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每个人的内心都有一幅忧郁的自画像
In autumn when wind and the sea Rejoice to live and laught to be And scarce the blast the curbs and the tree And bids before it quail and flee In winter when years when the years burn low As fire wherein no firebrands glow And winds disvel as they blow The stormy wings of snow Refrain The hearts of western elves burn bright With joy that mocks the spring To hear all heaven’s keen clarions ring Music that bids the sprit sing And wind by night in northern lands Arose, and lord it cried And drove the ships from ancient strands Across the streaming tide ——— 感谢你们。
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一个孤独的散步者的梦
如果世间真有这么一种状态:心灵十分充实和宁静,既不怀恋过去也不奢望将来,放任光阴的流逝而仅仅掌握现在,不论它持续的长短都不留下前后接续的痕迹,无匮乏之感也无享受之感,不快乐也不忧愁,既无所求也无所惧,而只感受到自己的存在,处于这种状态的人就可以说自己得到了幸福——不是残缺的、贫乏的和相对的幸福,而是圆满的、充实的、使心灵无空虚欠缺之感的幸福。 我在圣皮埃尔岛上就经常处于这种状态。我或者躺在随风飘荡的船中,或者坐在波涛汹涌的湖边,或者站在一条美丽的小河旁或流水冲激砺石湍湍作响的溪边,孤独一人,静静沉思。 —- 卢梭《一个孤独的散步者的梦》
遥想当年在网吧循环这一期,谢谢落网,谢谢雀乐