In view of the minor degree of inflammation resulting from the sprain, a certain amount of medicine is still required and over the next two or three days you need to avoid too much walking in order to recover sooner. “ He turned around and from out of his store of medical equipment took out a roll of gauze, a small bottle of tincture of iodine, and a box of yellow ointment . Using a cotton swab, he dipped it in the iodine and softly dabbed it on her ankle, followed by a uniform layer of the yellow ointment. He unwound the white gauze and carefully encased her ankle layer by layer. When he was finished he returned the medical items back to their proper place and standing in front of the counter, washed his hands under the faucet. Returning to his seat, he smiled, lifted up his plastic folder and with a low , soft voice said, “ I’ll write you a prescription for proper medication.” After tearing off a page from his pale yellow folder, he handed it to her as she reached out get it and then scrutinize carefully the four or five lines written in ink in the doctor's tidy script.
"That is a prescription for the medication I am prescribing for your treatment. Take two tablets a day and remember to take them following your meals. I want you to avoid taking them on an empty stomach. She was listening attentively to the doctor, when a thought struck her and batting her long eyelashes that resembled ears of wheat, she said, "But are little snacks like cookies, potato chips, etc sti......
“查理攥起另一块烤地（应该是“得”）焦黄的比萨递给我，“Baby, can I proffer you also a slice?”（“宝贝，你也吃一块？”）我叭地关上眼睛（你们会说“关上眼睛”吗？还是这是一种方言……），用力摇了摇脑袋，面上呈出一副拒人千里之外的神气，“I balk at it!”（“才不要吃。”）而我也礼尚往来地问他要不要吃我的馒头，他伸头缩颈地闪着蓝眼睛笑笑，“Baby, I appreciate the overture but eschew your offer.（“宝贝，谢谢，我不吃。”）他的反映（应是“反应”吧？）惹得我一阵咂嘴巴，“How can you abstain from devouring such a delectable steamed bread, it is so out of the common run.”
White jade magnolias, in the next to last vase Are in a trance Concealing my face with my hands, I stood In a throng of blood red prickly roses At my feet, a forlorn suitcase of books Enwrapped in a white shroud
August’s wheat waves across the plains Burning Swaying like flying birds Two or three stalks Disintegrated
Sitting upon the rocking chair, slumbering, With my hands clutching the weaved bamboo armrests A murder of crows, creep along my bare back Pitter patter of rain Drift to sleep again, in the Pitter patter of rain
You use the scorching torrid hands Caressing my spellbound cheeks By my lips, I sense your breath, is fresh
I wrapped the residuum of our lives In soft pink tissue paper Suspending it from the tenebrous cold taillight Pink? You uttered Lowering my eyes, staying hushed
On the cheaply white-washed walls of the little room, an anatomical color poster of the foot and ankle was affixed . Some of the usual medical apparatuses, two wooden stools, a low wooden cabinet and a counter with a faucet and sink installed filled out the rest of the room. The door had been propped wide open so she caught sight of a young male doctor attired in a white smock walk briskly down the hallway outside of the room. She wondered whether he would be her doctor. Grasping a grayish and black radiograph in his left hand, the doctor made his entrance, breaking her reverie into smithereens. Bidding her welcome, he stretched forth his right empty hand to her, smiling, Hello, I’m Dr. Zhang. She reciprocated by extending her fair right hand out to his. She noticed on his right wrist he wore a wide-strapped silver Swatch watch, and couldn’t help laughing secretly in her heart. She and Ni always joked that there are always watches on doctor’s wrists because they are very niggardly with their time while consulting with patients, secretly peeping at their watch just like lecturers who carefully follow a speech that they’ve timed to the minutes and seconds. When her hand was held within his wide and dry palm, she felt as secure and warm as lying in a giant conch shell bobbing up and down buoyed of blue waves. He sat down on the wooden stool beside her opened his light yellow folder, and began browsing over it. She noticed his fair skin and the thin gold-framed eyeglasses on his face. Raising his eyes, serenely, with a look as immaculate as a sheet of pristine white paper, he gazed at her and said, “ I have carefully examined the x-ray of your left ankle and the good news is, I don’t detect any evidence of fracture.” At the sound of those words, the pressing anxiety that had been weighing on her heart flapped two grey wings and flew off. How wonderful it would be , she thought, if right at that moment a man would offer his neck to her, certainly she would hang on it as long as she wished and bounce up and down ten times. The thought continued in her mind how he, with his pacific demeanor, would look down on her behavior as frivolous, so using all her will power she tried freezing the corners or her mouth, coercing them not to curl up into a thin crescent. While engaged in this in 瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 发表于 2008-08-23 04:07 | | 分类:胭脂香蔻【小说创作】 | 评论: 0 | 浏览:69 | 推荐指数：0
Бог знает, где бродили его мысли, но не в одном только прошедшем бродили они: выражение его лица было сосредоточенно и угрюмо, чего не бывает, когда человек занят одними воспоминаниями. (俄语)
“Darling, by chance I’m passing by Old Navy. It appears that they have a host of new arrivals. Do you mind if I drop in for a brief spell?” （老公，我恰途过Old Navy衣服店，店中似添了许多的新货唷。我进里逛一小会会，好么？）
他亦正下班开车于途上，用温温的喉音，回我道，“Baby, go for it. Live it up. I love you.”(宝贝，尽管去是了。玩的开心喔。)
天心上一只甚大的鲜活的圆月，逸彩流波的睇着凡世。无有像雨果（Victor Hugo）的一八五零年的八月十八日的那个晚间，Il faisait un clair de lune voilé de nuages. La rue était déserte.（法语：乌云蒙着了月光，街面一片阒寥。）雨果赶着往巴尔扎克家，对病笃的老人作末了的一回探候。
以下是引用anikadaniel在3/28/2011 1:23:00 AM的发言： 我扁扁嘴，“O.k. I acquiesce. It’s so picayunish, I’ll make a wish.”(“服了你了。许愿就许愿呗！”) 我低头盯着手板心里头那片已经化得很可怜的小雪花片儿，开始嘀咕我的小心愿了，“Hmmm, I wish that your approaching business excursion to France will be a smashing success and when I return to China I will experience such a rapturous Spring Festival ,that all my joyous revelry will cause me not to desire a return to my domicile. And further, I will not depart for America until I gorge on so much savory Chinese food that I end up with a pot belly. ”(“嗯，希望在未来的几周内，你飞去法国的商务出差一切顺风顺水。而我回中国的大年过得开开心心，乐不思蜀，吃美食撑的小肚子溜圆才回美国来。”) 许完愿，我就扑到查理的怀里去笑的脸红红的。
喂，博主的id是神马，现个身吧，让我等膜拜一下乃的英文词汇量吧
咳咳，我没有全部看，就节选看了。觉得她的中文+英文都不好。。。
尽管词汇量很猛，用起来也很猛，但完全脱离实际，最重要的是读不通。
我拿起茶杯，用小勺子小心地拨开水上漂着的零星几片茶叶，轻轻地抿了抿，含在口里品着观音王的芳香。慵懒地抬头瞥了眼此贴，猝不及防一口水喷了出去，咯咯笑出声来。茶水顺着屏幕(19" flat panel, 想当年风光之时必定也曾值些个钱的，而且我有两个．可惜收据早已不知所踪）滑下，留下条条水痕，看上去竟有些狰狞．连忙拈起又软又薄的一张纸，按过去．看着水印慢慢透过纸张又四处散开，我一边细细地抹过，一边幽幽地叹道：今后我再也不这样了．转而一想不禁又扑嗤笑出来，强忍着不出声，眼泪也滴出了两三滴．
其实大家应该给她留言让她改改中文，她的blog看的还是中国人多，那个所谓的“古典风”真是不知那个朝代的汉语，光改英文没用，汉语还是很娱乐。
啊，发现了她另一个名字？
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【原创小说连载】在别处（五）
2008-8-26
星期二(Tuesday)
晴
他拿手指从衬衣口袋里，掏出一支黑色的墨水笔。
几乎是同一瞬，她看见，一张三寸大的彩色相片，随之跟着，亦自袋中飘了出来。若一只漂亮蝴蝶，飘然坠落在了她的左脚旁。不偏不倚。
她本能地弯腰去帮他拾起相片，递还给医生。她偷偷地瞥了一眼。相片上是一位年轻的女子，长长的乌发，姣白的面容。
他接过照片，道一声谢谢，很快将照片重新塞回衬衣口袋里。
他沉默着，低头在文件夹内的一张纸页上写药方。屋子顿时静穆了下来，只听得笔尖在纸上不停划动，轻微的沙沙声。
“她很美，不是么？”她亦不晓自己缘何如此唐突。待话已溜出了嘴，才始觉得后悔。偷瞥别人的相片，总是不齿的。即使当时她并非一定刻意的。
“是的，很美。”他淡淡地回答，仍旧低着头继续写药方。他并未因之而责难自己。她心内暗舒一口气。
“她昨日作新娘了。”他顿了顿，低声说，“别人的新娘。”
他抬起头来，定定地看进她困惑的眸子。
此时，反倒是她自己想扭过头去。避开那束男人的目光。
她真的很后悔自己一时的唐突，无意揭下一块带血的疤痕。那疤痕，或许才勉强弥合起来的。
“无论如何，我应该真诚祝福他们，不是吗？”他说这句话时，她看见他拿手指，碰了碰放置像片的衬衣口袋。那双一度，风一般，晴朗明净的眸子，忽而变得忧郁起来，落在了她的身后。也许很远的一块地方。
正于此时，她听见两下轻轻的叩门声。
“章大夫，有您的电话，说是要紧事呢。” 适才接待她的那位护士小姐，正微笑着，候于门口。
他立起了身，对她微微颌首，不动声色地，“请稍候。”遂迈步走出了小房间。
她凝望他穿着白大褂，修长的背影。坐在黑色的长椅上，等候，安静如一株恹恹神态的长青藤，呆呆地面朝墙角发愣。室内一片出奇的静谧。
片刻，他回来，仍旧归坐回她身旁的那张木凳上。
“很抱歉，让您久候了。”他目光炯炯地，望着她，一脸真诚地说。
她留意到，那双眼眸，已重又恢复了它们初始的一尘不染，与朝阳一样明亮的姿态。
他从淡黄色的塑料文件夹上，撕下一页纸，伸手递给她。她一面伸手接过来，一面细细地浏览着。纸张上用墨水笔书写着四五行整洁飘逸的字迹。
“这是我开给您的药方。药片一日服二粒。请记住每回饭后摄入，避免空腹服食。”他说。
她一边认真地听着，忽然想起了什么似，眨着麦穗般长长的眼睫毛，“那么，薯片，饼干，葡萄汁之类的小零食，可以吗？我知道，它们是所谓的垃圾食品。可我偏是管不住自己，一味地贪吃它们。”
此时的她，就像一个手足无措的洋娃娃。带有几分哀求的目光，落在他的身上。
他被她娇妩而天真的表情，逗笑了。
“没关系，只要不空腹服药便好。”他顿了顿，神色很认真，“其实，我自己亦管不住自己的，喜欢那些垃圾食品。”
“真的吗？”她瞪大了水汪汪的眸子。红樱桃的小嘴，张成一个好看的圆形。
她
想起了沉。沉可是百分之一百，绝对的绿色食品人士啊。她始终记得，那次公司举办party，铺着蓝白方格棉花布的长形餐桌上，摆满了形形色色的美食。咖
啡，鸡尾酒，比萨，草莓，等等。她给自己的大圆盘子里，拣满了喜爱的小食物，便找了张高脚椅子，与几位女伴，一旁坐着说闲话儿。她的眼光，却始终如一地，
跟随着沉俊朗的身形移动。
她留心到，沉从餐桌上的碟子里挑拣食物时，但凡遇见盛有薯条，油煎物之类的食物，英俊的面上，遂浮现一种厌恶的神情。就像她自己偶尔发现一只讨厌的大黑蜘蛛时一样。这让她觉得很惘然。
“倘若沉亦如他一样，喜欢那些垃圾小零食，该多好！”她默默地叹口气，对自己说。
她想自己亦该离去了。她低头看。缠着层层白细纱布的左脚，较平日里圆鼓了许多。自己来时穿着的那双豆绿色的复古平底休闲鞋，定然是难以穿得进去的了。她不由地轻轻咬着嘴唇。
他起身去靠墙放置的一个矮木柜，弯腰打开柜门，取出一双透明塑纸包覆的医用一次性简易鞋，和一个纸袋。
“我猜想你穿36码的鞋子。”他转身将简易鞋和纸袋递给她，说。
她一边低头，将缠着白细纱布的左脚，小心翼翼地塞进宽大的简易鞋里，一边心里暖暖的。36码正是她平素所穿的鞋码。她吃惊于他的记忆力。
她立起了身，手指捏着自己的白色手袋，那张药方，和装来时鞋子的纸袋。准备离去。
他拿手指将眼镜向鼻梁上轻轻推了推，望着她，“像您这样偏爱吃小零食，然身材又保养得如此美丽的女孩子，并不多见。”
她不觉有些羞涩。白皙的面容，透出几点桃红。她侧过头，恰正撞见他黑白分明的眼眸。里面仿佛盛着几颗发着微光的小星星，却又迅速移开了去。
“三日后，护士会去电话提醒您复诊时间。希望您的足踝，早日康复。”他洒脱地伸出了右手，带着很好看的笑容。
她亦伸出了自己白皙的右手。
“再见，”他说。
“再见”，她再次有了躺在一个大大的海螺的壳里的感觉。
她的生活就是网络吗？晕掉。
奇葩真是处处开花啊！！百度，新浪，西祠，天涯都被她临幸过啊
真是躺着也中枪啊！
希望有人备份...眼睁睁看着这么精彩的古英文就被删掉了, 于心何忍啊
平心而论，这个安妮英文的能力肯定是非常好的--如果她是看到咱们在8她的blog然后开始改的话~~~虽然她改之前写得英文估计能让莎翁去撞豆腐，改完了还是别别扭扭的。
其实大家应该给她留言让她改改中文，她的blog看的还是中国人多，那个所谓的“古典风”真是不知那个朝代的汉语，光改英文没用，汉语还是很娱乐。
恩。我觉得吧，人家在自己的博客里yy一下，也无可厚非，没干什么损人利己的事情，大家手下留情吧。不过大家扒皮也是无可厚非。我就凑热闹好了。
奇葩真是处处开花啊！！百度，新浪，西祠，天涯都被她临幸过啊
我觉得她应该也混华人
奇葩真是处处开花啊！！百度，新浪，西祠，天涯都被她临幸过啊
热！！！
Elsewhere (4)
On the cheaply white-washed walls of the little room, an anatomical color poster of the foot and ankle was affixed . Some of the usual medical apparatuses, two wooden stools, a low wooden cabinet and a counter with a faucet and sink installed filled out the rest of the room.
The door had been propped wide open so she caught sight of a young male doctor attired in a white smock walk briskly down the hallway outside of the room. She wondered whether he would be her doctor.
Grasping a grayish and black radiograph in his left hand, the doctor made his entrance, breaking her reverie into smithereens. Bidding her welcome, he stretched forth his right empty hand to her, smiling, Hello, I’m Dr. Zhang.
She reciprocated by extending her fair right hand out to his. She noticed on his right wrist he wore a wide-strapped silver Swatch watch, and couldn’t help laughing secretly in her heart. She and Ni always joked that there are always watches on doctor’s wrists because they are very niggardly with their time while consulting with patients, secretly peeping at their watch just like lecturers who carefully follow a speech that they’ve timed to the minutes and seconds.
When her hand was held within his wide and dry palm, she felt as secure and warm as lying in a giant conch shell bobbing up and down buoyed of blue waves.
He sat down on the wooden stool beside her opened his light yellow folder, and began browsing over it. She noticed his fair skin and the thin gold-framed eyeglasses on his face.
Raising his eyes, serenely, with a look as immaculate as a sheet of pristine white paper, he gazed at her and said, “ I have carefully examined the x-ray of your left ankle and the good news is, I don’t detect any evidence of fracture.”
At the sound of those words, the pressing anxiety that had been weighing on her heart flapped two grey wings and flew off. How wonderful it would be , she thought, if right at that moment a man would offer his neck to her, certainly she would hang on it as long as she wished and bounce up and down ten times.
The thought continued in her mind how he, with his pacific demeanor, would look down on her behavior as frivolous, so using all her will power she tried freezing the corners or her mouth, coercing them not to curl up into a thin crescent. While engaged in this in
再次笑死。。。。。。。太欢乐了。。。。。。。。
照完还是可以退货哦，只要price tag还在。
8退哦，亲，留着寒美国白人老共
[此贴子已经被作者于2011/3/29 0:06:21编辑过]
小说本章节英译版本 / 瑶袖
He
plucked a black ball point pen out of his pocket. As he did so, she saw
a three inch color photo trailing behind the pen descend through the
air like a butterfly and alight by her left foot.
Unhesitating,
she leaned over to help him retrieve the photo and while delivering it
back to him , she stole a clandestine glance at it.
He accepted the photo with thanks and slid it back into his pocket.
As
he sat silently writing out the prescription on a pad of paper in the
folder, the room was engulfed in quiet, broken only by the scribbling
sound of his pen on the paper.
“She’s pretty,
isn’t she?” It was beyond her why she blurted that out so audaciously
but only after she let the remark slip out did she repent it. Even
though she didn’t purposely peek at the photo, peeping at an
individual’s confidential photos is unseemly.
“Yes,
she is pretty,” he replied in a tone so apathetic ,as he continued
writing his prescription, that it seemed he wasn’t reproaching her for
the comment and she let out a sigh of relief in her heart.
“She
became a bride yesterday,” he paused, ‘another man’s bride.” He looked
up, gazing into her nonplussed eyes. Now it was she who desired to turn
aside and flee from this man’s countenance. She chided herself for
injudiciously tearing off the fresh bleeding scab of others, possibly
recently suffered.
“Regardless of the
circumstances, I should extend to them heartfelt joy, shouldn’t I” She
beheld that while he was saying those words , he lifted up his fingers
and pawed at the pocket that held the photos as his look clouded over
into melancholy and fell behind her somewhere , maybe very far.
Following
two successive quick raps at the door, a nurse called out to the
doctor, “ Dr. Zhang, there is an urgent phone call for you. The person
on the line says it is an emergency.,” the same nurse that had welcomed
her earlier, now waiting by the door with a smiling face.
The
doctor rose up off the stool ,slightly nodded to the nurse, and told
her, “ I shall return momentarily”, then quickly stepped out into the
hallway. As he walked away, her eyes followed his handsome clean figure.
Settled
on the long black examination chair, feeling like weary ivy, she
vacantly stared at the corner of the room. A peculiar hush fell on the
room. It wasn’t long before the doctor returned and took his place on
the wooden chair beside her. “I’m sorry to have to make you wait,” he
said with a candid look and with lambent, penetrating eyes fixed upon
her. She saw his eyes return to their normal state, as dustless and
bright as the morning sun.
“In view of the minor
degree of inflammation resulting from the sprain, a certain amount of
medicine is still required and over the next two or three days you need
to avoid too much walking in order to recover sooner. “ He turned around
and from out of his store of medical equipment took out a roll of
gauze, a small bottle of tincture of iodine, and a box of yellow
ointment . Using a cotton swab, he dipped it in the iodine and softly
dabbed it on her ankle, followed by a uniform layer of the yellow
ointment. He unwound the white gauze and carefully encased her ankle
layer by layer. When he was finished he returned the medical items back
to their proper place and standing in front of the counter, washed his
hands under the faucet. Returning to his seat, he smiled, lifted up his
plastic folder and with a low , soft voice said, “ I’ll write you a
prescription for proper medication.”
After
tearing off a page from his pale yellow folder, he handed it to her as
she reached out get it and then scrutinize carefully the four or five
lines written in ink in the doctor's tidy script.
"That
is a prescription for the medication I am prescribing for your
treatment. Take two tablets a day and remember to take them following
your meals. I want you to avoid taking them on an empty stomach. She was
listening attentively to the doctor, when a thought struck her and
batting her long eyelashes that resembled ears of wheat, she said, "But
are little snacks like cookies, potato chips, etc sti......
哎，你应该问有人觉得那件衣服不难看吗？
所有的人都这么觉得
你们都是羡慕嫉妒恨
罗扇嫣香
现在内容都清空了。。。
我听见草木在石崖上轻轻呼吸
沙滩上留有被岁月干涩的脚印
依旧满含忧伤
我爱海水
爱这千年的执着
在月光的影子中捞出了春天
嫩草在发芽
海鸥往南飞
去时，只是默默
看完奇葩大妈的诗句，不得不赞一下人这生物学可不是白学滴……海鸥都归候鸟类去鸟
吃个pizza,馒头这样的家常饭，也要说的文邹邹。
“查理攥起另一块烤地（应该是“得”）焦黄的比萨递给我，“Baby, can I proffer you also a slice?”（“宝贝，你也吃一块？”）我叭地关上眼睛（你们会说“关上眼睛”吗？还是这是一种方言……），用力摇了摇脑袋，面上呈出一副拒人千里之外的神气，“I balk at it!”（“才不要吃。”）而我也礼尚往来地问他要不要吃我的馒头，他伸头缩颈地闪着蓝眼睛笑笑，“Baby, I appreciate the overture but eschew your offer.（“宝贝，谢谢，我不吃。”）他的反映（应是“反应”吧？）惹得我一阵咂嘴巴，“How can you abstain from devouring such a delectable steamed bread, it is so out of the common run.”
好吧，我要去洗个冷水脸，换个思路！
话说她那博客下面一堆人吹捧个啥劲儿啊！！
刚刚有人教了我，博克有个功能是删除回帖
俺继续explore………………
摘一段以清空的那个瑶袖dyym的sinablog的cache
【书山有路】夹竹桃，克里姆特，吕利
2008-8-22
星期五(Friday)
晴
奥地利画家古斯塔夫克里姆特（1862-1918）所绘的“Zwei M?dchen mit Oleader ”（1890-92）（“两位少女与夹竹桃花”）。
荷兰画家凡高（1853-1890）所画“Vase with Oleanders and Books”（“插有夹竹桃的花瓶与书本”）。
夹
竹桃，夹竹桃科（Apocynaceae），夹竹桃属（Nerium）。常绿直立大灌木。别名有柳叶桃，水甘草白羊桃等。因花若桃花，叶似竹叶，故名。叶
3—4枚轮生，在枝条下部为对生，窄披针形，顶端急尖，基部楔形，叶缘反卷。全缘、革质，叶面光亮。中脉在叶面陷入，在叶背凸起。侧脉两面扁平，纤细，密
生而平行，每边达120条。聚伞花序顶生，有花梗。苞片披针形。花萼直立，深裂，红色，披针形。花冠深红色，粉红色，白色或黄色。其中红色为其原本的色
彩，白色，黄色为人工培育出来的。
花冠为单瓣时呈5裂，漏斗状。花冠裂片倒卵形，顶端圆形。花冠喉部具5片宽鳞片状副花冠，每片其顶端撕裂，且伸出喉部之外。花冠为重瓣时呈15-18枚，裂片组成三轮。花期一般全年，果期在冬春季。
夹
竹桃属，下含种类有不同的说法。一种是夹竹桃属其下仅含欧洲夹竹桃（Nerium
oleander）一个种类。另一种说法是，根据花萼直立，副花冠多次分裂而成线形，花有香味，得到开红色花朵的夹竹桃（Nerium
indicum），和开白色花朵的白花夹竹桃（Nerium indicum cv.
Paihua）。又根据花萼广展，副花冠不分裂，花无香味或稀微香，得到欧洲夹竹桃（Nerium oleander）。欧洲夹竹桃，花冠为单瓣，微香。
原产伊朗，印度。
夹竹桃茎，叶片、花朵，根，树皮及果实中含有剧毒的夹竹桃苷。
夹竹桃常被用作观赏花卉。
（夹竹桃科（Apocynaceae）/夹竹桃属（Nerium））
--------------------------------------------- 让-巴普蒂斯特?吕利 -------------------------------------------------
让-巴普蒂斯特?吕利（Jean-Baptiste Lully，1632年－1687年），巴洛克中期法国歌剧的创始人。
他原本出生于意大利佛罗伦萨一位磨坊工人之家。自小有芭蕾，戏剧，舞蹈，弦乐演奏天赋。后被法国吉斯公爵带至法国，他的芭蕾舞曲比传统的更为欢快热烈，颇得法国国王路易十四宠爱，先后曾被任命为巴黎歌剧乐长，以及法国王室乐正。后加入法国国籍。
路
易十四年老后，对芭蕾兴趣减低，吕利由此开始创作歌剧。他创作的歌剧，被称为法国歌剧（tragédie en musique 或 tragédie
lyrique），与当时统治欧洲其他地方的意大利歌剧有很多不同。吕利与莫里哀合作，开创了“喜剧芭蕾”，将芭蕾大量运用进歌剧。
1687年，因在指挥时指挥棍戳伤大脚趾，却拒绝做脚趾切割手术，伤口恶化，死于败血症。
------------------------------------------------------ 苏轼在徐州 --------------------------------------------------------
“天涯流落思无穷！既相逢，却匆匆。携手佳人，和泪折残红。为问东风余几许？春纵在，与谁同！隋堤三月水溶溶。背归鸿，去吴中。回首彭城，清泗与淮通。欲寄相思千点泪，流不到，楚江东。”
苏东坡（1037～1101）《江城子?别徐州》。
此词作于宋神宗元丰二年（1079），苏轼离任徐州知府，奉调湖州，途经灵壁时所作。苏轼自1076年开始任徐州知府以来，始终勤政爱民。离别时百姓洒泪相送。
苏轼在徐州时，其弟苏辙来徐州与他相会，兄弟俩人已经七年未会面。苏辙作了一首《水调歌头徐州中秋》。二人分别之际，苏轼写了《水调歌头安石在东海》相和。
“安石在东海，从事鬓惊秋。中年亲友难别，丝竹缓离愁。一旦功成名遂，准拟东还海道，扶病入西州。雅志困轩冕，遗恨寄沧洲。岁云暮，须早计，要褐裘。故乡归去千里，佳处辄迟留。我醉歌时君和，醉倒须君扶我，惟酒可忘忧。一任刘玄德，相对卧高楼。”
苏
轼在徐州时元丰元年1078年写过一篇散文《放鹤亭记》。放鹤亭是一座草亭，位于今江苏省徐州市云龙山之颠。云龙山是徐州市内重要的风景山林。放鹤亭是苏
轼好友彭城(今江苏铜城县)隐士张天骥于1078年所建。张天骥满腹才华，却不愿为官。他驯养了两只仙鹤，早上放仙鹤飞出，晚间招仙鹤归还。
云
龙山西麓峭壁下还有一座天然巨石，便是著名的“东坡石床”。据说苏轼曾醉卧于其上。上面刻有苏轼《登云龙山》诗：“醉中走上黄茅岗，满岗乱石如群羊。岗头
醉倒石作床。仰看白云天茫茫。歌声清谷秋风长，路人举首东南望。拍手大笑使君狂。”跋文有“元丰元年(1078年)九月十九日张天骥、苏轼、颜复、王巩始
登此山”。
（ 撰文 / 瑶袖 ）
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瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 发表于 2008-08-23 06:24 |
白兰花，在倒数的
第二个瓶子里，发呆
我捂着脸，站在
整片血红的蔷薇里
脚边是
落寞的书箱，
裹着白色的丧布
八月的麦浪，在原野上
燃烧
摇摆成飞鸟的模样
二、三束
四分五裂了
躺卧于摇椅上睡着，
手压在竹藤扶手上
鸦群爬上我裸露的背脊
雨声
在雨声中又睡着
你用沸滚的双手，
摩挲我中咒语般的脸颊
唇边
你的气息，真干净
我将我俩的余生
用粉红的柔纸，包覆起
挂在幽冷的尾灯上
你说，粉红的么
我低头，沉默
__ 白色
有些冰凉
White jade magnolias, in the next to last vase
Are in a trance
Concealing my face with my hands, I stood
In a throng of blood red prickly roses
At my feet, a forlorn suitcase of books
Enwrapped in a white shroud
August’s wheat waves across the plains
Burning
Swaying like flying birds
Two or three stalks
Disintegrated
Sitting upon the rocking chair, slumbering,
With my hands clutching the weaved bamboo armrests
A murder of crows, creep along my bare back
Pitter patter of rain
Drift to sleep again, in the Pitter patter of rain
You use the scorching torrid hands
Caressing my spellbound cheeks
By my lips, I sense
your breath, is fresh
I wrapped the residuum of our lives
In soft pink tissue paper
Suspending it from the tenebrous cold taillight
Pink? You uttered
Lowering my eyes, staying hushed
_ white
A bit too cold
（诗歌与翻译 / 瑶袖）
有一个了耶，亲，买老公送Gay蜜吗？？？买一送一能保佑吗亲？
矮油，一个不算多，两个刚刚好，美国白人老公耶！不能买一送一哦，mm诚心两个都要gay蜜就给打6折，包邮哦~~~亲！
平心而论，这个安妮英文的能力肯定是非常好的--如果她是看到咱们在8她的blog然后开始改的话~~~虽然她改之前写得英文估计能让莎翁去撞豆腐，改完了还是别别扭扭的。
其实大家应该给她留言让她改改中文，她的blog看的还是中国人多，那个所谓的“古典风”真是不知那个朝代的汉语，光改英文没用，汉语还是很娱乐。
看来嫩的鉴赏能力大大超越了该楼里华丽丽的170页围观群众
奇葩姐姐居然也有微波，赶紧去关注下
奇葩姐姐出名啦
瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 http://blog.sina.com.cn/dyym 鸾镜娇容
罗扇嫣香
现在内容都清空了。。。
不会吧，能写出火星文字的人，心理居然这么脆弱
【原创小说连载】在别处（四）
2008-8-23
星期六(Saturday)
晴
她低头，黯然地望着自己扭伤的左脚足踝。它被高高地抬起，百般无奈地躺在几只白色枕头垒成的，软软的小山堆上。医生在患处，已用雪白的细纱布，一层一层，细心地替她包裹了起。
整日卧于白色床褥中，令她心内极是沮丧。感觉自己就像一只小翅膀被白线绳扎缚着的小鸟，无法飞至任何的它想飞去的地方。
她想穿一条白底素花的棉质长裙，一个人，爬上一条微斜的坡路。道边有高大的香樟树，在阳光下开细白的小花。她想拿指尖提起镶一道荷叶褶子的裙摆，立于绿叶白花的树下，闭着眼，听山风吹过叶子的声响.
她想去久未光顾的一家市立图书馆，如一只扑打着小翅飞进一棵满是枝叶的小树里的雀鸟，把自己彻底藏隐于几撂比萨铁塔那样耸而陡倾的书堆之后。待闭馆的铃声响过三遍，才揉揉涩胀的双眼，摇晃着站起身，在管理员颇不耐烦的催促声中，作离馆的最末那位读者.
她想去街边的那家朴实的小店，吃一大碗香喷喷的酸辣牛肉米粉。
抑
或去转角的那间洋气的星巴克，觅一靠窗的座位，点一杯酽酽的黑咖啡，让白白的奶沫敷在嘴角，一面听着店内的一台发黄的老式唱机，一遍复一遍，放着同一首忧
郁而暧昧的爱尔兰乐曲；一面凝视窗外那个在天际缓缓沉落，遥远的夕阳，看它把盛大而华丽的橘色焰火，泼溅在灰色建筑群落的寂静的屋檐上……
只是，此刻，那些彩色玻璃球般，再简单平凡不过的念头，也惟只令她觉得奢侈。
她半靠着床头，腿上摊开一本台湾言情小说。无聊的眼神，却如一只流浪的风筝，空洞洞地，飘向绿荫荫的窗外。
六月天。窗户微微开着。阳台上拂进室内来的空气，干净地若给放入蓝色塑料瓶里的纯净水中洗濯过一样。
她的身上穿着一条墨色的，半透明的吊带睡裙。散发着淡淡的白色樱花香味。幽黑顺直的长发，在透露着大理石冰凉的润白肩头，海草一般，任意披散着。
妮不知何时能归来？她微微眯着眼，望着被夏风吹得鼓起的白色纱帘，默默地想。
她有着很长很密的漂亮的睫毛。此刻，它们在她白净的面颊上，安静地投下叶子纹络一般，细密的影子。
任何时候，她轻轻拿起她的粉色手机，摁下7个再熟悉不过的数字。然后，心内默念二百下，她的公寓的门铃，即定会准时给燕妮的一只小指顽皮地按响。
燕
妮甩着她那一头艳丽四逸的大波浪长卷发，如适才由一只金丝笼里释放出来，叽叽喳喳的小雀儿。她活泼地，笑着说着个不停，就像一个小背上的发条绳，给扯紧了
的，会讲话的洋娃娃一般。她们管彼此叫做“死党”。虽然二人并不于同一家公司就职，因两家公司恰皆设于复兴路上同一幢三十层楼高的写字楼里，因此，俩人总
是相约着一同下班回家。她们时常顺路逛街边五颜六色的服装小店；抑或凭一时兴致，去某家影院，看一部当晚最卖座的进口大片什么的。
不过，上礼拜四，燕妮的父亲打电话来。燕妮接了电话，来找她。两只大眼睛哭地如核桃一般，说，母亲患病住院了。当日，燕妮去公司请假。翌晨，乘7点半上航的飞机，飞回上海老家了。
她斜倚在床头，从对面三抽柜的白色妆镜中，照见自己尖尖的下巴。她刻意避开细观自己略显苍白的脸容。美好的花朵，是定然离不开阳光的娇宠。然此刻，她想自己是孤独地开在缺乏阳光爱抚的阴影里的那一朵。
白色化妆镜的底部，躺着一双红色露趾细高跟鞋。它们趔趄着跌坐在角落里，一副狼狈不堪，然又深受委屈的模样。其中的一只，尖尖的细跟已荡然无存。昨日跛着脚踝归家，她生气地将它们重重地扔掷去屋子的另一端，撞着白色的壁橱木门。泛光的木头上，即刻擦出一道青涩难看的疤痕。
昨日午时，她自家乐福商场出来，怀中搂着一个大纸袋，里面装着一条粉色的雪纺纱连衣裙，一筒烧烤味的薯片，三盒日本味的饼干，及几罐紫色的葡萄汁。除却连衣裙，其他的，皆是她最爱吃的小零食。
跨
出商场自动门前，她将怀中的大纸袋，放于门边安设的一张黑色铸铁长椅上。一个四五岁的小男孩，正在长椅的另一端坐着，好奇地，一眼不眨地盯着她看。他穿着
一条可爱的褐色背带裤，白色的小T
恤上，横着一道道窄细蓝条。小脚上穿着白色球鞋，蓝色衬边的白色线袜。那双小脚，颇有节奏地，一前一后地荡悠着。小男孩的左手，没事似的，上下拍打着椅
子。他的右手，紧紧抓着一根细细的尼龙绳，生怕丢了似。她看见那根细线的顶端，系着两只橙色的氢气球。
她打开粉色手袋，从里面取出一副白色边框的太阳镜来，戴在脸上。乍然而袭的白亮露天阳光，可让美丽的女人瞬间失明一半。她想。这么些年，她早已习惯随时随处保护自己，身体的，抑或感情的。
然后，她弯身从长椅上，重新抱回那个大纸袋，在小男孩一眼不眨的目送中，踩着那双红色露趾细高跟鞋，格格地走出商场自动门，穿过宽阔的停车场，去她的车位前。她的那辆苹果色的甲壳虫，停在四号区。
她
一边向车位走去，一边想着新买的那条粉色连衣裙。想象着自己穿着它，妩媚地步入办公室，脚上踩一双粉色公主鞋，一定是要一公分左右低跟儿的；及腰的长发，
斜斜地编一根独辫，发根处要略微蓬松的那种式样；再特意将麻花辫拿在身前来，仿若无心似的，轻轻垂下一侧裸露的肩头。那清纯娇妩的模样，定然会打动沉的。
想
着沉，她的嘴角就不自觉地，翘成了一弯细细的小月亮。沉是她的顶头上司，也是她至今见过的，长相最帅的男人。她偷偷地迷恋他，已近一年了。她的内心里，好
希望沉能明白自己的心思，却又不知如何表白才是。她不想被沉误认为自己是一个轻浮的女孩子。每次在办公室里，沉待她总一副尤为礼貌客气的样子，这让她深深
地忧虑。亲昵才是爱情的对应词汇。她想。
几近一周，她始终未见着沉英朗的面孔。每日，她的心里，午夜穿过街头的风一样，无比空落落的。从别的同事处，她得知沉出差去了，好像是往设于其他城市的一家分公司开会。具体地方，她亦不知晓。
自己是否太傻，这般单相思？想至此，她不觉微微叹了一口气。
正在她于炽烈的太阳下，左思右想时，疏忽了留意脚下的路。不知觉的，居然踩上了一块停车场下水道的井盖。她平日可无例外是绕着它走的啊！
只听得左脚的那只细高跟鞋，发出一声微弱然清脆的呻吟。细长的鞋跟，顷刻夹于下水道井盖满覆锈甲的两根铁棍之间，折断了。
一阵锥心的疼痛，从她扭折过去的左踝关节，电击一般，传至她嘎然止了做着梦的大脑。她尖声“哎哟”一声，顿时屈膝蹲了下去。
搂
在怀里的大包小袋，重重地跌在灰色的水泥地上，如方无忧无虑，游玩于碧空里的几只褐色大雁，不期被无情的猎人，拿冰冷的铅弹，击中左翅，蓦然而坠地。那一
筒烧烤味的薯片，和几罐紫色的葡萄汁，朝着它们各自的方向，不停地往前滚去。其中一罐，还逃逸去了邻旁的一辆黑色的凯迪拉克下面。
她一面忍痛站起身来，一面单用右脚支撑着身体，单腿跳着去捡回散落得遍处皆是的小东西。那罐滚在人家的凯迪拉克车身下的葡萄汁，她弯身伸手尽力去够，却如何亦够不着，遂死了心不去管它了。
然
后，她恨恨地拾起躺在井盖上那只折了跟的高跟鞋，搂着七拼八凑捡回来的东西，狼狈地单使右脚跳至车前，自口袋里摸出车钥匙，开了车门，将袋子腾地扔在副驾
座上，自己再弯身爬进了驾驶座。一面启动车子倒退出车位，一面暗自庆幸无人撞见自己的这般狼狈样（尤其是那些穿着深蓝色制服，开着车顶上安一盏琥珀色信号
灯的巡逻车四处转悠的保安们）。妈妈总爱说她死要面子活受罪。
她自己去了一家足疗诊所。因事先已打电话预约，进了诊所，她便径直去接待台护士处，做了简单的登记手续，然后瘸拐着脚，于候诊室里觅一张椅子。
她
看见恰与接待台相对的那面墙前，置着两把枫木椅子，皆无人坐。两把木椅的中间，由一张小枫木圆桌隔开来。她挑了左侧的那把木椅，小心坐上去，觉着很软和。
坐垫与靠背，皆镶着深酒红色的柔软棉垫。绒布饰面上，还绘有别致的小花朵图案。她伸出手指，轻轻地摩挲那些可爱的花朵。
自这个角度，她便可正视那扇白色的木门了。木门时开时阖。候诊的病人，自那扇木门进去；会诊已毕的病人，亦是自那扇木门里出来。且自这个角度，她还可瞥见接待台后两位戴着白色护士帽的护士，时而靠近低声闲聊着些什么。
坐定后，她将手中的白色手袋，轻轻放于椅子一侧，再习惯性地，抬眼打量起周围的环境来。
这
是一间不大但打理的极干净有致的房间。除却她自己身后的这面墙，侧旁的两面墙前，也各置放着两把枫木椅子，和一张枫木小圆木桌。每一张小圆木桌上，分别摊
着几本包装柔美的杂志。《家庭医生》，《健康》，《女友》之类。一位三十来岁妇女，坐在右墙前的那张木椅上，一只足上打着白石膏，手中握着一本《女友》，
正津津有味地阅读着。
她仰头望，墙顶是雪白的。然其他的四面墙，皆漆成令人沉静的米黄色。其中的一面墙上，还挂有一幅金色木框油画。她眯着眼，凝视那幅画片刻。画中是一朵巨大而圣白的马蹄莲。
她正四顾打量着，一位身穿青蓝色纯棉套服的护士，推开那扇白色木门，朝着候诊室，唤她的名字。她赶紧拿上手袋，站起身，吃力地跟在护士身后。护士拿手扶着那扇白色木门，对她微笑，问好，领她走进一个单独的小房间。
待她坐下，护士简单询问基本病情，遂又领她往一间黯淡的，挂着厚厚深蓝色布帘的X光室，为她拍踝关节的片子。然后，再引她回至那间小房间。护士待转身离去前，对她说，章大夫即刻便会过来，请稍候片时。
于是，她坐在那张展开的医用黑色皮椅上，静静地等候。 小房间的墙壁，只刷着极为普通的白漆。一面墙上，贴着一幅彩色的腿脚关节解剖示意图。室内的物件不多，仅摆着几件常用医疗器备，两张木凳，一个矮木柜，一张安着水龙头的台面。
小房间的门，敞开着。她瞧见一位穿白大褂的年轻男医生，从门前的走廊，匆匆走过。她疑惑将为她治疗的那位章大夫，会不会就是他。
她正沉思着，那位年轻男医生，已走进小房间里来，左手握着一张灰黑色的X光片，和一个淡黄色塑料文件夹。他伸出空着的右手，微笑着，您好！我是章医生。
她
亦即刻伸出自己白皙的右手去。她看见他的右手腕上，带着一块宽大带子的Swatch银色手表。她不由地在心里偷着笑。她和燕妮经常说起医生的手腕上，定然
是要佩一块手表的。因为他们无一不是极悭吝自己时间的人族。他们总是一边与病人交谈，一边不时地瞥自己手腕上的手表。就如将讲话时间精确至几分几秒的演讲
者一般。
当她把自己的手，放在他的宽大而干燥的手心里时，她感觉到，他的手心里，有一种令人安定的温暖。就像，自己躺在一个大大的海螺的壳里，随蔚蓝色的波流，上下荡漾。
他在她旁边的一张木凳上坐下，展开那个淡黄色的塑料文件夹，低头浏览。她注意到他的皮肤极白净。脸上带着一副细细边框的金丝眼镜。
然后，他抬起头，很沉静的神情，望着她，目光干净地宛如一张未尝用过的白纸。他说，“我已经仔细观察过你的左踝关节的X光片。可喜的是，尚未发现任何骨折的迹象。”
那一刻，她的心里，持久的担忧，拍着两只灰色的翅膀，扑腾着飞走了。她暗想，倘若此刻有谁能借她一使自己的颈脖，该多好。她定然会搂着它，纵情上下蹦跳十次的。
她又一思，外表冷静的他，定然是极怜鄙自己这般小鹿一样的，躁浮的举止的。遂竭力绷紧因欢喜而一味想往上翘的唇角。不允许它弯成一弦细细的小月亮。反而，用刻意作出的，淡然的腔调，鼻子里轻轻哼一下，“是么？”又说，“那真好。”
“不过，鉴于扭伤所致的轻度炎症，仍然需使用一些外敷药物。而且，最近二三日，需避免过多走动，以让伤口尽快康复。”
他转身从医疗器备上取来一卷白纱布，一小瓶碘酒，一盒黄色的软膏。
他用小棉花棒，蘸取碘酒，在她的左脚踝处轻轻擦涂几次。再将黄色软膏，均匀地涂抹于其上。然后展开白纱布，耐心地，一层一层将患处裹了起来。
一切行毕，他把药物等放回原处，站在台面前，拧开水龙头，将手洗净。然后，重新坐下，拿起塑料文件夹。他微笑着，声音低沉温和，“现在，我给您开一些必备药品。”
他伸手去他的衬衣口袋里。她才注意到，他的白色医生大褂里，穿着一件深蓝色的，斜条纹衬衣。很配他白皙的皮肤。熨得平平顺顺。她喜欢衣着清爽干净的男子。（未完待续）
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小说本章节英语版本 / 瑶袖
Elsewhere (4)
On
the cheaply white-washed walls of the little room, an anatomical color
poster of the foot and ankle was affixed . Some of the usual medical
apparatuses, two wooden stools, a low wooden cabinet and a counter with a
faucet and sink installed filled out the rest of the room.
The
door had been propped wide open so she caught sight of a young male
doctor attired in a white smock walk briskly down the hallway outside of
the room. She wondered whether he would be her doctor.
Grasping
a grayish and black radiograph in his left hand, the doctor made his
entrance, breaking her reverie into smithereens. Bidding her welcome, he
stretched forth his right empty hand to her, smiling, Hello, I’m Dr.
Zhang.
She reciprocated by extending her fair right hand out
to his. She noticed on his right wrist he wore a wide-strapped silver
Swatch watch, and couldn’t help laughing secretly in her heart. She and
Ni always joked that there are always watches on doctor’s wrists because
they are very niggardly with their time while consulting with patients,
secretly peeping at their watch just like lecturers who carefully
follow a speech that they’ve timed to the minutes and seconds.
When
her hand was held within his wide and dry palm, she felt as secure and
warm as lying in a giant conch shell bobbing up and down buoyed of blue
waves.
He sat down on the wooden stool beside her opened his
light yellow folder, and began browsing over it. She noticed his fair
skin and the thin gold-framed eyeglasses on his face.
Raising
his eyes, serenely, with a look as immaculate as a sheet of pristine
white paper, he gazed at her and said, “ I have carefully examined the
x-ray of your left ankle and the good news is, I don’t detect any
evidence of fracture.”
At the sound of those words, the
pressing anxiety that had been weighing on her heart flapped two grey
wings and flew off. How wonderful it would be , she thought, if right at
that moment a man would offer his neck to her, certainly she would hang
on it as long as she wished and bounce up and down ten times.
The
thought continued in her mind how he, with his pacific demeanor, would
look down on her behavior as frivolous, so using all her will power she
tried freezing the corners or her mouth, coercing them not to curl up
into a thin crescent. While engaged in this in
瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 发表于 2008-08-23 04:07 |
恩。我觉得吧，人家在自己的博客里yy一下，也无可厚非，没干什么损人利己的事情，大家手下留情吧。不过大家扒皮也是无可厚非。我就凑热闹好了。
华丽丽的先君子后小人 :)))))))))))))))))
【原创摄影】摄影系列（5）
2008-8-23
星期六(Saturday)
晴
________末语：
Бог
знает, где бродили его мысли, но не в одном только прошедшем бродили
они: выражение его лица было сосредоточенно и угрюмо, чего не бывает,
когда человек занят одними воспоминаниями. (俄语)
上帝知晓，他的神思游荡至何方了。然而它们不单单徘徊于过往：他的脸庞上，露出的神色，专注而又忧郁，并非惟那些沉溺于回忆中的人们，才有的。（瑶袖翻译）
___ 摄影: 瑶袖
___ 俄语翻译：瑶袖
[此贴子已经被作者于2011/3/29 0:08:10编辑过]
瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 http://blog.sina.com.cn/dyym 鸾镜娇容
罗扇嫣香
现在内容都清空了。。。
唉，我这几个小时都不知道耗在哪里了。
以下是引用lovezombie在3/28/2011 1:10:00 AM的发言：
秀秀最近查理为我买的两件大牌衣服。 一件是意大利顶级奢华品牌Dolce &Gabbana的白色针织开衫，税后1219美元（约合人民币8000元），意大利制造。（注：美国购买商品，需要另加消费税。） 另一件真便宜的很，Eileen Fisher的黑色长款线衫，税后273.48美元（约合人民币1800元）。 两件总共花掉了1492.48美元（约合人民币一万元）。衣服如下，顺附购物收据。
还上发票..精确到.48....哈哈~
方便照相哦，亲~~~
我好容易抚平的汗毛又噌地立起来，亲！
瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 http://blog.sina.com.cn/dyym 鸾镜娇容
罗扇嫣香
现在内容都清空了。。。
华人姐妹们太V5了！
http://www.xici.net/d139551918.htm这是11年1月9号奇葩在西祠写的西塘，下面有人说也想去玩，奇葩说她可以做导游，那么她是在国内咯？
http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_5f1fac850100obca.html这是奇葩11年1月10号写的在美国的日志
刚刚有人教了我，博克有个功能是删除回帖
………………何必呢，何苦呢
唉，我这几个小时都不知道耗在哪里了。
蜜兔蜜兔
会不会有一种精神分裂是影响语言功能的？我DSM-IV学的不好，光知道有人讲脏话控制不住，不知道奇葩这种是不是也属于一种特殊的症状？有学精神病学的童鞋给点专业意见哈
哈哈……这种人常常是可以拿文学大奖的，很后现代+后殖民+后（诸如此类）哈哈
照片里身材不错。。。不错腿好像没有前面几张p过的长
我有一个疯狂的想法。。。如果奇葩是大妈，难道照片的是女儿？难道母女公用博客账号发帖？还有人展开联想吗么？
这个仙女，说的不是人话。
瑶袖嫣柔带雨伊媚 http://blog.sina.com.cn/dyym 鸾镜娇容
罗扇嫣香
现在内容都清空了。。。
那是另外一个伯克。
原来就是空的，以现在的是rosemist
我好容易抚平的汗毛又噌地立起来，亲！
何其荣幸寒着你们~
想想奇葩也怪不容易的，要构思出那么多对话和场景来
人家小说写得一堆堆的，还中英文对照着的
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
她应该还是有点闲钱的人，要不然无产阶级谁能一天到晚这么专业的在网上无病呻吟
是啊看她家的后院都是红砖砌成的deck 下花园的楼梯是旋转楼梯就知道啦。钱是一定有，豪宅是一定有，就是秀的方法太搞笑了
俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
赞无私忘我的白求恩！
与二女友一番小聚，三人拉嗑一多个的时辰，净笑得摇摇甩甩。告别过后，各人搭自家的小车回舍。
偏生过路Old Navy衣服店，撒眼往那处儿一望，白亮亮玻璃柜窗里头，好似添出了好些儿新至款式的样子。
抡臂撩一眼腕上的水钻小表，不过方五时半光景。从小牛皮肩包中掇出一只小手机来，给他去一电话。
“Darling, by chance I’m passing by Old Navy. It appears that they have a
host of new arrivals. Do you mind if I drop in for a brief spell?”
（老公，我恰途过Old Navy衣服店，店中似添了许多的新货唷。我进里逛一小会会，好么？）
他亦正下班开车于途上，用温温的喉音，回我道，“Baby, go for it. Live it up. I love you.”(宝贝，尽管去是了。玩的开心喔。)
由是，我入到店里头溜搭一满圈儿，相中了一款卡其色的开襟针织衫。
还在垒于木柜上的一堆儿的小玩物中，翻觅得一只毛茸茸的小可爱布偶兔兔，心下惊喜的什么似。（ 摄图1 ）
出店门来时，天已作黑糊糊的一团色了。遂一手搂住兔兔，一手紧拎小包包，就着路边呈几分孤零零的路灯光，蹬着细高跟鞋，哒哒哒的往泊车位匆匆行近。
偶尔侧目，瞥到路傍生有一小丛葵花，小时用过的白瓷碗那么的大小的花盘，开满了枝。还有一簇别的花。觉得好看的紧，遂自兜里头掏出小相机来，俯身冲它们喳喳闪了数下。（摄图2，3 ）
白纹的水泥的道面，睹去还潮潮的，灯辉在上时灭时呈，一股子的冷寂的气味扑脸，想起那句话，“夜依然在挣扎，没有人的踪迹”（李健吾《翠子的将来》）（摄图4 ）
天心上一只甚大的鲜活的圆月，逸彩流波的睇着凡世。无有像雨果（Victor Hugo）的一八五零年的八月十八日的那个晚间，Il faisait
un clair de lune voilé de nuages. La rue était
déserte.（法语：乌云蒙着了月光，街面一片阒寥。）雨果赶着往巴尔扎克家，对病笃的老人作末了的一回探候。
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俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
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我还看到下面的评论里面有个人说“候机室的椅子质感和色彩特别好”，一口血我就喷出来了。。。。。。
太欢乐了
何其荣幸寒着你们~
我心目中那么有钱的，应该都是专车接的，那种豪车里面，小冰箱肯定是有的。
再不济，直接机场买好了，又不是啥1946年法国哪里的葡萄酒
白发苍苍公婆，拎着装有冰块的袋子寒者可乐果汁，我也挺寒的
俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
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俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
一进来就看到爆料。。。。。
是啊看她家的后院都是红砖砌成的deck 下花园的楼梯是旋转楼梯就知道啦。钱是一定有，豪宅是一定有，就是秀的方法太搞笑了
我没敢上她博客，太矫情了，帖子里面贴的，都让我心中涟漪一道一道的
以下是引用youzishenshangyi在3/29/2011 12:15:00 AM的发言：
俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
连这个用虚化ps效果，都和安妮弄的一样一样的。。。。
爬了这么高的楼后我后悔了，应该饭前看的。。。。
我心目中那么有钱的，应该都是专车接的，那种豪车里面，小冰箱肯定是有的。
再不济，直接机场买好了，又不是啥1946年法国哪里的葡萄酒
白发苍苍公婆，拎着装有冰块的袋子寒者可乐果汁，我也挺寒的
可贵的是人间亲情啊！！
求科普，瑶袖怎么了
你就上首页上她博客链接，随便找两篇诗情画意的文章看看，你就明白大家在讨论啥了
俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
你还比我有成果，我光爬楼爬了一晚上
我没敢上她博客，太矫情了，帖子里面贴的，都让我心中涟漪一道一道的
恭喜你，你悟了，你找到感觉了
俺已经确定这个西祠的瑶袖和安妮就是一个人了。。。
西祠这个瑶袖，发这个照片，陪文字，还有后面署名的格式，都和美国安妮新浪博客上的一样。。。身材还不错。。。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
累死我了。。。居然花这么久做这么无谓的search工作。。。浪费了一晚上。。。
http://huaren.us/rd/rd.asp?hrtopic_id=916532&hrurl=http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm" target="new">
可是我觉得不是也。看了吸死胡同那个博客，和奇葩关注的角度不太一样呢！
你就上首页上她博客链接，随便找两篇诗情画意的文章看看，你就明白大家在讨论啥了
我早上爬楼了啊，就是各种雷啊。。。。。但是挖出来瑶袖就是她说明了什么？我的意思是有什么惊天大爆料么
肯定不一样，栏杆的颜色、材质、花纹都不一样。而且第一个里面是地毯的，第三个里面似乎没有地毯，就是granite
嫉妒人家有三处别墅，有木有！！！
矮油，一个不算多，两个刚刚好，美国白人老公耶！不能买一送一哦，mm诚心两个都要gay蜜就给打6折，包邮哦~~~亲！
送gay蜜有cough of the trousers用~五钻卖家，送计算器哦，亲，美元rmb兑换谈笑间~精确到分厘~
可是我觉得不是也。看了吸死胡同那个博客，和奇葩关注的角度不太一样呢！
她的文风挺多变的，08那几篇就是角度一致的
可是我觉得不是也。看了吸死胡同那个博客，和奇葩关注的角度不太一样呢！
嗯，我看到西祠的这个说自己去美国旅游是因为爸爸，她还是更喜欢云南，应该是云南人。
http://www.xici.net/d81145243.htm
mm好样的！
好想看到仙女照哦，亲~
可是我觉得不是也。看了吸死胡同那个博客，和奇葩关注的角度不太一样呢！
吸死那边也有非常像的文章，你多看几篇就知道了。应该就是同一个人，要不就是我前面说的，也许母女共用一个账号。。。
我早上爬楼了啊，就是各种雷啊。。。。。但是挖出来瑶袖就是她说明了什么？我的意思是有什么惊天大爆料么
没有啥惊人大爆料。。。。。。
就是说各大新郎，西辞等等都被她临幸了。。。。。。。
可是我觉得不是也。看了吸死胡同那个博客，和奇葩关注的角度不太一样呢！
是不是什么时候受了打击，人就变样了？
是“战斗在法国”~~~
我以前还泡过。。。
http://cache.baidu.com/c?m=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&p=c0759a44d29912a05be9de2a495e8f&user=baidu&fm=sc&query=%F0%BD%BE%B5%BD%BF%C8%DD+%C2%DE%C9%C8%E6%CC%CF%E3+%09%E5%A3%E5%A3%C9%C0%B6%F9%B1%A1%B1%A1%C2%DE%2C%C7%E1%F2%AD%CB%AB%F7%EC%C2%DD%A1%A3&qid=ece03cee31486fed&p1=4
摄此三帧相片，是在去岁初夏的时候。透过白色木框窗楣，院后一行行青树，净是叶密枝扬，盎味曳摇。
那时我们的房子葺修方罄。工程是托一间意大利修璜公司来做的。在美国，意大利人为房屋造筑与家居装潢之翘楚。
明
朝文人胡应麟于《诗薮》中饬元人作诗「其词太绮缛，其调太匀整」。「绮缛」「匀整」四字，于家饰，却是我所爱极的。相较于线条单纯，简约设计之现代风尚，
我偏悦华贵雍容，繁花锦簇之居家格调。一如新古典派樱桃木家私，璀璨明丽水晶枝形吊灯，弥着娇嫩花卉甜香的银座长烛，彩漆手绘大花瓶。
于此氛氛中，俟待「东风解冻，蛰虫始振」（《礼记 月令》语）之春时，亦是心欢的。
___ 摄影： 瑶袖
___ 配文： 瑶袖
mm好样的！
好想看到仙女照哦，亲~
哎，仙女这个词现在是沦落了
我扁扁嘴，“O.k. I acquiesce. It’s so picayunish, I’ll make a wish.”(“服了你了。许愿就许愿呗！”) 我低头盯着手板心里头那片已经化得很可怜的小雪花片儿，开始嘀咕我的小心愿了，“Hmmm, I wish that your approaching business excursion to France will be a smashing success and when I return to China I will experience such a rapturous Spring Festival ,that all my joyous revelry will cause me not to desire a return to my domicile. And further, I will not depart for America until I gorge on so much savory Chinese food that I end up with a pot belly. ”(“嗯，希望在未来的几周内，你飞去法国的商务出差一切顺风顺水。而我回中国的大年过得开开心心，乐不思蜀，吃美食撑的小肚子溜圆才回美国来。”) 许完愿，我就扑到查理的怀里去笑的脸红红的。
妈呀，他们家说话都这么说的？
正喝着水的我差点没一口喷到电脑上。。。。
嫉妒人家有三处别墅，有木有！！！
我错了，我庸俗，我不该眼红人家的多处别“野”。。。。。。。。
为神马你们都能上天涯，为神马就我不能
咆哮：我也上不了！
而且奇葩在狂改新浪博客的文字，说明已经跟进华人网的速度；而吸死胡同里有ID照片，如果2者是同1个人，奇葩应该马上删除照片的说。
所以应该不是一个人
哇好多年没有这么8过了。今天太过瘾了。
谢谢大家，谢谢博主，世界真精彩，生活真可爱
马亚，好高的楼
咆哮：我也上不了！
摸摸，上不了也好，反正后面也有好心人bra贴图
这人另类了点，但这英语我还是很佩服的，我找这么多高雅词都找不出。
奇葩哪里是这么容易造就的呢.
看到个圆月还得知道雨果曾经在月圆之夜探望过垂死的巴尔扎克, 吹个冷风又要诗经元曲一溜儿联想过来, 人挺努力的.
08年那几篇指的是种花和欣赏音乐的吧？虽然奇葩也弄花和音乐，可是吸死胡同那个博客里写得很朴实，而且吸死胡同的ID照片就是在搞园艺，估计这个mm的专业是园艺学之类的，奇葩不是北大英文系的嘛，所以这个应该不是奇葩啊。
而且奇葩在狂改新浪博客的文字，说明已经跟进华人网的速度；而吸死胡同里有ID照片，如果2者是同1个人，奇葩应该马上删除照片的说。
所以应该不是一个人
同感。感觉字里行间不是一个人。只是都从这句诗里面抽字做id，说明都有点那种文绉绉的调调，文风相似也就难免。可是感觉不是一个人。
08年那几篇指的是种花和欣赏音乐的吧？虽然奇葩也弄花和音乐，可是吸死胡同那个博客里写得很朴实，而且吸死胡同的ID照片就是在搞园艺，估计这个mm的专业是园艺学之类的，奇葩不是北大英文系的嘛，所以这个应该不是奇葩啊。
而且奇葩在狂改新浪博客的文字，说明已经跟进华人网的速度；而吸死胡同里有ID照片，如果2者是同1个人，奇葩应该马上删除照片的说。
所以应该不是一个人
估计此人会10种语言，亦不排除修3-5个专业的可能