虚弱的，缺乏自信的，缺少爱的，善良的，没有智慧的
没有自我的人，活着的意思是什么
这是我最大的困扰
Life for Rent
2008年4月27日星期日
2008年4月17日星期四
2008年4月9日星期三
2008年4月4日星期五
Eternal Springtime
前两张是在费城罗丹博物馆看到了,后一张是纽约大都会中收藏品的照片. 同一个模子,后者的时间比前者早10年,都是在罗丹晚期的作品.很喜欢这么美的作品. 饱满的,充满生命力的,真实的,美的,罗丹一定是热爱生命的.
2008年4月3日星期四
黄庭坚 廉颇蔺相如传 草书
《廉颇蔺相如传》 草书 纸本 32.5 × 1822.4Cm，凡205行，1170字。书于绍圣二年(1095年)左右。钤有宋、元、明、清的“內府书印’、“绍兴”、“欧阳玄印”、“项子京家珍藏”、“安仪周家珍藏”等印记。《式古堂书画汇考》、《平生壮观》、《墨缘汇观》等书著录。《宋黄文节公法书》收录其中一部分。现藏美国纽约大都会博物馆。
廉颇者，赵之良将也。赵惠文王十六年，廉颇为赵将伐齐，大破之，取晋阳(应为阳晋)，拜为上卿，以勇气闻于诸侯。蔺相如者，赵人也。为赵宦者令缪贤舍人。赵惠文王时，得楚和氏璧。秦昭王闻之，使之遗赵王书，愿以十五城请易璧。赵王与大将军廉颇诸大臣谋：欲与，秦城恐不可得，徒见欺；欲勿与，即患秦兵之来。计未定，求人可使报秦者，未得。宦者令缪贤曰：“臣舍人蔺相如可使。”王问：“何以知之?”对曰：“臣尝有罪，窃计欲亡走燕，臣舍人相如止臣，曰：君何以知燕王?臣语曰：臣尝从大王与燕王会境上，燕王私握臣手，曰：‘愿结友’。以此知之，故欲往。相如谓臣曰：夫赵强而燕弱，而君幸于赵王，故燕王欲结于君。今君乃亡赵走燕，燕畏赵，其势必不敢留君，而束君归赵矣。君不如肉袒伏斧质请罪，则幸得脱矣。臣从其计，大王亦幸赦臣。臣窃以为其人勇士，有智谋，宜可使。”于是王召见，(问)蔺相如曰：“秦王以十五城请易寡人之璧，可与不?”相如曰：“秦强而赵弱，不可不许。”王曰：“取吾璧，不与我城，奈何?”相如曰：“秦以城求璧而赵不与，曲在赵。赵与璧而秦不与赵城，曲在秦。均之二策，宁与以负秦曲．”王曰：“谁可使者?”相如曰：“王必无人，臣愿奉璧往使。城入赵而璧留秦，城不入，臣请完璧归赵。”赵王于是遂遣相如奉璧西入秦。秦王坐章台见相如，相如奉璧奏秦王。秦王大喜，传以示美人及左右，左右皆呼万岁。相如视秦王无意偿赵城，乃前日：“璧有瑕。请指示王!”王授璧，相如因持璧却立，倚柱，怒发上冲冠，谓秦王曰：“大王欲得璧，使人发书至赵王，赵王悉召群臣议，皆曰：‘秦贪，负其强，以空言求璧，偿城恐不可得。’议不欲与秦璧。臣以为布衣之交尚不相欺，况大国乎!且以一璧之故逆强秦之欢，不可。于是赵王乃斋戒五日，使臣奉璧，拜送书于庭。何者?严大国之威以修敬也。今臣至，大王见臣列观，礼节甚倨。得璧，传之美人，以戏弄臣。臣观大王无意偿赵王城邑，故臣复取璧。大王必欲急臣，臣头与璧俱碎于柱矣!”相如持其璧睨柱，欲以击柱。秦王恐其破壁，乃辞谢固请，召有司按图，指从此以往十五都与赵。相如度秦王特以诈，阳为与赵城，实不可得，乃谓秦王曰：“和氏璧天下所共传宝也，赵王恐，不敢不献。赵王送璧时，斋戒五日，今大王亦宜斋戒五日，设九宾于廷，臣乃敢上璧。”秦王度之，终不敢强夺，遂许斋五日，舍相如广成传舍。相如度秦王虽斋，决负约不偿城，乃使其从者衣褐，怀其璧，从径道，归璧于赵。秦王斋五日后，乃设九宾礼于廷，引赵使者蔺相如。相如至，谓秦王曰：“秦自缪公以来廿余君，未尝有坚明约束者也。臣诚恐见欺于王而负赵，故令人持璧归，间至赵矣。且秦强而赵弱，大王遣一介之使至赵，赵立奉璧来．今以秦之强而先割十五城与赵，赵岂敢留璧而得罪于大王乎?臣知欺大王之罪当诛，臣请就汤镬，唯大王与群臣熟计议之。”秦王与群臣相视而嘻。左右或欲引相如去，秦王因曰：“今杀相如，终不能得璧也，而绝秦、赵之欢，不如因而厚遇之，使归赵，赵王岂以一璧之故欺秦邪!”卒廷见相如，毕礼而归之。相如既归，赵王以为贤大夫，使不辱于诸侯，拜相如为上大夫。其后与秦王会渑池，相如功大，拜为上卿，位在廉颇之右。廉颇曰：“我有攻城野战之大功，而蔺相如徒以口舌为劳，位居我上，我见相如必辱之。”相如出，望见廉颇，引车避匿。舍人相与谏请辞，相如曰：“相如虽驽，独畏廉将军哉?公之视廉将军孰与秦王?顾强秦不敢加兵于赵者，徒以吾两人在也。两虎共斗，其势不俱生．吾所以为此者，先国家之急而后私仇也。”
2008年3月31日星期一
Vincent (Starry Starry Night) - Don McLean
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
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