Apr 16th, 2011, 02:22 | 只看该作者 #447 |
回梭织朵垂莲子
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还是心上的洞
Hugs Hugs are my favorite. I like the feeling of being hugged, enclosed and protected, just as a ship sails into the harbor and a raindrop slips into the heart of the flower. A hug is my home. However, brought up in the traditional Chinese culture, I’ve learned to be reserved and indirect. When I want to hug someone, I am always stopped by something inside me. I should admit, it is not only the convention but also my own personality. And the latter plays the major role. These days I am saying goodbye to my friends and family. I also sent some sms to friends in other cities. To one of the good friends, I wrote: I only regret I can not hug you before leaving. She called me and said she also wanted to hug me. Well, this was the only hug I had these days if it was one. Several days ago, I had lunch with my best friend. When saying goodbye, I had planned to give her a big hug but I withdrew myself and just waved my hand. The day before yesterday, when I took pictures with some of the family memebers, I could sense the stiffness when getting close. Maybe only between lovers, it is natural to hug. Sigh… I want more than that. Not just between lovers. Arr… yes,I remember, last week Peng hugged me. That little boy . Why do I love hugs so much? I need to think about it. |
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Apr 16th, 2011, 11:34 | 只看该作者 #451 | |
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在俺这里你永远无需排队:-) 引用:
居然用了夷文,可见这文化烙印实在是难以小觑! 不知为何忽然想起钱老先生笔下的方兄写情书时所惯用的伎俩,不禁莞尔:-) 这位排队的热情真是不低!善意提醒一句:您排队这地儿,是俺那丝MM闺阁的东邻啊:-) |
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Apr 16th, 2011, 16:22 | 只看该作者 #455 | |
回梭织朵垂莲子
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方鸿渐的学问在书里虽常被嘲讽,估计现代人能比的上,还真不太多。文言、白话、英文,写信的时候还能自己从中作个选择,不知道现在多少人做得到。 哈哈,东邻多出美女,狼兄排着也无妨。想一睹狼兄风采的,都可以到我家偷窥邻居。。。的楼下 |
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Apr 17th, 2011, 22:02 | 只看该作者 #456 | |
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与父母之间我极少表示亲昵。。。。。。N年过去,当看望父母已经比一年一次都难的时候,当我终于再次看见故乡的云的时候,当我又要离开远涉重洋的时候,我终于放弃了熟视无睹的淡漠,给了母亲一个实在的拥抱。母亲不善言谈,笑容是无比的开心。她总是无私的奉献,我总是贪婪的索取;而对于这样一个吝啬的回报,她却好像如此知足。 |
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