是誰說藍色就等於憂傷 你看看天空和海洋

嗯 我是來寫聼后感的

如果可以的話我可以每首歌都寫過來 嗯 如果我可以的話

 

 

嗯 請大家一起來接受這首歌的治愈~

哎呀我找不到鏈接 請自行搜索~

 

（仰頭）這果然不能叫聼后感 囧

 

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啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！ 五月天！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！

終于等來了新專輯~

我好喜歡好喜歡好喜歡真的好喜歡好喜歡好喜歡

之前先出的3首曲子感覺挺一般

可是！果然是要12首曲子放在一起聼的

邊聼邊看歌詞 驚了！媽呀每首都讚 真是太太太太強大了 強大到實在是找不到形容詞來形容

陳阿信同學的寫詞功力又彪悍了不少 簡直字字見血句句軋心呐

我真的很高興我一直沒有離開

對我來説 五月天已經成爲一種信仰

他們沒有讓我失望

我一直都相信他們

因爲他們是五月天

現在超滿足超開心 這12首夠我聽到明年演唱會 聽到下次依舊可能一拖再拖的新專輯

想念700天

嗯 五月天歡迎回來

 

其實我不在乎你將會怎樣聽這張唱片。

用買的，用抓的，怎樣都好。

 

五月天只有最簡單的一個要求，

「從頭到尾，不要間段的聽一次吧！」

就算是上網路抓的人，五月天也不會怪你。

 

有點難過 要不要這麽溫柔啊 主唱~

 

P。S。走過路過如果有興趣 請像阿信說的 完完整整地聼一聼這張專輯 很震撼 謝謝~

 

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话说学校的网速真好啊 看国民土豆都不用缓冲的

结果就是 昨天用了一上午电脑课的时间萌上了萧敬腾小朋友~想立马冲回去买他专辑~

这孩子实在是太神奇了

很容易想起当年的周杰伦

可是真怕今天的周杰伦就是明天的他

当最初对音乐的热爱 唱歌的初衷渐渐模糊

变成现在越来越商业越来越背离

牺牲狂热 牺牲纯真

但愿他不会这样

 

一朵乐坛奇葩

希望他保护好他的好声音

还有他最闪亮的东西 他的纯真

嗯 五月天也是

 

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讓我絮絮叨叨地說些話

想的很多卻越來越少寫在這裡

有些是不想再提起 有些是不適合寫給大家看 有些是太雑太亂 有些是懶

色々な理由

不知道會在什麽時候離開這個地方 不需要再依靠這個地方 

也許明天就離開 也許一輩子都在

誰知道呢

“是誰說藍色就等於憂傷 你看看天空和海洋”

這樣的句子果然還是不適合做我部落格的title呢

我還是經常會憂傷 就像現在一樣 每次每次看title我都覺得在這裡我大概只能寫開心的事情了

五月天 總是能成爲讓我開心地理由呢

新專輯消息漸多 雖然從夏天拖到了秋天 還是讓我今天對著顯示屏小小的嚎叫了一把

和林肯的聯合演唱會取消了 笑 真好真好 省錢了 我也不要去看一場把小5當成倒貼的演唱會 儘管我夢到我去了

好吧以上3行可能就是我整篇博裏面唯一寫開心事的部分了

昨天乘校車回家 那1個小時 我肚子痛到不斷想可能我死了會更好點 我拎著不算重的行李卻連下個車腳都在顫抖 下了車就吐 手機沒電到連開都開不了 我只好就那麽捂著肚子坐著直到我覺得我有力氣走出校門 糟糕透了

我竟然那麽渴望死在那個時候 我想著誰要是能在那時給我一刀我真心的感激 我腦子裏閃過很多很多的人 想要找個依托讓我撐下去 卻發現只有“我要回家”這個想法是那麽強烈 我真慶幸我回家了 嗯 真好 

 

P。S。

F 我什麽時候才能再見到你 你的日程總是滿到抽不出時間讓我和你說說話

你食言 你放我鴿子 你越來越遠

重話 幾次想開口卻開不了口

不知道你什麽時候會看到

你知道的 我總是能體諒 我總是會體諒

 

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I was deeply impressed with this story.

by Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

When Bill was very young, they had been in love. Many nights they had spent walking, talking together. Then something not very important had come between them, and they didn't speak. Impulsively, she had married a man she thought she loved. Bill went away, bitter about women.

Yesterday, walking across Washington Square, she saw him for the first time in years.

“Bill Walker,” she said.

He stopped. At first he did not recognize her, to him she looked so old.

“Mary! Where did you come from?”

Unconsciously, she lifted her face as though wanting a kiss, but he held out his hand. She took it.

“I live in New York now,” she said.

“Oh” — smiling politely. Then a little frown came quickly between his eyes.

“Always wondered what happened to you, Bill.”

“I’m a lawyer. Nice firm, way downtown.”

“Married yet?”

“Sure. Two kids.”

“Oh,” she said.

A great many people went past them through the park. People they didn’t know. It was late afternoon. Nearly sunset. Cold.

“And your husband?” he asked her.

“We have three children. I work in the bursar’s office at Columbia.”

“You’re looking very . . .” (he wanted to say old) “. . . well,” he said.

She understood. Under the trees in Washington Square, she found herself desperately reaching back into the past. She had been older than he then in Ohio. Now she was not young at all. Bill was still young.

“We live on Central Park West,” she said. “Come and see us sometime.”

“Sure,” he replied. “You and your husband must have dinner with my family some night. Any night. Lucille and I’d love to have you.”

The leaves fell slowly from the trees in the Square. Fell without wind. Autumn dusk. She felt a little sick.

“We’d love it,” she answered.

“You ought to see my kids.” He grinned.

Suddenly the lights came on up the whole length of Fifth Avenue, chains of misty brilliance in the blue air.

“There’s my bus,” she said.

He held out his hand. “Good-bye.”

“When . . .” she wanted to say, but the bus was ready to pull off. The lights on the avenue blurred, twinkled, blurred. And she was afraid to open her mouth as she entered the bus. Afraid it would be impossible to utter a word. Suddenly she shrieked very loudly. “Good-bye!” But the bus door had closed. The bus started. People came between them outside, people crossing the street, people they didn’t know. Space and people. She lost sight of Bill. Then she remembered she had forgotten to give him her address — or to ask him for his — or tell him that her youngest boy was named Bill too.