〓 be with you 〓 在一起

都忘记了自己还写过这种装蛋的玩意儿，少年不知愁滋味，为赋新辞强说愁

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2005年9月29日

自己现在的状态，也许只是在自我放逐，另外一种堕落罢了

心中的一把锁，透过钥匙孔可以看到，锈了好久

尘封在心中的往事，慢慢的腐蚀着

肯定有一把钥匙，能够打开那把锁，除去那斑斑锈迹

时间，一天天，看年华逝去，镜中人容颜改变

逝去的时光不再去追寻，继续走，继续失去，在我没有意识到的青春

在我徒弟很老很老的blog上发现的，这话都是谁说的？

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2005年12月9日

欢迎你到成人的世界来，这里充满了虚伪和欺诈，人们都自私自利，你身后的门已经关闭了，回不去了。

如果你带着友谊来，那么恭喜你，因为在这个成人世界再寻找友谊已经很难了。

如果你想寻找爱情，那么请擦亮你的双眼。

如果你想事业上成功，请你学会怎么看待这个成人世界，按照它的游戏规则。

请心态平和，适应这里，你有两条路可以选择，一个就是从内心里变得和这里的人一样虚伪狡诈，一种就是隐藏着真正的自己，给自己留一片净土，同时适应这个世界。

穷则独善其身，富则兼济天下。当你做不了什么的时候，也只能看着了，等你有足够的能力，才能保护别人，才会有人给你面子。

有些事情是不可避免的，就像我们一天天长大，一天天老去

一直没有觉得自己有什么毛病，可是最近突然发现肥胖带来的毛病找上门来了。

特别是昨天，真的吓人。。。

减肥，一定要减肥了，我就不信减不下去。从中午开始，今天中午少吃饭，少吃肉，多挑素菜吃。

下定决心，排除万难，万众一心，争取胜利！

昨天顶风冒雨拖家带口去易初莲花买东西，受了巨大的刺激。。。

从来见到量体重的，我都绕着走，特别是那种电子的，你上去就告诉你偏胖偏瘦。我怕我一上去，会说：“别两个人一起上！！！”引人围观，观之不雅。

昨天看四周没人，我就跳到秤上量了一下，晕菜，105KG，105KG！！！有掌柜的两个重还加个拐弯。。。

无语泪千行。。

今天早上菊菊提醒了我一下，外面的秤一般都会偏胖，让人去买减肥药。昨天那秤放在体育用品柜台旁边，明显是个陷阱。自己找心里安慰吧，就当愚人节被愚了一下。

不过如果那样的话，掌柜的不是更瘦了？一个太胖一个太瘦，一个要减肥一个要增肥，难办啊难办

昨天给老爸买了一个新手机， 功能不多，价钱不贵，够他用的了，我先玩一个月，五一带回去。

顺便怀旧一下。

Wang in Love and Bondage: Three Novellas by Wang Xiaobo
From Publishers Weekly
Reading popular, irreverent Chinese essayist and novelist Wang, who died in 1997 at 44, can feel like being held upside down—particularly during the zingy sex scenes. Characters cultivate an artful irrelevance to circumvent official stricture, and fail most every time. In the first work, “2015,” the narrator’s uncle, Wang Er, is a painter without a government permit to paint; his paintings are so stridently fractal that they make people dizzy. Sent for re-education, he readily admits his stupidity, but is undone when a female guard takes a very twisted interest in him. “The Golden Age” concerns another Wang Er: a 21-year-old, well-endowed Beijing student sent to the Yunan countryside during the Mao period. There, he runs off with a married doctor. Told to confess on returning, Wang, ironically, becomes a writer, as his superiors insist on more and more pornographic detail in every revised version of his confessions. The slighter final story, “East Palace, West Palace,” relates a story about a policeman who falls in love with a bisexual cross-dresser. Wang’s deeply convincing novellas will certainly please the readers who have enjoyed recent Nobel Prize–winner Gao Xingjian’s novel, Soul Mountain.(Mar.)
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From Booklist
*Starred Review* Wang (1952-97) has a large following among Chinese university students but isn’t at all popular with the literary establishment. Blame the matter and attitude of his work, not its literary merit. China has a history of heavy-handed prudishness that the sex in these three novellas flouts big time. They’re wry social-realist exercises demonstrating that in a repressive society, whether of the future, the Cultural Revolution, or post-Mao but still policed 1990s China, sex affords the only excitement worth risking slander or prison for. And if it weren’t for imagination, sex might be drab. If the narrator of “2015″ weren’t obsessed with being an artist, would he so ardently follow his artist uncle’s misadventures, which eventuate in being a luscious policewoman’s sex toy? If they could redeem their reputations, would the lovers undergoing forcible “re-education” in “The Golden Age” breath so heavily? Would the handsome cop in “East Palace, West Palace” discover his homosexuality if he weren’t such a socially determined straight arrow? Not sex but sensation, with the possibility, however slight, of transcendence, becomes the supreme value for these stories’ characters–a predicament not unlike that of Jake Barnes and company in Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. Ray Olson
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