THIS IS IT

Just watched the last show of MJ “This Is It”, I could feel that I was deeply touched and it's amazing.

No matter any single step of performance, single note of music, any song, any action of dance, movement, background music, tempo, guitar, rhythm or atmosphere, I can feel that he’s trying as hard as any singer can do to bring, perhaps, the best show of his life to the world. He’s really a music genius, always inspire people not only by his talents in music but also his integrity, perfectionism, patience and humbleness, making everything to be perfect, bringing the best to audiences and his fans. That’s what a best singer should have, he possesses it and even to fullest extent. He’s indisputably a music genius, he knows every single change of his song and music, to bring an all-new feel to audiences, he always brings up creative ideas on stage to make his show looks more creative and unique. I can see that, his music, his show and himself, will be timeless no matter how many year passes.

It’s really a big loss no matter for the world or God without letting him to perform his last show, it could be considered the best show I’ve ever seen. The message he wants to bring to the world is to bring the LOVE to the world once again, to bring the awareness to the world to take good care of our natural environment as this is last and unique gift from God, we’re blessed, the only way to treasure the gift is to love it. He also says that he loves the planet we live, the ocean, the greenery, tree and everything, he loves the changing colour of leaf and respect the nature because it's amazing but, unfortunately, it's dying now. The wrong message in our mind is "take care of our environment is other's matter", but, who's the one? Actually we're the one, it should start from us but no other.

He’s genius and brightest ever superstar in the world no matter now and then, however, he’s unbelievably humble especially the way he speaks to everyone. What he always says from the show are just “thank you”, “God bless you”, I love you” and “that’s great”. Can you see such a superstar of the world can be that humble to anyone that’s entirely different from any other superstars do?

Every dancer, worker, singer and crew of his show are the top and best performers from all around the world are selectively filtered for his breathtaking concert feeling so proud and moved to be one of the performers of MJ’s show. MJ inspires everyone of the world for at least two generations for over 20 years on the stage. He’s world reknown music genius, to perform on the stage with MJ is the dream of every dancer and singer in the world, to dance and sing with the King of Pop, they feel like they’ve already reached the peak of their life and career. And they'll be named after MJ in history.

When he’s singing the most famous songs “Beat It”, “Billie Jean” and one of the songs of Jackson 5 “I’ll be there”, I was really touched by his voice. If flower needs water, human needs love, cooking needs heart, his songs are fully filled with his love to the world.

Undeniably, he’s left the world, however, his love to the world is everlasting because he’s the King of Pop forever.

~love lives forever~

天下有情人

天下有情人
词:林夕曲:周华健编曲:洪敬尧
演唱:周华健齐豫
合:爱怎么做怎么错怎么看怎么难怎么教人死生相随
爱是一种不能说只能尝的滋味试过以后不醉不归
等到红颜憔悴它却依然如此完美
等到什么时候我们才能够体会
合:爱是一朵六月天飘下来的雪花还没结果已经枯萎
爱是一种擦不乾烧不完的眼泪还没凝固已经成灰
等到情丝吐尽它才出现那一回
等到红尘残碎它才让人双宿双飞
有谁懂得个中滋味
周:爱是迷迷糊糊天地初开的时候那已经盛放的玫瑰
齐:爱是踏破红尘望穿秋水只因为爱过的人不说后悔
周:爱是一生一世一次一次的轮回不管在东南和西北
齐:爱是一段一段一丝一丝的是非合:教有情人再不能够说再会


第一次听到这首歌的时候全身的毛孔几乎都站起来了，不是因为难听，而是这首歌真的像天籁一样的美丽。一定要提一提的是词出自香港天王天后御用写词人林夕的鬼斧神工，曲则出自周华建。这原本是香港无线拍摄的金庸武侠巨著《神雕侠侣》的主题曲。单看词就让人震撼，这世上尽然有人能够写出如此惊心动魄美丽如画的词来描写神雕大侠杨过与小龙女这段可歌可泣让人痛哭流涕却又惊世骇俗的爱情。活在现在这个火箭时代什么都讲速度，相恋到分手跟吃顿饭一样快的年代可能已经没有人能理解爱到底是地球产物还是外星人不小心留在地球的东西。

多年前年少轻狂的我曾经就同性恋的课题在forum同其他人掀起精彩舌战，对方是报持坚决反对的态度，而我则转载了这首歌词上去，诉说既然爱情可以跨越时间、空间、距离、世俗的眼光，那为什么不包括性别呢？爱就是爱上了就从来不说后悔不说再会的。我的音乐老师也曾经说过，我们现代的年轻人又怎么能够了解以前的人对爱的执著？他引述了一段歌词大概是如此“爱是一条手帕拭我的泪，擦你的血”，当时很多人说这样好像不是很卫生，可是想想真正的爱就算流多少血多少泪又有谁会在乎呢？

从小就沉浸在金庸大侠的武侠小说世界里的我却完全可以理解那段“问世间情为何物，直叫人生死相许”的恋情。虽然遭世人极力反对甚至用尽手段迫害打压，可是真正的感情却被这些险阻困难锻炼得更加坚强。真正的爱情跨越时间、空间、距离、阻隔，十六年的痴等最后终于能见到自己就算舍去性命也要拼死守护的人。爱情不是三言两语，不是只字片言，看了神雕侠侣才能知道，爱其实是生死相许、爱是等到红尘残碎它们依然完美、爱哪怕是一生一世一次一次的轮回有情人永远不会说后悔永远不会说再会。
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以下所附加的是中国所拍摄的《神雕侠侣》由黄晓明和刘亦菲主演张靓颖演唱主题曲的《天下无双》新旧版的主题曲同样让人心碎。短片中的杨过就算成为名扬天下的神雕大侠，无论在广阔的荒漠上还是高手如云的武林都能潇洒仗剑行走江湖，可是如果没有小龙女的相伴，纵然天下之大，斯人独憔悴又能去何处呢？如果有你相伴，无垠荒漠，仗剑而行，也是甜蜜的流浪。

天下无双

演唱：张靓颖

穿越红尘的悲欢惆怅
和你贴心的流浪
刺透遍野的青山和荒凉
有你的梦伴着花香飞翔
今生因你痴狂此爱天下无双
剑的影子水的波光
只是过往是过往
今生因你痴狂此爱天下无双
啊.....
如果还有贴心的流浪
枯萎了容颜难以忘
难遗忘……

荒漠的夜晚

不知为什么，从小到大我就很容易被很多的片尾曲所感动，可能就像我喜欢夕阳一样，所有事物的结束都会让我感慨。尤记得小时候每次周末放学回家总有数不完的卡通片可以观看，只要吃饱了午饭就可以舒服的坐下来欣赏卡通片。我从小到大所观看的卡通片几乎全部都是日本的卡通片，日本卡通片不论是剧情、画工还是配乐几乎都是无懈可击的，从主题曲、故事主线、旁线、背景配乐到插曲、片尾曲都经过精心设计，所以我喜欢的大多都是日本卡通片的片尾曲。以前以为看过了听过了的片尾曲就只能永远把它留在美好的记忆里再也找不到了，可是多亏了Youtube让我又可以重温旧梦那些让我心碎的歌曲。


下面分享的是我喜爱的卡通片《海贼王》的片尾曲Glory 歌手Speed之一的上原多香子。一开始在广阔无垠的荒漠上只有比比公主和卡鲁鸭孤独的矗立在风沙吹拂的夜晚，担心着她的祖国阿拉巴斯坦的安危下，眼前的风沙模糊了地平线，在广大的荒漠的夜晚，只有自己孤独一人，四周极目远望似乎没有尽头，疲倦的心不知几时可以找到避风的港湾，几乎要被这种无力与无助击退。可是就在心降到冰点，夜最黑的时候，路飞一行人出现了，这一刻东方开始泛白露出第一丝曙光，带来消失已久的温暖。有他们的陪伴，终于再次鼓起勇气踏上艰难的旅程，因为他们是伙伴。

人生在世，有许多的风风雨雨险阻困难，人情冷暖，我们每个人其实孤独的站在冷风刺骨的荒漠在漆黑的夜晚。告诉自己要坚强的继续旅程，可是却那么的孤独和沮丧，朋友就像是这时的温暖曙光，陪伴你坚强，就因为有了伙伴，所以旅程不再孤单。

我的部落格

写部落格对我来说一直像是写日记一样，从一千到现在对写日记的概念就是一支笔，一本厚厚的日记本，一页一页的白纸被手中的笔写下的一字一句覆盖了，就像刚出生的婴儿一样头脑一片空白，可是随着时间的流逝，人长大了，经历的风风雨雨是是非非变成了名可心里不可磨灭的记忆，把它一字一句的写下来，虽然寥寥数字，但字里行间却蕴藏了对少的故事。写日记在我印象中就是如此刻板单调，纸、笔和写故事的人，或者是偶尔夹杂在日记本里的照片而已。可是由于科技和网际网络的发达，写日记已经变得不单纯，除了手指敲动的键盘取代了手中的笔，电脑银幕取代了泛黄的纸，让全世界每一个人都可以分享你生活的点点滴滴的部落格也可以让你随意的永远留住你喜爱的所有照片，现在还可以分享所有你喜欢的短片。本来单调的书写方式已经被淘汰，任何人可以自己编写属于自己的“有声书日记”，任何感人肺腑或让你痛哭流涕的音乐或短片都可以和文字一起出现在部落格上。

回想以前每当聆听一首触动我心弦的歌曲或是音乐，还是看了一出让我痛哭流涕的影片或短片，我能写在日记里的就只是那模糊的印象和感觉，从来没有想过终于有一天我喜欢的短片和感动我的音乐可以和我的文字一起出现在一个版面里，这种感觉有些百感交集，但现在的小学中学朋友可能会笑我是不是从山洞出来的人类，这些都是理所当然的功能，有什么好感动的？不管任何人怎么说，这就是我从小到大的生活方式，对任何所有看过的短片、故事、音乐，只有曾经感动过我的，我都想要把它保存起来，因为那可能就是我存在在那一个时空（时间和空间）才会有的感觉和悸动。所以今天从Youtube搜寻了许多曾经让我感动过的短片和音乐，一次过把他们都放进我的日记本里，变成我生命曾经走过的每一段路的美好回忆。

不期然

不期然 又走在那条路上
下过雨 天很蓝
像是沉浸在一杯名叫“夏威夷”的蓝色香槟里
在黄昏时刻浅尝

路灯闪亮迷茫的光
仿佛时空这一刻为谁停止流转
宁静如一池湖水
我此刻迷惘
暮色 夕阳
交织成深刻回忆的照片泛黄
湿润空气弥漫
刹那 冰轮西斜
遍地银光
是谁再次触动心弦
那一个失眠的夜晚

Lonely Journey-Chp4

Back to the real world from the flashback.

“10 years passed,” she suddenly became solemn, “how could you never ever call me after graduation?” She asked a bit angrily. “You promised me, you’d call me and we’d keep contact even after graduation no matter where we were, but…how come…past 10 years…I lost your contact.” She asked disappointedly, and I could however feel the deep disappointment for the past 10 years.

The tears rolling in her eyes.

“I…I’m so sorry about that,” I was in speechless stun, never did I expect, to my surprise, losing contact with her for 10 years could be a huge regret for me, maybe, for the rest of my life, however, I only came to know that it should be both of us.

“Listen to me, I never ever mean not to contact you after our graduation ceremony,” I tried to calm down myself, but, it seemed that I failed, my speech looked as if a guy trying to explain to his girlfriend how could he come to their appointment an hour late, but mine could be even worse, ten year.

“On the day after our graduation ceremony, I wrote down your address as well as your house number,” it made me recall an unhappy experience, I continued, “I kept everything in my treasure box, to which I treated like my real treasure chest, however, after the tour with my cousin, my parents decided to move house and threw away all those things they deemed unnecessary including my treasure box.” My tone turned to be more emotional and mixed with my deep disappointment.

“I tried to look for my treasure box as it’s not the place I keep your contact and address, but my autograph album with all my friends’ contacts and… our precious memory,” I stopped awhile and continued, “I cried…”, my tone turned to be lower as if I wanted to sob, “the tried my best to look back my friend, however, it’s a prank from God, I lost…I lost all the contacts of my dear friends, and…you.” I looked at her glittering eyes with sincerity.

“And…and how, then…?” She was shocked in disbelief after listened my dramatic story to which full of ups and downs. “I never ever mean not to contact you,” I stepped toward her and held on her shoulders, looking at her innocent eyes. “On the other hand, losing your contact is my biggest regret in my life.” She’s surprised, what I did was exactly like a guy tried his best to explain to his girlfriend to beg for forgiveness, and, she’s just met me all of a sudden after 10 years departure, everything sounded weird but fantastic.

(to be continued)

寄一封没有地址的信

又在孤独的遥望窗外的风景
又在这个晚霞醉人的夕阳下想念起你
东边的天渐渐被暮色染成深海的蓝
西边的天空只剩单单霞光
微风轻荡
远处的雨树落叶纷纷
勾勒出一幅孤单萧瑟的秋天图
暮色渐渐浓郁 凉意渐寒
抬头仰望 星光灿烂
晚风轻轻吹拂世界每一个角落
它能把我对你的思念悄悄吹落到你的窗前吗
在世界的另一端，你是否也和我一样
在落叶的季节里，想念起我们过去的点点滴滴
一起走过的小径
一起哼过的歌曲
一起流泪的电影
一起看过的风景
一起微笑的合照
一起度过的每一分每一秒和所有的曾经
虽然现在已经变成曾经
但是每当回想起你
唯一不能忘记的就是那份牵绊至来世也无法忘记
你给的温暖

Lonely Journey-Chp3

“Ok, goodbye,” the conversation was just finished, she ended the call, smiled, returned my handphone and $10 note.
“Are… are you, Shee…Shee…na…na?” I asked cowardly without any confidence, God knew I was just like a clown at that moment.
However, to my surprise, a straight “NO” spit out from her mouth, with confidence and a bit of humor, followed by a soft chuckle.

“Did…didn’t you tell your friend that your name is Sheena just…just now?” I was totally confused, “Am I out of my mind?” I asked again to confirm with confusing face and full of question marks above my head.

Scratching my head in disbelief.

“Yes,” she paused, “Em…I mean…my name is Sheena, but not Shee…Shee…na…na,” she pretended to stammer her name in the clumsy way like how I did just now and followed by another chuckle. Her smile was like the wind of spring, heartwarming and approachable.

Watching her smile, about a few minutes only I could get back from the deep confusion to the real world.

“Haha, you’re still that naughty,” I laughed warmly like I’ve been knowing her for years.

“I’m still that naughty?” She asked confusedly this time and stared at me, “but I don’t know…you.”

“You know me,” I carried on with confidence, “you know me for many years than you can remember ‘Little Monitor’,” I called her in a gentle way like how I called her in primary school.

Confused but finally figured out, she screamed: “How could you…? But….” From her face I could read the excitement, disbelief mixing with happiness. “Are…you Sean?” She tried to calm down herself before asking me the question. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you again Little Monitor,” I greeted her like how I called her when we’re in primary school.

It’s really out of the blue to encounter her in my “lonely journey”. She could be my childhood sweetheart in primary school class while she’s the monitor, but, she’s the shortest among our class. To control the so-called “devil class” she needed to shout at our class but nobody cared. Disappointed and sad, she would have given up to be the monitor, but, I, another naughty boy among the class felt that she couldn’t just leave the post vacant like that, I volunteered myself to be her assistant. I called her “Little Monitor” just because of her tiny-sized body. With the effort of both of us, our class won the award of the best disciplined class soon. In the midst of the class, we’d always pass the message through a piece of note, like other childhood sweetheart, the relationship slowly ignited chemistry between us.

(To be continued)

Lonely Journey-Chp2

“Hello Sir, could you…could you lend me your…hand…phone?” she shyly asked.

I was in speechless stun, I remained few seconds calm like I was just recovered from the lightning shock, that made her shier.

Took a deep but short breath, she shyly asked again, “sorry, am I too…harsh? Could you please lend me your handphone…for a short while?”

Believe me I tried very hard to think of any answer from my paralyzed mind, but I was still remaining calm. What would automatically come out from your mind if a girl suddenly asks you to lend her your handphone which you bought by your hard-earned money? Lier? A trap? A scam?

She stopped awhile and looked like trying hard to get her purse out for her backpack. She took out $10 and put it in front of me. “I could give you $10 in return if you let me make just a call,” she asked more confidently than before.

Took a deep but short breath, I looked at her and answered a bit more confidently that I felt “Oh yes! Of course, but, you don’t need to give me $10, it’s just a piece of cake to let you make a call.” I smiled blankly and took out my handphone.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you, thank you so…. much!” she exclaimed happily like she won a big prize or just bough a pair of super nice shoes at unbelievably low price.

Took over my handphone, she’s making a call to her friend that she spoke to right before her handphone ran out with battery.

“Hello, I’m Sheena... can you hear me?” she sweet voice resonated my ears once again. STOP! Did she say that her name is Sheena just now? The name sounds very familiar, with 110% confidence I heard of this name before, and I’m sure I was very familiar with the girl whose name is Sheena before. Amazed and confused, I was flipping my memory in the past to recall who’s Sheena and linking the name to her pretty face.

“What? You couldn’t come to join me? How could you…..?” she’s in deep disappointment and almost cried. “Your brother was in hospital now? How can it be? Sorry…I’m sorry about that… ok….ok….”. The picture was clear, t sounded like her friend made an appointment with her but her friend couldn’t join her at last as her friend had something more important to do--brother was admitted to hospital.

"Ok…ok….ok, I know it." She seemed trying to console her friend.

"Please send my regards to your brother. I'm so sorry about that bad news, don’t cry my friend, everything will be alright." She's still trying hard to calm her friend down.

With her last few words said to her friend, I knew she’s caring and thoughtful toward anyone even her friend’s brother. But with these few minutes, something slid my mind. Yes, I got it. A picture of a fair and pretty little girl with sweet voice who sat just beside me in my standard 6 class was appearing and her face looked exactly like the girl who stood in front of me.

“Ok, don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself, may be… it’ll be a lonely journey for me,” she answered her friend more confidently that she felt to try calm down her friend and not making her friend to worry about any other thing. It proves once again that she’s caring and thoughtful toward anyone. But, the “lonely journey” sounds exactly like we both are on the same boat, now.

(to be continued)

Lonely Journey-Chp1

That's not a coincidence, that might be a coincidence. I met her in just a coincidence. This is how the story goes...

I like travel, alone! There's nothing much can be told about that, I like loneliness, peacefulness and calm. Instead of wasting your time to wait for your companions to prepare, nagging around your ears, complaining to the foods, the ordeal of trekking and anything, travel alone could be the better choice among the rest. However, the problem is, you're always ALONE. Somebody questions me how can I enjoy the loneliness during the "lonely journey", the answer would always be definitely YES. Ever since, the unhappy experience with my ex-.., ok, finally the truth is going to be unveiled. Ever since the hardship travelled with my ex-girlfriend, I found that sometimes, I couldn’t just find out a person who can think exactly what I think, to experience what I experience that against all odds. Until the appearance of her…

What a sunny day, and I was alone walking on the street. The street was full of the heritage of the old-fashion pre-war shop-lots and temples aligned along the road. I was holding my camera busily to catch the precious pictures of all the shop-lots and some traditional foods sold in the stalls along the roadside. I was exhausted under the sunlight, that made everyone came near to the stall to sell soft drinks, and so I. Taking a big gulp of cold soft drinks under the hot sunlight could refresh my mind. Looking at the old-fashion Chinese temples from a variety of China provinces about centuries ago, I was like being brought to the time machine to travel to the past and seeing the hawkers and by-passers in the colonial age. I wondered no girl could ever think of that to look back to how our forefathers lived centuries ago and come to pay a visit of this century-old street, the best example would be my ex-girlfriend. Quarrels, complaints, and endless grudge about how could I come to this boring place instead of some other more exciting hotspots and shopping malls, complaining the old-fashion street and temples had no attraction at all except antique would come pay a visit, and the tiring walking from street to street that her feet could have killed her. Disappointed while frustrated, I finally found that I was somewhat destined to travel alone.

“Hello….can you hear me? Hello….I….am…..here!” a sound came from behind.

That’s a girl’s voice, an absolutely sweet and resonant voice on the line with back turned to my side. Long and beautiful hair with white colour vest and pant. It’s the most common attire under the sunny day.

“Hello…can you hear me? Am I having a poor connection? Would you come?”

She spoke aloud to answer her call but nobody pay attention to her as the street was noisy all the time. Finished the last drop of my soft drink, I was about to carry on my “lonely journey”. At that very moment, she turned back to me. A pretty, young and fair girl with sweet voice was looking at me, I was stopped by her glamour in my first glance. She put down her handphone like it’d just ran out of battery, looking left and right, she finally looked at me. I didn’t know what made me turn my eyes to other side in the first connection with her eyes. That’s a strange feeling like I was shocked by a lightning.

(to be continued)

我淋过雨。。。

在雨季来临的日子里，每天骑机车上下班的我几乎很难逃离这种淋雨的日子。

被雨淋对别人来说是种冰冷、痛苦且倒霉透顶的事，因为没带伞可是又要去上学、去读书、去见朋友、去赴约却天不作美被淋得变成落汤鸡，狼狈之际因为是赴会还要顶着被淋得湿嗒嗒的衣衫等一切完毕之后才能回家换洗衣物，最要命的还是你必须忍受袜子湿透和鞋子里像池塘般的积水让你感觉你的双脚像是踏在小池塘里，这一切听起来是那么的轻描淡写，却那么的真实，相信淋过雨的人对这种恐怖的经验绝对不会陌生，甚至闻风丧胆。

对于单车骑士来说，突如其来的滂沱大雨更是噩梦中的噩梦。在晴空万里将近下班的午后，悠闲的看着浮云，憧憬着下班后要去哪里解决晚餐时，天空瞬间乌云密布。骑着单车飞速穿越阻塞的马路和车龙，心里还庆幸老天待自己不薄，在这种小雨下回到家应该不会淋湿，谁知人算不如天算，在将近到家的最后十分钟路程时，雨势瞬间变大，暴雨无情的朝单车骑士疯狂喷洒，雨滴像寒冰做的小针一样无情的朝你身上刺来，那种冰冷的刺痛让人不禁想起《卖火柴的小女孩》在冰冷的平安夜里无助的卧在墙角的情景。单车骑士这时只能无助的望了望灰暗的天空，全身上下手脚、衣服、裤子、袜子你能够想到的地方都被淋湿了，身上没有一处是干的。
但是对我来说淋雨却还有其他特别的感觉。

下雨的下午总是让我想起了很多的往事。从小家里经济不是非常富裕，所拥有的交通工具就只是父母的单车，读小学的时候每次放学回家如果遇到下雨天，父母就只能左手拿着雨伞右手握着单车把手缓慢的驾驶着单车送手中拿着另一把小雨伞的我回家。如果遇到小雨，这种“阵型”还能维持，可是如果遇到滂沱大雨的话，不只坐在前面为我们挡风遮雨的爸妈会变成落汤鸡，我们的裤子、白色校鞋和袜子也会一并淋湿，这种冰冷又湿淋淋的感觉不好受。可是不知为什么，每当放学的雨天，骑上父母的单车后，坐在爸妈身后的时候，就算雨再大风再大，都让我感觉到一股冰冷的雨天也带不走的温暖，父母的背影与高耸的肩膀对小时候的我来说就像是一把坚固的大伞，坐在爸妈的身后就能感觉到不管风再强雨再大，他们一直都在保护着我们守护着我们，不让我们被雨淋湿而感冒。哪怕是他们被雨淋得湿嗒嗒的，下了车都会先问我们有没有淋湿，有没有着凉，快去冲凉不要感冒了诸多嘘寒问暖的话语。爸妈就是如此无怨无悔的为我们挡风遮雨，像一棵大树，不管烈阳当空还是雷雨交加，他们还是一动不动的守护在我们身旁。

长大成人现在出来社会工作的我，每当下雨的时候骑着自己的单车，不再有爸妈高耸的肩膀和身躯帮我阻挡那刺骨的冰雨。可是每当我骑着单车在狂风暴雨中穿行的时候，我才发现爸妈的温暖始终没有离我远去，他们给我的温暖让我现在就算冷风刺骨也能够坚强的挺进。每一滴冰冷的雨滴打在我身上仿佛都在提醒着我要更加努力考到驾照驾着自己的车子载送爸妈，不再让他们再在阴雨天为我挡风遮雨了。

雨。。。

一切听起来有些荒谬。。。在这个人人有车的时代几乎无法想象淋雨是怎么样的滋味。。。

可是今天，跟确切一点应该是最近雨季来了，每天骑单车上下班的我遇到天不作美就只能在滂沱大雨中作单车小飞侠。

在悠闲的午后，右手读着一本好书，左手端起香醇浓郁的摩卡咖啡，浅尝世上最美的杰作巧克力与咖啡豆的混合饮料，细细品味书上五味杂陈的人生，感慨世事变化无常。突然晴天霹雳，下起绵绵细雨，通过雨滴交织而成的雨帘看看这世间一切万物，仿佛蒙上了一层浪曼凄美的的纯白。无尽的风伴着无尽的雨，在泪眼迷茫的瞬间，恍若隔世，冷风吹拂，缕缕青丝迎风飘荡，雨滴在蓝色的透明玻璃窗上美丽的蜿蜒，像是对她剪不断的万缕情思徘徊半晌，挥之不去。

轻呷一口香醇温暖的咖啡，思绪随着飘散在空中的咖啡余香徐徐回到那个浅蓝的咖啡座，口中浅尝的已不是简单的咖啡，而是那带不走的思念，她曾经给过的温暖和我们共同的回忆。冷风过境，迟疑半晌，香醇温暖的咖啡已被冷风无情带走最后的余温，嘴里尝的已是苦涩冰冷的液体，手中的书湿了一页。

是你吗？是你让我平静如水的心又再次荡漾涟漪，在这个被绵绵细雨覆盖着的慵懒午后。

Blue Aegean Sea--蓝色爱琴海

夕阳西下，那闪耀的余辉在蓝色的海平线上散发迷人的光。

有人问忧郁是什么颜色的？有人回答是海色的、是灰色的、是白色的或是蓝色的。

走在黄昏的海边，眼睛里到处的海水的湛蓝，天空飘着几朵浮云映上了晚霞的娇艳，东方的暮色渐渐浓郁。海浪轻轻拍打海岸，几乎没有激起什么浪花，仿佛自己身处在一张泛蓝的怀旧相片一样，一切是那么的平静愉悦。夕阳晚风的吹拂下总会想起系在你一缕青丝上的蓝丝带在随风飘逸。在夕阳的映照下你的微笑总是比那娇艳的晚霞还要让人心醉。

蓝丝带和白色的百褶裙在晚风中徐徐飘荡，如此完美的配搭我像是在欣赏一幅如诗的画。

在你离开我的那一刻，海水仍是如此的湛蓝。又回到当初相遇的海边，晚风依旧让人心醉，却没有你的笑让人心碎，耳边响起了黄昏的渔歌。在分开的那一刻，时光仿佛停顿在六时一刻，在你松开我的手前嘱咐我要寻找自己的幸福陪另一个女孩看我最爱的夕阳时，坚强的泪水不住决了堤。

现在的我又置身在那醉人的海岸，一切就像当初相遇时一样。还记得我答应你要带你到爱琴海看那最深邃的蓝和那天空最美的白，如果天堂的颜色是白色与蓝色，我知道现在的我正在和你一起看着我们约定的爱琴海。

天堂的你看到了吗？

Knight World gets born here...

I've been thinking of creating my own blog which is my private space or private base, solely belongs to me. At there, I can fly, to get rid of the limit of space, time and physical distance, to write anything which maybe exceed the limit of human being, but, I can do it in my blog.

I believe, everyone was once enchanted by the romance of castle, prince, princess, wizard, swordman and knight. I'm one of it, but, to create my own kingdom which is full of mystery, romance and interesting stories created by me is my ideal than reading all those ancient stories of brave knights. Soon, my kingdom will be covered by my works including knight story, romance, fairy tales, my view, literature and spooky story that I've been conceiving for years, now can be publicly released on web. I don't expect how many reader my blog would have in near future as I never plan to release this blog to anybody to read, but, it maybe, for this time being, before my writing skills get more mature.

Look forward to seeing the innovative style and content of blogging soon.... The King Arthus and his bravest knigh Black Knigh followed by their mighty knight troops will soon rule the land... the first ray of sunlight pierces the darkness at dawn... destiny has come... the good and bad will battle in the plain... For the name of the KING!!!