眼角的泪是心灵深处的悲哀吗?手中的那束勿忘我,是正凋零还是也在哭泣?世间所有美好的事物是不是都有悲剧的色彩呢?或也许只有悲剧才能永恒?

他和她青梅竹马.他上大学, 她也上. 只是不在一个城市.她每天写一封信给他.他只管看,偶尔回一封半封. 渐渐的, 她的信少了. 他的就更少了. 她嫁给了一个大学同学.他来参加了她的婚礼.祝福和别人的一样.后来他到美国读书然后工作.她随老公陪读,也来了.

他开了十几个小时的车来看她. 她问，为什么还不结婚. 他笑了,嘴角一丝苦涩， 没人能象你一样,他说. 她愕然,为什么你从来不说? 没有真正失去之前,是不懂得什么是值得珍惜的,他的忧郁更加凝重.那为什么现在又要说出来?隐藏在心里不是会更好? 你不久就会明白的, 他说.

她收到一个邮包,从未见过的地址:某某律师事务所.她打开...里面是一个盒子.盒子里好多的信,她给他的信.整整齐齐的捆扎着.下面还有一封单独的:

是不是,生气我很少给你回信啊? 我在大学体检时发现患有先天性心脏病.唯一的治疗方法是做心脏移植.可我到大学毕业也没等到...到美国来的原因也是为了有更多治疗的机会...可你收到这封信, 证明医生还是救不了我的命...

你的信是我生存下来的支柱,给我多少希望!我多想能再多活一个春天,一个日出,一个...再多看你一次...看你的孩子们出生...长大...

我走了,带着遗憾,可又不觉得遗憾! 尽管很多风光未能领略,多少感觉未能体验...

但因为有你,我尝到了别人不能体会的东西...珍惜所拥有的一切,那种想抓住每一刻的美好的渴望!

你是我兰色的勿忘我。。。

从未吻过你,就让我现在吻你...

With the closing bell of Beijing olympics and all the sport spirit lingering in the air, I found this little story very touching. A sport is not all about competition, there is something else in it...

"At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'when not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.  He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?' 

 The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued.

 'I believe  that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled  comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents  itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story: Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they’ll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

 I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said,'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.' 

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands. 

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.  Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was  given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher,  recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. 

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!’ Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way Shay' Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and  shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!' As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game  for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now  rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of  true love and humanity into this world'. Shay didn't make it to  another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:

If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.' So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:  Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process? A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them. May your day, be a Shay Day.

去年今日此门中,人面桃花相应红.

人面不知何处去,桃花依旧笑春风.

这是我出国前送给我前男友的.他给了我一个淡然的笑,我却早已泪流满面了…他在我出国后一年半结婚…我们之间从未有过承诺…只是他说,当时的他,没想到会想我想到发疯…

 我出来8年了,8年没有回去过…说他是前男友,有一点牵强.当时的我,已婚,爱人在美国;当时的他,有个交往12年的女朋友…在最初的时候,我们就已经了解相爱而不能相守的原因, 都说着只是彼此生命中的插曲…

 也正因如此,我们的爱里没有非要一个结果的执著,没有一定要结合的期盼,更没有要厮守一生的承诺…珍惜着在一起的分分秒秒, 快乐就在彼此依恋的眼波里绵延着…

 也记得他吃醋的憨态, 就为了酒吧里唱歌的哥哥多看了我一眼…笑他情人眼里出西施…心里却蜜一样的甜着…

 最美好的就永远是瞬间…一年几乎朝夕相处的日子里, 也有争吵,也有冷战,也有妥协,也有莫名奇妙的忧伤, 和撕心裂肺的痛楚…才知道,我们真的相爱着…

 爱并痛苦着…他的早恋女友(15岁开始的地地道道的早恋)得了胆结石,都长满了…他知道多是他气的…

 我没的选择, 离开的时候, 加着小心, 不带走一丝的留恋…他来机场送我, 差一点晚了… “去给你买项链了,店关了…” 他的眼里布满了血丝…我笑了, 链子在我心里了,得到和拥有自来都是两回事…

 真的晚了, 机场的广播里喊着我的名字. 连拥抱也来不及,只是手被攥的痛…

 8年是不是短时间, 8年后的你是否依然…你说过, 想你的时候我不该觉得孤独,因为你也一定在想着我…