今天早晨7点被一阵阵的绞痛痛醒。

止疼药？没有。

即使有我也不会吃。

我决定转移自己的注意力。这一直是一个很有效的办法！

吃了简单的早餐，洗了晾了床单，吸了房间的地毯。刚刚又做了菜粥，放了很少的盐，非常非常清淡的那种。米粒们被我熬啊熬成了粥，暖暖的含下，是该对自己的胃温柔一点的时候了。

现在我正坐在朝阳的窗户前，任凭电脑的黑色外壳吸收着被很稀薄的南半球臭氧层过滤稀释后的太阳的光和热，敲着同样是黑色的键盘······话说此时那疼痛真的减轻许多。

 

我们都经历过大大小小的痛：无意中被别人踩到脚趾的痛，去医院被实习护士扎针时的痛，没有做好准备活动就运动后肌肉抽筋的痛，女孩子大姨妈拜访时的痛，男孩子打架后触碰到淤青时的痛，学习工作动了太多脑筋后的头痛，我们的妈妈在生下我们时候的痛，我们的爸爸不再是个小伙子而上了年纪后的腰痛，还有些人的心脏会时不时疼痛······

说道心痛，除了心脏本身不太好的病人，我们非常健康的心脏不是也曾经大大小小地痛过：

落榜了？被炒了？被骗了？失恋了？失手了？错过了？后悔了？......

 

孟子他老人家说过：

“故天将降大任于斯人也，必先苦其心志，劳其筋骨，饿其体肤，空乏其身，行拂乱其所为，所以动心忍性，曾益其所不能。”

所以吧，你我若对照着看看，在经历了大大小小的痛之后，是不是意味着“大任”真的很快就会向我们奔来了？！再加上可以“动心忍性，曾益其所不能”！再多痛也值了~

快了，快了……

 

 

 

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. Edgar Allan Poe

这个世界真是愈发得疯狂

连狗*都会发神经

 

晕

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IB了

穿校服了

打领带了

不自在了

同学来了

老师见了

介绍过了

也都忘了

 

IB了

不一样了

功课来了

有责任了

 

中文没了

sloting了

胡萝卜了

detention 了

 

IB了

不一样了

全都变了

认不得了