The House of 1000 Mirrors - 一千面镜子的小屋

 

 

The House of 1000 Mirrors

Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors.

A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."

In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."

All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?

 

一千面镜子的小屋

 

很久以前，在一个遥远的小村庄里，有一个小有名气的镶嵌有一千面镜子的小屋。

 

一只快乐的小狗得知此事，便决定前去拜访。他到达此地后，就欢快地跃上通往屋子门口的台阶。通过门口时，他竖起耳朵，快速地摇晃起自己的尾巴，令他惊讶的是，他发现自己正在注视着屋内的一千只小狗，他们同样地也在快速摇晃着自己的尾巴呢！他一笑，同时也迎来了一千个温馨和友善的微笑。离开这所屋子时，他自然自语地说道，“这真是一个神奇的地方，我会经常到这里来光顾的。"

 

同村里另一只心情郁闷的小狗，也决定去拜访一下千面镜子的小屋。他缓慢地爬上台阶，低着头，无精打采地朝屋里望去，他看到了一千个冷漠的眼神从背后望着他，他向"他们"狂吠着,害怕自己看见一千个小狗在背后朝他咆哮。离开时，他暗想，“那里真是个可拍的地方，这辈子不会再在来了。”

 

世上所有的人都是一面镜子，当你遇见每一个人时，你会流露出一种怎样的表情呢？

 

God Will Save Me - 上帝会救我

God Will Save Me

It had been raining for days and days, and a terrible flood had come over the land. The waters rose so high that one man was forced to climb onto the roof of his house.

As the waters rose higher and higher, a man in a rowboat appeared, and told him to get in. “No,” replied the man on the roof. “I have faith in the Lord, the Lord will save me.” So the man in the rowboat went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.

The waters rose higher and higher, and suddenly a speedboat appeared. “Climb in!” shouted a man in the boat. “No,” replied the man on the roof. “I have faith in the Lord; the Lord will save me.” So the man in the speedboat went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.

The waters continued to rise. A helicopter appeared and over the loudspeaker, the pilot announced he would lower a rope to the man on the roof. “No,” replied the man on the roof. “I have faith in the Lord, the Lord will save me.” So the helicopter went away. The man on the roof prayed for God to save him.

The waters rose higher and higher, and eventually they rose so high that the man on the roof was washed away, and alas, the poor man drowned.

Upon arriving in heaven, the man marched straight over to God. “Heavenly Father,” he said, “I had faith in you, I prayed to you to save me, and yet you did nothing. Why?” God gave him a puzzled look, and replied “I sent you two boats and a helicopter, what more did you expect than that?”



上帝会救我

在某个小村落，下了一场非常大的雨，洪水开始淹没全村，一位神父在教堂里祈祷，眼看洪水已经淹到他跪着的膝盖了。一个救生员驾着舢板来到教堂，跟神父说： “神父，赶快上来吧！不然洪水会把你淹死的！”神父说：“不！我深信上帝会来救我的，你先去救别人好了。”

过了不久，洪水已经淹过神父的胸口了，神父只好勉强站在祭坛上。这时，又有一个警察开着快艇过来，跟神父说：“神父，快上来，不然你真的会被淹死的！”神父说：“不，我要守住我的教堂，我相信上帝一定会来救我的。你还是先去救别人好了。”

又过了一会，洪水已经把整个教堂淹没了，神父只好紧紧抓住教堂顶端的十字架。一架直升飞机缓缓的飞过来，飞行员丢下了绳梯之后大叫：“神父，快上来，这是最后的机会了，我们可不愿意见到你被洪水淹死！！”神父还是意志坚定的说：“不，我要守住我的教堂！上帝一定会来救我的。你还是先去救别人好了。上帝会与我共在的！！”

洪水滚滚而来，固执的神父终于被淹死了……神父上了天堂，见到上帝后很生气的质问：“主啊，我终生奉献自己，战战兢兢的侍奉您，为什么你不肯救我！”上帝说：“我怎么不肯救你？第一次，我派了舢板来救你，你不要，我以为你担心舢板危险；第二次，我又派一只快艇去，你还是不要；第二次，我以国宾的礼仪待你，再派一架直升飞机来救你，结果你还是不愿意接受。所以，我以为你急着想要回到我的身边来，可以好好陪我。”

其实，生命中太多的障碍，皆是由于过度的固执与愚昧的无知所造成。

在别人伸出援手之际，别忘了，惟有我们自己也愿意伸出手来，人家才能帮得上忙的！

A Friend ...

    A Friend ...

   (A)ccepts you as you are
   (B)elieves in "you"
   (C)alls you just to say "HI"
   (D)oesn't give up on you
   (E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts)
   (F)orgives your mistakes
   (G)ives unconditionally
   (H)elps you
   (I)nvites you over
   (J)ust "be" with you
   (K)eeps you close at heart
   (L)oves you for who you are
   (M)akes a difference in your life
   (N)ever Judges
   (O)ffer support
   (P)icks you up
   (Q)uiets your fears
   (R)aises your spirits
   (S)ays nice things about you
   (T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it
   (U)nderstands you
   (V)alues you
   (W)alks beside you
   (X)-plains thing you don't understand
   (Y)ells when you won't listen and
   (Z)aps you back to reality

Why Drink Coconut Water?

Why Drink Coconut Water?

Coconut Water is naturally:
> Low in Carbs
> 99% Fat Free
> Low in sugars

Coconut Water contains organic compounds possessing healthy growth promoting properties that have been known to help:
- Keep the body cool and at the proper temperature
- Orally re-hydrate your body, it is an all natural isotonic beverage
- Carry nutrients and oxygen to cells
- Naturally replenish your body's fluids after exercising
- Raise your metabolism
- Promote weight loss
- Boost your immune system
- Detoxify and fight viruses
- Cleanse your digestive tract
- Control diabetes
- Aid your body in fighting viruses that cause the flu, herpes, and AIDS
- Balance your PH and reduce risk of cancer
- Treat kidney and urethral stones
- Boost poor circulation
 

Coconut Water Information
- complied by John Kohler

The English name coconut, first mentioned in English print in 1555, comes from Spanish and Portugese word coco, which means 'monkey face.' Spanish and Portugese explorers found a resemblance to a monkey's face in the three round indented markings or 'eyes' found at the base of the coconut. On the Nicobar Islands of the Indian Ocean , whole coconuts were used as currency for the purchase of goods until the early part of the twentieth century.

Coconuts are the fruit of the coconut palm, botanically known as cocos nucifera, with nucifera meaning 'nut-bearing.' The fruit-bearing palms are native to Malaysia , Polynesia and southern Asia, and are now also prolific in South America , India , the Pacific Islands , Hawaii and Florida . The light, fibrous husk allowed it to easily drift on the oceans to other areas to propagate.

In Sanskrit, the coconut palm is known as kalpa vriksha, meaning 'tree which gives all that is necessary for living,' since nearly all parts of the tree can be used in some manner or another. The coconut itself has many food uses, including milk, meat, sugar and oil as well as functioning as its own dish and cup. The husk was also burned for fuel by natives, but today a seed fibre called coir is taken from the husk and used to make brushes, mats, fishnets, and rope. A very potent fermented toddy or drink is also made from the coconut palm's sap. Coconut oil, a saturated fat made from dried coconut meat, is used for commercial frying and in candies and margarines, as well as in non-edible products such as soaps and cosmetics.

Although it takes up to a year for coconuts to mature, the trees bloom up to thirteen times a year, so fruit is constantly forming yielding a continuous harvest year-round. An average harvest from one tree runs about 60 coconuts, with some trees yielding three times that amount.

The coconut's name is a bit of a misnomer, since it is botanically classified as a drupe and not a nut. It is the largest seed known.

If you've ever opened a fresh coconut, you will have seen the thin, opaque almost clear coconut juice or water which has a slight almond flavor. Contrary to popular belief, this is not the coconut milk. However, the water is consumed as a drink fresh from the coconut by many, and it can also be used in recipes.

Here is some information about Coconut Water:

'It's a natural isotonic beverage, with the same level of electrolytic balance as we have in our blood. It's the fluid of life, so to speak.' In fact, during the Pacific War of 1941-45, both sides in the conflict regularly used coconut water - siphoned directly from the nut - to give emergency plasma transfusions to wounded soldiers.
 
Most coconut water is still consumed fresh in tropical coastal areas - once exposed to air, the liquid rapidly loses most of its organoleptic and nutritional characteristics, and begins to ferment.
 
Coconut Water is More Nutritious than whole milk - Less fat and NO cholesterol!
 
Coconut Water is More Healthy than Orange Juice - Much lower calories
 
Coconut Water is Better than processed baby milk - It contains lauric acid, which is present in human mother's milk
 
Coconut water is naturally sterile -- Water permeates though the filtering husk!
 
Coconut water is a universal donor -- Its identical to human blood plasma
 
Coconut Water is a Natural Isotonic Beverage - The same level we have in our blood.
 
Coconut water has saved lives in 3rd world countries thru Coconut IV.
 
Coconut water is the very stuff of Nature, biologically Pure, full of Natural Sugars, Salts, and Vitamins to ward off fatigue... and is the next wave of energy drinks yet natural!', according to Mortin Satin, Chielf of the United Nation's Food & Agriculture Organization.
 
Coconut water contains more potassium (at about 294 mg) than most sports drinks (117 mg) and most energy drinks.
 
Coconut water has less sodium (25mg) where sports drinks have around 41mg and energy drinks have about 200 mg!
 
Coconut water has 5mg of Natural Sugars where sports and energy drinks range from 10-25mg of Altered Sugars.
 
Coconut water is very high in Chloride at 118mg, compared to sports drinks at about 39mg.
Data is based on a 100ml drink.
 

Two Drops of Oil - 两滴油

 

 



Two Drops of Oil
 A certain business man sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world.

The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.

The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.

"Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something," said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill."

The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was.

"Well," asked the wise man, "did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? 

Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?"

The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

"Then go back and observe the marvels of my world," said the wise man. "You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house."

"Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail everything he had seen.

"But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?" asked the wise man.

Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.

"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise man. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."


两滴油

有个商人送儿子去跟世上最有智慧的人学习幸福的秘密。

男孩在沙漠中走了四十天，终于看到一座美丽的城堡竖立在山顶。世界上最聪明的人就住在那里。

然而，当这个男孩进入城堡的大厅，他并没有看见什么圣人，而是看到一派繁忙的景象：商人们来来去去，人们聚在角落聊天，一个小型乐队在演奏轻音乐，还有一张摆满美味食物的桌子。原来，圣人在跟每个人说话，男孩要请教他问题，必须等两个小时。

圣人专注地倾听男孩解释到这里来的原因，但是圣人却说他没有时间解释幸福的秘密。他建议男孩在城堡四周逛逛，两个小时后再回来找他。

圣人一边说，一边将一根装着两滴油的汤匙递给男孩，说：「同时，我要请你做一件事，你在四周逛逛的时候，拿着这根汤匙，但是不可以让里面的油溢出来。」

男孩在城堡里走上走下，眼睛却紧盯着汤匙。两个小时之后，他回到圣人身边。

圣人问： 「你有看到挂在餐厅墙上的波斯挂毯吗？你有看到园丁师傅花十年时间设计的花园吗？你有注意到藏书室里的羊皮纸文稿吗？」

男孩很尴尬，坦承什么也没注意到。他唯一关心的是圣人交代他的事情：不要让油从汤匙里溢出来。

圣人说：「那么你再回去欣赏城堡里奇特的东西，如果你不熟悉一个人的房子，你就不能信任他。」

男孩松了一口气，拿起汤匙，再度探索这座城堡。

这次他仔细地观看天花板和墙上的艺术品。他也参观花园，眺望四周的高山，欣赏美丽的花朵，以及圣人高雅品味下精心挑选的每样东西。

男孩一回到圣人面前，就向圣人详述他所看到的每样东西。

圣人问：「但是我托你保管的油在哪里？」

男孩低头看着手中的汤匙，他发现油都不见了。

这个最有智慧的人说：「我只能给你一的建议，幸福的秘密就是观察世界上所有令人惊奇的事物，但是，绝不能忘记汤匙里的油。」

要懂得享受人生，但也不要忘了本分。

A Box of Kisses - 一盒吻

A Box of Kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.  Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.  He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside it?"

The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,"Oh, Daddy, it is not empty.  I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later.  It is told that the father kept that little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.  Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.

There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

 一盒吻

故事发生在很多年前。一个家庭家里经济拮据，当女儿试图用金色包装纸包装一个没用的盒子时，做父亲的大发雷霆，并斥责了她。

第二天早上，小女儿把盒子递到父亲的面前说:“这是送给您的礼物，爸爸。”

父亲顿时围昨天的失态感到惭愧。他打开盒子，却发现里面空空如也，便再一次勃然大怒。他冲着孩子嚷起来:“你不知道送别人礼物的时候，里面要装东西的吗？”

小女儿抬头望着他，眼里噙满了泪水:“哦，爸爸，它不是空的，我把很多个亲吻放进了盒子里。都是给您的，爸爸。”

父亲一下子全明白了，他搂住小女儿，请求她的原谅。

不久之后，一场事故夺去了孩子的生命。据说这个父亲一直把空盒子放在床边，保存了多年。

每当他灰心丧气的时候，就取出一个想象的吻，重温孩子送给她的纯真的爱。。。

我们都曾收过空盒子，里面装满了来自亲人、朋友、孩子或上帝无私的爱与亲吻。

世上没有比这更珍贵的礼物了。不要假装它没有打动你，让我们学会珍惜，再用心把空盒子传递出去。

The Pastor and His Son

The Pastor and His Son

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven-year-old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts.

This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready..'

His Pastor dad asked, 'Ready for what?'

'Dad, it's time we gather our tracts together and go out."

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring down rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to Hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather.'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go? Please?'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.'

'Thanks Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the doorbell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered.

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, this eleven-year-old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the b ell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I
came to give you my very last  Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.'

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit.

As the service began, he asked, 'Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, 'No one in this church knows me. I've never been here before.

You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last! Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.'

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly.

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked, I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you!

The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.' Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see-- -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son... Except for One.

Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

Blessed are your eyes for reading this story.

The Scar - 伤疤

The Scar

A little boy invited his mother to attend his elementary school's first teacher-parent conference. To the little boy's dismay, she said she would go. This would be the first time that his classmates and teacher met his mother and he was embarrassed by her appearance.

Although she was a beautiful woman, there was a severe scar that covered nearly the entire right side of her face. The boy never wanted to talk about why or how she got the scar.

At the conference, the people were impressed by the kindness and natural beauty of his mother despite the scar, but the little boy was still embarrassed and hid himself from everyone. He did, however, get within earshot of a conversation between his mother and his teacher, and heard them speaking.

"How did you get the scar on your face?" the teacher asked.

The mother replied, "When my son was a baby, he was in a room that caught on fire. Everyone was too afraid to go in because the fire was out of control, so I went in. As I was running toward his crib, I saw a beam coming down and I placed myself over him trying to protect him. I was knocked unconscious but fortunately, a fireman came in and saved both of us." She touched the burned side of her face. "This scar will be permanent, but to this day, I have never regretted doing what I did."

At this point, the little boy came out running towards his mother with tears in his eyes. He hugged her and felt an overwhelming sense of the sacrifice that his mother had made for him. He held her hand tightly for the rest of the day.


伤疤

有个小男孩邀请他的母亲去参加学校举办的第一次家长会。令他沮丧的是，妈妈竟然答应去。同学们和老师将是第一次见到妈妈，但是，妈妈的相貌令他感到难堪。虽然母亲非常漂亮，但她整个右脸几乎被一块严重的伤疤覆盖了。小男孩从来不曾想问母亲伤疤的来历。

家长会上，小男孩妈妈的善良和蔼以及天生丽质给人们留下了深刻的印象，没有人在意她脸上的那块伤疤。但是，小男孩却感到局促不安，他藏起来不与人打照面。尽管如此，他还是能听到妈妈和老师的谈话，能听见他们谈话的内容。

“您脸上的伤疤是怎么来的?”老师问道。

小男孩的妈妈答道：“儿子很小的时候，他的房间突然着火了。大家都不敢进去，因为火势失控了。我进去了。就在我跑向他的婴儿床时，我看到一根房梁就要倒下来，我扑到他的床上，想护住他。房梁把我砸晕了。幸运的是，消防员冲了进来，救了我们。"她摸着脸上的伤疤，说："这块伤疤会永远留在脸上，但是直到今天，我从没为我做的事后悔过。”

听到这里，小男孩走了出来，满含热泪奔向妈妈，拥抱着她。母亲为自己作出的牺牲让他内心激动无比。那天后来，小男孩紧抓妈妈的手不曾松过。

Red Marbles - 红弹珠

Red Marbles

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo , Mr. Miller.. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'
'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir.. Jus' admirin' them peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?' asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.'
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.
'Not zackley but almost..'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble.'Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.
With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of product for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'
 
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to  Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that
Mr. Miller had died.

They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket.
 
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary  awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
 
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles... With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
 
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size ......they came to pay their debt.'
 
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.'
 
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
  
The Moral:
We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.
Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath....

红弹珠

我正在百货商店的一个角落里挑选早熟的马铃薯，这时我注意到一个瘦骨凌寻的小男孩，身穿洗得很干净的粗布衣裳，极为卖力地叫卖着一篮子刚摘下的新鲜豌豆。

我买了马铃薯的单了，不过还是被那些新鲜豌豆吸引住了。谁叫我是一个容易被漂亮的豌豆和新鲜的马铃薯所征服的人呢。

心里想着这些豌豆，我不禁听到了一些米勒先生（百货商店的主人）和这个紧挨着我的粗衫男孩之前的对话。
“喂，巴里，今天怎么样啊？”
“你好，米勒先生。托你的福，不错呢，我刚才还在夸赞这些豌豆呢，它们看起来的确不错”。
“是啊，不错。巴林，你妈妈怎么样？”
“还好，比以前好一些啦”。
“那就好，有需要我帮忙的地方吗？”
“哦，没有，先生。我还是继续吆喝我些豌豆去吧”
“你要不要带些回家呀？"米勒先生问道。
“不用了，先生，我可付不起账喔”。
“这样，你有什么可以用来跟我交换那些豌豆的吗？”
“我这儿所有的家当就是我得奖的弹珠了”
“是吗？让我看看”米勒先生说道。
“这就是，它可是上好的弹珠。”
“我看得出来。嗯，只有一个问题便是这个是蓝色的，而我特别想要红色的。你家里有跟这个一样的红色的弹珠吗？”这家店主人问道。
“不会一模一样，不过也差不多”
“听着，把这一袋豌豆带回家吧，下次来的时候把那个红色的弹珠带过来吧”。米勒先生告诉这个男孩。
“一定会的，谢谢你。米勒先生”。

站在附近的米勒太太走过来帮我的忙。

她笑着：我们这个社区还有另个两个像他一样的男孩子，他们三个都是生活在非常贫穷的环境里。当他们回去取来红色的弹珠后，吉姆乐于便宜卖给他们豌豆、苹果、马铃薯等等。他们也经常这样做。当他们下次再来的时候，他便决定他不喜欢红色的了，让他们用绿色或橙色的弹珠换回那些食物。

我暗自笑着离开了那家商店，同时这个男人也给我留下了深深的印象。不久后我便搬到了科罗拉多州。但是我一直没有忘记过这个男人，这些男孩和他们用弹珠易物的故事。

几年过去了，时间的流水冲淡了之前的记忆。前不久我有机会去看一起在爱达荷州社区的一些老朋友，却听说米勒先生已经过世。他们将在那天傍晚举行他的葬礼，我的朋友们也会去。我答应陪他们一同前往。在到达殡仪馆之前，我们排队与亡者的亲人问候，尽力说些话安慰她们。

在队伍的前面，有三个年轻男人。其中一个穿着制服，另外两个理着很不错的发型。穿着黑色的礼服和白色的衬衣。他们看起来都很棒。他们走近镇静而面带微笑着站在她丈夫棺木旁的米勒太太，每个男士都过去拥抱她，亲吻她的脸颊，简短地安慰她后，再站到棺木前。

她泪眼朦胧的淡蓝色眼睛一直追随着他们。他们一个跟着一个，每个年轻人都在遗体前暂停，并伸出自己温暖的手握了握在棺木里的那双已经苍白冰冷的手。然后每一个都木然地离开殡仪馆，还一边擦拭着泪水。

当轮到我们见到米勒太太的时候，我告诉她我是谁，并且跟她提到她曾告诉过我的那个她丈夫用食物换得弹珠的很多年前的故事。她的眼睛一亮，拉着我到棺木前。

“这些都是那三个年轻人留下的，他们就是我曾经跟你提到的那些男孩子。他们刚刚告诉我，他们十分感激吉姆同他们所做的"交换"。而今，当吉姆最终不能再改变对颜色和大小的主意时，他们前来偿还所欠他的东西。”

“我们从来没有做过这世上如此大笔财富的买卖，"她说道，“但是现在，吉姆一定会认为自己是全爱达荷州最富有的人”。

她怀着爱意，轻柔地抬起她已故丈夫的已没有生命力的手指，下面躺着三颗精致无比的闪亮的红色弹珠。

别人不会记得我们所说的话，却会铭记我们的善意，生命并非因我们存在而完整，却在我们结束的那一瞬间而永恒。 
    

你给别人的不一定是他真正想要的

亨特先生是一位富有同情心的绅士，与许多高傲的富翁不同，每次穷人向他乞讨时，他总是乐于施舍，如果时间允许，他还时不时地请那些饥渴难耐的可怜人吃顿便饭。附近的穷人都很尊敬他，那些穷苦的孩子们更是把他当成最好的朋友。 　　

这天，亨特先生在街上散步，忽然听到有人叫他的名字，是一个孩子的声音。他回头一看，瑞安，一个经常找他玩的穷孩子，正在微笑着看着他。 　　

亨特笑了，走过去道：「瑞安，今天没去送牛奶吗？」
「已经送完了，亨特先生。」
「哦，找我有事吗？」
「是的，亨特先生。嗯，是这样的，您可以把那只小电动车送给我吗？就是上星期被我们玩坏了的那只。」瑞安有些忸怩地说。
「哦，可是它已经修不好了，这样，我买一辆新的给你吧。」
瑞安说：「不，亨特先生，我只想要那只旧的，可以吗？」
「不必客气的，可爱的小瑞安。」亨特笑道，「也许你不想玩电动车了？嗯，我那里还有一个崭新的旋转木马，是最新式的玩具，孩子们都喜欢的，要不你拿去吧。」
「不，亨特先生，」瑞安窘得脸都红了，「我只要那只旧的电动车就可以了，它对我很重要。」
「如果你坚持的话，当然可以。我去把那辆旧电动车拿给你。」

一会儿，亨特把电动车拿来交给了瑞安，瑞安向他道过谢，快乐地跑开了。 　　

回到家中，亨特把这件事当成趣谈告诉给妻子听。 「真是个奇怪的孩子。」他最后说。

妻子听完，沉思了一阵，说：「先不要说他奇怪呀，或许，那确实是有原因的呢。」

「什么原因呢，不要新的，却喜欢旧的？」亨特想了一阵，便去忙别的事了。 　　

几天后，亨特在街上又遇到瑞安。瑞安再次为那天的事道谢。亨特笑道：「不必客气的，小家伙。不过，我可以问一下吗？你要它做什么用呢？它已经不能动了。」

「是这样的，亨特先生。前几天是弟弟的生日，而他那辆遥控坦克昨天坏掉了，我想把电动车上的零件拆下来，把小坦克修好，这样他会很高兴的。结果确实如此。」瑞安的笑容像阳光一样灿烂。 　　

「可是，送给他一辆新的不是更好吗？我说过可以买一辆新的送给你。」

「不一样的，亨特先生。那辆遥控坦克是弟弟五岁生日时，爸爸送给他的礼物，是他最喜欢的玩具呢。我把它修好后，弟弟一整天都很高兴，抱着它不肯放手，连姐姐给他买的新玩具都几乎没玩呢。」


很多时候，我们在表示对某人友善时，总喜欢把自己最好的东西给他~~
可是我们却忘了，那也许并不是他最需要的东西~~

Don't Wait For That Brick To Be Thrown

The Brick

A young and successful executive was travelling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"

The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.

A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message:

"Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It's our choice to listen or not.

生命中的砖头

有一位开着新Jaguar的年轻总裁，经过住宅区的巷道的他被一个小朋友丢了一块砖头打到了车门。
他很生气的踩了煞车并後退到砖头丢出来的地方。他跳出车外 抓了那个小孩把他顶在车门上说：“你为什麽这样做，你知道你刚刚做了什麽吗？”接着又吼道：“你知不知道你要赔多少钱来修理这台新车，你到底为什麽要这样做？”

小孩子求着说：“先生，对不起，我不知道我还能怎麽办？我丢砖块是因为没有人停下来。”
小朋友一边说一边眼泪从脸颊落到车门上，他接着说：“因为我哥哥从轮椅上掉下来，我没办法把他抬回去。”
那男孩啜泣着说：“你可以帮我把他抬回去吗？他受伤了，而且他太重了我抱不动。”

这些话让年轻总裁深受感动，他抱起男孩受伤的哥哥 帮他坐回轮椅上，并拿出手帕擦拭他哥哥的伤口，确定他哥哥没有什么大问题。

那个小男孩感激地说：“谢谢你，先生，上帝保佑你。”

然后他看着男孩推着他哥哥回去。

年轻总裁慢慢地、慢慢地走回车上。他决定不修它了。他要让那个凹洞时时提醒自己。

“不要等周遭的人丢砖块过来了，自己才注意到生命的脚步已走得过快。”

当生命想与你的心灵窃窃私语时，若你没有时间。你有两种选择：倾听你心灵的声音或让砖头来砸你！重新思考着老问题：是否曾因为生活太快、太忙碌而忽略了我所爱的人。然后让他们开始怀疑起我是不是真的爱他们呢？

A Miracle For A Dollar and Eleven Cents - 购买奇迹

 

A Miracle For A Dollar and Eleven Cents

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting  for a reply to his question.

'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick ... and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.'

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?' 'I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up. 'I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.'

'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago.  'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly. 'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'

'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.' He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents.  Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little child.


购买奇迹

坚定的信念能够创造奇迹!

一个8岁的孩子听到她的父母正在谈论她的小弟弟。她只知道他病得非常利害，但是，父母没钱为他医治。他们正准备搬到一所小一点的房子里去住，因为支付了医药费之后，他们已付不起现在的这所房子的房租。现在，只有一个费用昂贵的手术，才能救她的小弟弟的命。但是，他们借不到钱。

当她听到爸爸绝望地低声对眼中含着泪的妈妈说“现在，只有奇迹才能救他了”的时候，这个小女孩回到她的卧室里，把藏在壁橱里的猪形储蓄罐拿出来。她把里面的零钱全部拿出来倒在地板上，仔细的数了数。然后，她把这个宝贵的储蓄罐紧紧地抱在怀里，从后门溜出去，走过6个街区，来到一家药店里。她从她的储蓄罐里拿出一个25美分的硬币，放在玻璃柜台上。

“你想要什么?”药剂师问。

“我是来为我的小弟弟买药的，”小女孩回答道，

“他病得很厉害，我想为他买一个奇迹。”

“你说什么？”药剂师问。

“她叫安德鲁，他的脑子里长了一个东西，我爸爸说只有奇迹才能救他。那么，一个奇迹需要多少钱?”

“我们这里不卖奇迹，孩子。我很抱歉。”药剂师说完后，伤心地对小女孩笑了笑。

“我有钱买它，如果这些钱不够，我还可以想办法再多弄些钱，只要你告诉我奇迹需要多少钱。”

此时，药店里还有一位衣着考究的顾客。他俯下身，问这个小女孩：“你的弟弟需要什么样的奇迹?”

“我不知道。”她抬起泪眼模糊的双眸看着他，“他病得很重，妈咪说他需要手术。但是爸爸付不起手术费，他说只有奇迹才能救我弟弟，所以我把攒下来的钱全部都拿来买奇迹了。”

“你有多少钱?”那人问。

“1美元11美分，不过我还可以想办法多弄到一些钱。”她的声音轻得几乎听不见。

“噢，真是巧极了．”那人微笑着说，“1美元11美分——这正好是为你的小弟弟购买奇迹的钱。”

他一只手接过她的钱，另一只手牵起她的小手。他说：“带我到你家里去，我想看看你的小弟弟，见见你的父母。让我们来看一看我是不是有你需要的那个奇迹。”

那位衣着考究的绅士就是专攻神经外科的外科医生卡尔顿?阿姆斯特朗。手术完全是免费的。手术后没多久，安德鲁就回家了，很快恢复了健康。

“那个手术，”她的妈妈轻声说，“真是一个奇迹。我想知道它到底值多少钱?”

小女孩微笑了。她知道这个奇迹的确切价格：1美元11美分，加上一个小女孩坚定的信念。

The Three Question Personality Test

Blogthings - "The three Question Personality Test" Quiz

 

***Your Personality Is Rational (NT)***

You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.
You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!

Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.
In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.

You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.
Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.

In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.

At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.

With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.

As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.

On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.

    

What Kind of Bagel Are You?

 

Blogthings - "What Kind of Bagel Are You?" Quiz

 

Are you a virtuous whole wheat bagel? Or a funky blueberry bagel?

***You Are a Cinnamon Raisin Bagel***

You are warm, loving, and genuinely selfless.

You enjoy comforting other people, and you easily fall into the roll of caretaker.

Of all the types, you're the most likely to be an excellent cook.

You tend to have something delicious for breakfast that you've cooked up for everyone.

Laundry Tips

 

**==> L a u n d r y ~ T i p s  <==**


White vinegar:
Eliminate soap residue by adding 1 cup of white vinegar to the washer's final rinse.
Vinegar also breaks down uric acid, so adding 1 cup vinegar to the rinse water is especially good for babies' clothes.
To get wool and cotton blankets soft and fluffy as new, add 2 cups white vinegar to a full tub of rinse water.


Baking soda:
1/4 to 1/2 cup baking soda per wash load makes clothes feel soft and smell fresh.
You can cut the amount of chlorine bleach used in your wash by half when you add 1/2 cup baking soda to top loading machines or 1/4 cup to front loaders.


To whiten yellowed silk or wool:
Mix 1 tablespoon white vinegar in 1 pint of water.
Sponge with this solution and rinse.
Wash as usual.


Chocolate stains:
Use club soda.
Soak stain with club soda before washing.


Cola stains:
Use white vinegar.
Apply undiluted vinegar directly to the stain within 24 hours.
Wash as usual.


Perspiration stain:
Sponge stains with a weak solution of white vinegar or lemon juice.


To remove smoky odor from clothes:
Fill your bathtub with hot water.
Add 1 cup white vinegar.
Hang garments above the steaming bath water.


Cornstarch:
For homemade laundry starch, dissolve 1 tablespoon cornstarch in 1 pint cold water.
Place in a spray bottle.
Shake before using.
Clearly label the contents of the spray bottle.

哈雷妈妈（2005）

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Music
Genre:	Indie Music
Artist:	陈小霞

最近因正在搬家，所以翻箱倒柜地整理东西，才惊觉发现我竟然有那么多的CD/VCD，有些忘了重复买了又买，有好些都还没听过或看过的。

就如这张大概是三、四年前发行，陈小霞的“哈雷妈妈”创作专辑吧。我想只听了几次就忘记搁在哪个角落了，现在寻获再次重听，还是那么回味无穷。

不必多介绍大家也认识陈小霞这位知名音乐女作家。她制作过歌曲数不尽，如王菲的“曖昧”，陳奕迅的“十年”、“谢谢”，林良乐的 “溫柔的慈悲”，莫文蔚的"他不愛我", 南方二重唱的"不告而別”，等等都是经典歌曲，到最近郭静的“在树上唱歌”，陈小霞创作的歌曲感动了许多人，也捧红了许多天王天后。

专辑的封面照，是陈小霞与当时18岁的女儿一同拍的照片，十分温馨。专辑取名为“哈雷妈妈”，据了解，“哈雷”代表着某种自我坚持与勇于尝试，“妈妈”代表着温柔的关怀与对生命的热爱。合之“哈雷妈妈”便是在回忆之中获得抚慰，学习勇敢，懂得感激、继续热爱。这也是陈小霞专辑取名“哈雷妈妈”的重要意念。

陈小霞的声音与另一个唱作歌手陈冠倩类似，低沉中带些沙哑，以吟唱式的唱法，有点懒散又舒服的感觉。

喜欢这两首曾发生在你我身上的故事的歌曲，都带点伤感：再也找不回遥远一张张纯真童年的脸的“查无此人”和“想欲返去”中寻找十六岁的快乐。

这首“猫”的曲子与编曲，非常的特殊，开始和结尾以钢琴来演绎那只“圆圆的屁股肥肥的脚营养太好”猫咪一惯的从容懒散，在恰好不过了。

喜欢的歌曲：暗舞、查无此人、想欲返去（闽南语）、猫

专辑歌曲列表：

.01. 苦果
.02. 暗舞
.03. 查无此人
.04. 哈雷妈妈
.05. 天使的侧脸
.06. 心疼
.07. 清楚
.08. 十三岁半
.09. 想欲返去
.10. 陌生小镇
.11. 猫

猫
词:李子恒　曲:陈小霞　

有一只猫她正在长高什么都想咬　
圆圆的屁股肥肥的脚营养太好
她望着窗外的野猫跳过那古堡　
她小小瞳孔开始放大竖起黑毛
飞岩走壁多逍遥这窗内太无聊　
那堡的神话诱惑着小猫
一只期待长大的小猫

跳上了屋顶开始她轻狂的年少　
瘦瘦的脸颊吃得再糟也不弯腰
她翻过一道又一道荒芜的墙角　
她看着远方突然感觉有点寂廖
太多自由却让它往黑暗牢里跳　
有月亮就不睡觉执迷的野猫
一只寻寻觅觅的野猫

穿过生命的圈套她突然被套牢
不管结果好不好再变不回小猫　
终究要变成一只老猫
终于这只猫看起来有一点苍老　
旧伤疤旁边长了一层灰白的毛
她冷眼看着窗外的猫在耍什么宝　
她眯着眼睛心里暗笑其实我了
低头黏一黏小猫品尝生命味道
抬头看看白云飘沉默的老猫　
一只不再流浪的老猫
一只开始会笑的老猫


查无此人

作词:姚若龙
作曲:陈小霞
编曲:洪晟文

寄一份问候给远方的童年
想念那张满是纯真的脸
可以哭过就笑从不曾算计
幸福离的多遥远
寄一份心情给久违的青春
想念那个敢爱敢恨的人
相信忠于感觉会快乐一些
宁可受伤不肯说谎言
查无此人他们说查无此人
童年只剩一张黑白的照片
提醒我在逃离保护以前
我有过一个简单
却又美好的世界
查无此人他们说查无此人
青春只剩一段未完的爱恋
偶而像被风卷起的黄叶
落在心口上像一滴
被忍住的泪

查无此人


暗舞


想欲返去


哈雷妈妈的官方网站：http://harleymama.gogorock.com/

慢慢等（2009）

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Music
Genre:	Indie Music
Artist:	韦礼安

韦礼安在台湾也是另一个歌唱比赛出身，拿了冠军之后，他选择了继续学业，是位相当有潜质的创作人。

韦礼安这名字对经常在网上听创作歌曲的朋友们来说，或许应该不会感到陌生。韦礼安自2006年在著名的创作人聚集的网站streetvoice上，开始上传自己的创作作品，引起广大迴响，成绩斐然。至目前为止作品已累积了100多首，其中还包括了许多他曾替好些歌手，如刘若英、范玮琪、张韶涵、郭静，等写过的歌。

原本因为喜欢这EP的简单封面，喜欢那只小鸟，喜欢听创作歌曲，所以买了这张韦礼安weibird首张个人全创“慢慢等” EP。后来一听之下，更加喜欢他的声音，他的创作才华。

他的音质十分特殊，听了很舒服，很顺耳。对于转音的技巧掌握得相当好。尤其在“好天气”这首歌里，他的转音传音唱功，表现得一览无遗，十分的出色。

这张EP，收录两首网友最喜爱的创作曲“慢慢等”、“好天气”和5首创作DEMO版，包括了曾替其他歌手所写的歌的DEMO版）。

专辑歌曲列表：

.01. 慢慢等
.02. 好天气
创作Demo
.01. 慢慢等 (Demo)
.02. 好天气 (Demo)
.03. 知道 (Demo)
.04. 小眼睛 (Demo)
.05. 重来 (Demo曲名：高丽菜)

韦礼安官方网站 http://www.weibird.com


慢慢等


好天气

LaLa徐佳莹 首张创作专辑 （2009）

Rating:	★★★
Category:	Music
Genre:	Indie Music
Artist:	徐佳莹

我购买这张专辑春纯粹是因我看到“首张创作专辑”和那张清纯的脸蛋。后来才获悉她是台湾超级星光大道第三季总冠军得主，LaLa徐佳莹。2009年以创作才女之姿态推出首张创作专辑。

徐佳莹虽然娇小玲珑，但声线却非常嘹亮清澈。曲式上，主歌節奏步調通常較快，副歌則多為明朗。

专辑中，印象比较深刻的就是“身骑白马”这一首歌。歌曲间中一段穿插以闽南语唱出，融入了台湾歌仔戏的元素，相当耳目一新，充满了地方色彩。

“没锁门”是MSN10周年形象主题曲，相当轻快而歌词带调皮的一首歌曲。喜欢歌词中的“不必下跪也能orz”。

"失落沙洲" 和“一样的月光”是LaLa难得的抒情歌曲。旋律十分悦耳动听。"失落沙洲" 叙述的是失恋的心情，而“一样的月光”是叙述初恋的心情。觉得这两首歌曲，如果能再注入多一些些power在副歌部分，唱得更放一点，融入多一点感情在里头，更会把失落与心慌的感觉呈现出来，那会更触动人心。

但不可否认，她的创作是受到肯定，希望以后能再接再厉带来更多的创作能量和音乐原始的感动，呈现给大家更优越的创作音乐与惊喜。

喜欢的歌曲：失落沙洲，一样的月光，身骑白马，没锁门

专辑歌曲列表：

.01. 喔伊细
.02. 圆舞曲
.03. VIP
.04. 失落沙洲
.05. 白旗
.06. 身骑白马
.07. 一样的月光
.08. 明知故犯
.09. 出口
.10. 哼情歌
.11. 没锁门

身骑白马


失落沙洲

城市 （2009）

Rating:	★★★★
Category:	Music
Genre:	Indie Music
Artist:	张悬

这是一张记录时代的专辑，也是在时代里被记录的一张专辑。这也是张悬目前较成熟

一直以来，张悬与别的歌手不同，或许是因为她很清楚她要的是什么。和上两张专辑截然不同，张悬这次找來身边几个好夥伴，Base - 鸡毛，Guitar - 衫特，Drum - 凯同，组织了Algae乐团，做一些不同于浅谈清唱而是接近摇滚乐的专辑。就只因为单纯的喜欢音乐，他们花了八个月的时间，一手包办所有的词曲，编曲，制作，专心筹备录制完成了这一张属于他们Algae“城市”的专辑。

其实我不太喜欢听摇滚歌曲，总觉得好好的一把声音，被HeavyMetal给掩盖了，很可惜。但无可厚非，的确很佩服与欣赏她的文字创作，一遍一遍的反复仔仔细细聆听每一首歌的歌词后，深深地被打动，因我们都生活在同一个时代里，所以多多少少她很贴切地道出了我们的生活心情写照。

但这首带点摇滚曲风的“Beautiful Woman”，我却超喜爱。很轻快，很有自由的感觉，虽然是因同志朋友而产生创作这首歌的灵感，但歌曲却没刻意宣导或宣传什么，只是轻描淡写地唱出城市里应该追逐的“认同与爱”。

我还是喜欢“南国的孩子”这类的歌曲。歌里采用简简单单的吉他伴奏，轻描淡写地道出那些满怀抱负，从异地来到城市打工的年轻人的心声。

“巷口”是一首尝试以钢琴伴奏，温柔及优美的歌曲。歌中似乎感觉到有种对生活的无奈与失落的心情。喜欢歌词中这一句“孤独中的快乐不能用来解决失落”。

喜欢的歌曲：关于我爱你，Beautiful Woman，南国的孩子，巷口

专辑歌曲列表：

.01. 关于我爱你
.02. Beautiful Woman
.03. selling
.04. 南国的孩子
.05. 岛屿云烟
.06. 就在
.07. Stay-牡蛎之歌
.08. 城市
.09. Love，New Year
.10. 巷口


关于我爱你



南国的孩子