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由于家里的网络很差所以很长时间都没有来这里发东西了，今天凑巧在学校，就发出一首歌来纪念一下吧。
这段时间也有创作，不过，都在家里的电脑上。
新的网线已经签好，2月6号就安装了，到时会把那几篇整理出来。
Andy，
于NUS，Science Library
歌曲：天下大同
歌手：莫文蔚
有人在三更半夜寂寞中等待中
有人在光天化日玩乐中荒淫中
有人在天下太平失恋中失落中
有人在末日无趣游戏中快乐中
你是否一位观众看着他们有用没用
你是否一位观众看着他们有种没种
有人在花季年龄穿越中高潮中
有人在妥协岁月得到中低调中
有人在患得患失求学中尝试中
哪一位才是英雄
也许这些人们都过程不同目标相同
也许我们就在其中
也许都分别不大心情不同天下大同
也许他们都是儿童
一闪一闪小小星星晃动星光的朦胧
星光朦胧千山万水正好装饰你的梦
你的眼睛正好装饰你的星球上的
成千上万黑色眼珠正在交互地转动
啦~~
有人在地铁车站寻找中荒废中
有人在人行道上前进中命运中
有人在厨房中央麻木中烧菜中
有人在睡房边缘吵骂中冲突中
你看人家的时候跟看自己有何不同
有时候会不会心痛
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主题： 黑色星期天
是的，黑色星期天。相信很多人都已经听过这首歌吧。
浓浓忧郁的情调柔和在轻轻的钢琴曲里，我想没有比这个更让人觉得忧郁的了。再加上这次选取的歌曲的前部分的诡异，还有后半部分如死亡前曙光的欢快，的确让我觉得传说似乎是真的。
先不说别的，听完这首歌再叙吧……
其实所有的关于gloomy sunday的流言起源于最初引进这首歌进美国时的一场歌曲秀。其中传言听到这首歌的绝望的情侣会当场冲出最近的窗户而自杀。
说实话，第一次听完这首歌的时候，心里并没有什么，然而一遍遍重复的旋律和诡异的引诱，我确实感觉到了似乎死亡是最方便的解脱。如果又有以前人们听过歌曲后自杀的传闻，心里就有了一份安慰，或者怎么讲，既然别人也自杀了，那么我这么做就不算不正常，这么做就算对了，不过真的是这样的么？
接下来看一看我在网络上用google搜索到的一些东西吧。
1。这是从wikipedia查到的。
Gloomy Sunday
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
"Gloomy Sunday" (from Hungarian "Szomorú Vasárnap", IPA: ['sɒmɒɾuː 'vɐʃaɾnɐp]) is a song written by the Hungarian self-taught pianist and composer Rezső Seress in 1933. According to urban legend, it inspired hundreds of suicides. According to record publicists when the song was first marketed in America, it became known as the "Hungarian suicide song". There is no substantiation for such claims of suicides, nor is it even documented where any such allegations appear in legitimate press coverage or other publications of the time. This urban legend appears to have been originally generated as a marketing gimmick by song pluggers, and, in more recent years the legend has been greatly furthered by internet exposure. However, Rezso Seress did jump to his death from a Budapest building in 1968.
The codifying of the urban legend appears in an article attributed to "D.P. MacDonald" and titled "Overture to Death", the text of which has been reproduced and disseminated countless times online. According to the website of Phespirit: "This article was stolen without permission from the 'JUSTIN AND ANJI' web site; it was originally published to augment their now defunct 'Gloomy Sunday Radio Show'. In the introduction they say:
- This message was forwarded to us by a visitor to our web site. There is some good historical information on the song intermixed with some information of more dubious repute. The accounts begin to take on the feel of a satiric e-mail chain letter after a while, but then, sometimes truth is indeed stranger than fiction. The story does read a little bit like the script of a segment from Strange Universe! So take this with a grain of salt ..... The text was [supposedly] quoted from the Cincinatti (sic) Journal of Ceremonial Magick, vol I, no I, printed in 1976."
Numerous versions of the song have been recorded and released unaccompanied by suicides. Phil Elwood, writing in JazzWest.com, chronicles "Gloomy Sunday" in American recording history. Elwood, a long-time jazz critic, cites the following words of Michael Brooks, taken from Brooks' program notes accompanying the 10-CD set, "Lady Day" - the Complete Billie Holiday on Columbia, 1933-1944:
"‘Gloomy Sunday’ reached America in 1936 and, thanks to a brilliant publicity campaign, became known as ‘The Hungarian Suicide Song’. Supposedly after hearing it, distraught lovers were hypnotized into heading straight out of the nearest open window, in much the same fashion as investors after October, 1929; both stories are largely urban myths."
source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloomy_Sunday
2。接下来的是我从gloomy sunday官方网站上摘录的。
一点点历史：
g l o o m y s u n d a y
t h e s u i c i d e s o n g
Gloomy Sunday - the notorious 'Hungarian Suicide Song' - was written in 1933. Its melody and original lyrics were the creation of Rezsô Seress, a self-taught pianist and composer born in Hungary in 1899.
The crushing hopelessness and bitter despair which characterised the two stanza penned by Seress were superseded by the more mournful, melancholic verses of Hungarian poet László Jávor.
When the song came to public attention it quickly earned its reputation as a 'suicide song'. Reports from Hungary alleged individuals had taken their lives after listening to the haunting melody, or that the lyrics had been left with their last letters.
The lyricists Sam M. Lewis and Desmond Carter each penned an English translatation of the song. It was Lewis's version, first recorded by Hal Kemp and his Orchestra, with Bob Allen on vocals (1936), that was to become the most widely covered.
The popularity of Gloomy Sunday increased greatly through its interpretation by Billie Holiday (1941). In an attempt to alleviate the pessemistic tone a third stanza was added to this version, giving the song a dreamy twist, yet still the suicide reputation remained. Gloomy Sunday was banned from the playlists of major radio broadcasters around the world. The B.B.C. deemed it too depressing for the airwaves.
Despite all such bans, Gloomy Sunday continued to be recorded and sold.
People continued to buy the recordings; some committed suicide.
Rezsô Seress jumped to his death from his flat in 1968.
匈牙利语歌词，我不确定歪酷是否可以发布西欧字符……
r e z s ô s e r e s s l y r i c s
Ôsz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek
Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet
Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az öszi szél
Szívem már új tavaszt nem vár és nem remél
Hiába sírok és hiába szenvedek
Szívtelen rosszak és kapzsik az emberek...
Meghalt a szeretet!
Vége a világnak, vége a reménynek
Városok pusztulnak, srapnelek zenélnek
Emberek vérétôl piros a tarka rét
Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét
Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat:
Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak...
Vége a világnak!
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
source: http://www.phespirit.info/gloomysunday/lyrics_seress.htm
3。据资料显示，后来两个人又重写了歌词，将歌曲变得更加忧郁了。这次链接的歌曲就是第一首歌词。
s a m m l e w i s l y r i c s
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
d e s m o n d c a r t e r l y r i c s
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
可以看出这与原来的歌词有多大的差距，可以说，后来的歌词更像是为了贴近那个传说。
4。从我的观点来看，据说才不过百多人听过这首歌后自杀了，即使这是真的，也不足以证明这首歌的诞生是给人们以终结。从统计学的角度来讲，听过这首歌的人不下百万，自杀的人不到百分之一，比统计学上的认定的百分之五还要少，也就是说，根本不代表什么。综合我前面分析过的自我感觉，自杀趋向于流言和心理学的把戏。
但仅就自杀而言，并不是什么自古第一遭的事情。海子自杀了，顾成自杀了，之前的还有很多。自古选择自我了解生命的人何止百千。记忆中是海子还是顾成说过，一个诗人的最终结果只有自杀。这或者是一个台湾文学评论家说的，我记不清了。
总而言之，一首歌而已，没什么诡异的力量隐藏在其背后。就算有，也是隐藏在每个人心中的那点点淡淡的绝望。
继续放纵一会儿自己在这忧郁的歌曲中吧。
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主题： 摘录网友所传咏乳诗词及其他数首，大家笑笑就行了
沁※园※春
（咏 乳）
隐约兰胸，
菽发初匀，
脂凝暗香。
似罗罗翠叶，
新垂桐子；
盈盈紫药，
乍辟莲房。
窦小含泉，
花翻带露，
两巫峰最断肠。
添惆怅，
有纤□一抹，①
即是红墙。
偷将碧玉形相，
怪瓜字初分蓄意藏。
把朱栏倚遍，
横分半截；
琼箫吹彻，
界在中央。
量取刀圭，
调成药里，
宁断娇儿不断郎。
风流句，
让屯田柳七，
曾赋酥娘。
①□：衤圭（ｇｕｉ４，女上衣）
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一※痕※沙
（美人乳）
镇日昏昏如醉，
斜倚桃笙慵睡。
乍起领环松，
露酥胸。
小簇双峰莹腻，
玉手自家摩戏，
欲扣又还停，
尽憨生。
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减字木兰花
* * * * * *
（美人乳）
珠圆玉腻，
白似轻霜柔似絮。
偶折花枝，
月映轻绡似见之。
鸡头新剥，
不辨味如酥与酪。
痴绝书呆，
消受温柔妒小孩。
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
咏角先生诗集锦
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※
七律 角招八章
（宫 女）
红叶何心入御沟，御沟春水易成秋。
截将凤□难为弄，湿透鸾巾自相揉。 □［王官］
一曲郎当愁夜雨，三分君宠替风流。
帐中幸有神针在，直合长门誓白头。
（女 尼）
悔削青丝事梵王，更无禅悦证瑶光。①
木鱼敲误羞难掩，雏鹊飞来喜欲狂。
背佛偷怜残烛短，瞒师潜纳戒衣香。
累君也向空门隐，了却风流梦一场。
【楼主注】瑶光原作“谣光”，不解。查《辞源》“瑶光”条，知“谣”应作
“瑶”，合尼姑思凡意也。典出《洛阳伽蓝记》“瑶光寺”：北魏洛阳的一座
著名佛寺，寺高五十丈，有尼房五百余间。倚蔬连亘，户墉相通，珍木香草，
不可胜言。尔朱兆叛乱，入洛阳，男子怕抓夫扮作女装，瑶光寺的尼姑却争相
找大兵，故当时人曰：“洛阳男儿急作髻，瑶光寺尼夺为婿”。
（像 姑）①
拔棘无人逐子都，角星幽拜雨云孤。
自翻玉树飞花曲，私演琼楼捣药图。
毕竟痴龙珍尺木，可怜狡兔恋枯株。
美他绣被能专宠，亡国风流几大夫。
【楼主注】像姑：清代北方称男妓为像姑。
（养 媳）
为郎憔悴却羞郎，省识春风别样狂。
邱嫂眼尖佯不管，小姑情渴狱教尝。
解嘲终胜猫偷饭，匿笑真成鼠运姜。
待到月圆心转苦，守宫红退怯花房。
（老 妓）
春风秋月兴都兰，独向空房种合欢。
得汝翻教充面首，阅人从未托心肝。
缠头锦旧牵肠痛，裹梦衿寒触手寒。
雁柱不堪呜咽奏，断云零雨小长干。
（处 子）
隔着银河鹊梦温，□梅情苦怨天孙。 □［扌票］
摧花声急羞桴点，剖璞心虚怯凿痕。
无可奈何权作嫁，不成真个也消魂。
生愁阿母投梭起，夜夜兰闺独掩门。
（石 女）
便欲留髡可奈何，槎通碧海绝情波。
丸泥已足封函谷，鸟角居然老涧河。
钻穴偷窥浑不似，渡泸深入恐无多。
石门若个能偕隐，难得先生几度过。
（阴阳人）
混沌初开太极图，雌雄端底不知鸟。
钻营翻笑奇男子，□阖终怜小丈夫。 □［扌卑］
之子难赓桃实有，半儿能谱竹箫无。
一身婴□分明合，□□空烧炼乐炉。
［女它］ ［木骨］［木出］
七律 角先生（四首）
（其 一）
人伦代表数林宗，作椽筹帏事毋同。
强项居然同豸触，虚心原自逊犀同。
岸巾穿屋成干雀，尺木升天好假龙。
道貌俨然终伪学，不言温室退从容。
（其 二）
总发英贤是旧交，纤葱消乏不须劳。
□来玉杵思何巧，关到桐轮气也豪。 □［扌寿］
挥洒情形同握管，沉酣风味胜持螯。
从今可废工垂指，那羡麻姑痒处搔。
（其 三）
峥嵘枪冒露头时，饥设藤津自一奇。
蛮触交争原战士，羚羊偶挂亦禅师。
弓招实现杯蛇影，枕荐虚摹鹬蚌姿。
锐钝算来知几度，玉人勾股费推移。①
（其 四）
霜天晓奏一声声，人事周旋亦有情。
棱为常摸皆好好，竽因滥用总平平。
汾阳不惜轻来去，□里多惭误姓名。 □用上加一丿。
床第功劳自隗始，紫袍事底号儒生。
沁※园※春
（咏 乳）
隐约兰胸，
菽发初匀，
脂凝暗香。
似罗罗翠叶，
新垂桐子；
盈盈紫药，
乍辟莲房。
窦小含泉，
花翻带露，
两巫峰最断肠。
添惆怅，
有纤□一抹，①
即是红墙。
偷将碧玉形相，
怪瓜字初分蓄意藏。
把朱栏倚遍，
横分半截；
琼箫吹彻，
界在中央。
量取刀圭，
调成药里，
宁断娇儿不断郎。
风流句，
让屯田柳七，
曾赋酥娘。
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a very nice G-unit Remix, by 50 CENT
I am sorry that I can't find it using baidu or upload it. Maybe you can try again.
(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)
(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
(Chorus)
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
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如有商业需要，请联系版权所有者个人，下面有他的电邮地址，与我无关。
Please Don't Save Me From Myself
Everybody is trying to save us from ourselves.
It's not only government with their helmet and seat belt laws, but all of the manufacturers, too. And sometimes they overdo it, like salad greens in tough plastic bags permanently sealed for freshness. Or medicine bottles that are child proof as well as elderly proof. They believe they are doing us a favor by designing things for idiots. My answer is, don't do me any favors.
I know what you're going to say, the manufacturers don't want to get sued. But some of their built-in safety features are down right annoying.
Take the beepers in our automobiles… please. They squawk like dumb birds if you leave your keys in the ignition, or the headlights on, or if you haven't buckled up, or the door is open, or who knows what. What's odd is that my car is strangely mute when I try to drive with the emergency brake on.
I endure those idiot sounds in my car because often the warnings are helpful (and, frankly, because I don't know how to disconnect the noise maker.) But sometimes I want to leave the keys in the ignition with the door open, like when I have to retrieve the parking lot ticket I dropped. Or I don't want my seat belt on while driving through the cemetery. Or maybe I want to leave the headlights on because… well, just because I want to. So why can't they give us a "shut up already" button?
I once had a VCR that was very thoughtfully designed. For example, it was smart enough to pluck the time off some channel to set its own clock. Another thing it did was it wouldn't let you do anything to it while it was recording. But one time I realized I was taping the wrong channel and wanted to stop it. I tried every option, pushed every button, but it still kept taping. I couldn't even turn it off. So I pulled the plug, and indeed it stopped. But when I plugged it back in, like some single minded soldier, it devotedly started to record again.
My daughter has a marvelous camera that doesn't allow her to take a picture if the focus and lighting aren't just right. That's fine, except when her nine month old baby took her first steps in bad lighting. Why not a "take it anyway" button? This same camera, with its impeccable requirements for quality pictures, on one occasion let her click a dozen prize winning photos without telling her that there was no film in it.
Even elevator buttons seemed to be designed to protect us from something—like changing our minds. They work fine most of the time. But why didn't anybody at the elevator company ever think somebody might want to undo a button. Didn't they ever push a wrong button? Why must I stop at the fifth floor when I'm the only one in the car and am headed for eight? Why can't I undo all the floors some little twerp pushed just as he ran out of the elevator?
If manufacturers are afraid of being sued how come they still make round door knobs? Think about this--you're at home putting on hand lotion or washing your hands, or greasing a cake pan. All of sudden a smoke alarm goes off and you race to the front door and discover round is pretty but not useable. Same is true in public buildings. You can't get into the stair well if you have sweating palms. Lever type handles should be the standard. Not only are they safer but when your arms are full, you can actually open the door with an elbow, or a nose, or some other body part.
But I digress. We're talking safety features that lock us out of individual choices. Like gasoline mowers that have a cutoff bar that must be constantly grasped to operate. Or power saws that have a double button for start up. What if you can’t squeeze two buttons because of a prior power saw accident?
Take the newer shower facets that have temperature protection. The engineers assumed that there would never be an occasion when anybody would want scolding water coming out of the shower head. Well, I say if I want to create a steam filled bathroom, it should be my choice.
Copyright 2003 by Jim Wegryn， jim@jimwegryn.com
Jim Wegryn, Please Don't Save Me From Myself, 2003, http://www.jimwegryn.com/
retrieved from http://www.jimwegryn.com/Essays/Designing%20Stuff.htm on Oct 1st, 2006.
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主题： 身世浮沉 呜呼快哉
不是不想睡，而是，有时候人总有各种各样的压力。对于此，我最喜欢尽量少去考虑，其实是自己的不对。我爱乱想，想多了却易误了正事。我讲的不是异想天开，更多的是“乱”。根性既扰，弗静。
也曾想过回国静一静，但是因为众多原因这成了最次的考虑，而且，我也没有时间等到放寒假。我想过了许多方法，比如只身去偏僻的地方，海边，或者静静的呆在家里不出去一段时间。可是这只是方式而已，根本无关紧要的东西，就像是我深恶痛绝的借口。我不喜欢我父母亲常用的借口，也更加害怕自己会像他们一样养成用借口的习惯，那是非常可怕的。
从质变的角度来讲，我曾经如我所期待过，后来生活让我将自己撕碎，这是个奇迹；那么我再站起来同样昂首挺胸也是一个奇迹，人们叫浪子回头。我不是一个浪子，有着许许多多牵扯不清的情愿，所以这更是一个奇迹。但假使我这个中的堕落只是自己一时的借口，那么，我要做的也就不是奇迹；但是，这就意味着我必须找出让我曾经做出那样决定的原因并战胜之。难处是我根本不记得，或者说，我忘记了。再有的一个问题就是，我这样算对，还是那样算对呢？我并不是没有是非观念的一个人，只不过这个世上可以分得清是非曲直的事情太少，于是分清是非曲直就成了自找麻烦。我不想找麻烦，但总有麻烦找我。
想着要振奋精神不是一两年了，我从2005年初就开始说了。絮絮叨叨说了一年有九个月。如今二十岁大寿将至，也是自己定的大限将至。浮沉论世，该定夺一下了。
可恨的是年纪太小，论世也是笑料；浮沉倒是该掂量掂量。一生若是没有做过乞丐，没有做过呼风唤雨的人物，估计也是白活。可是要尝尽人间百味，我一未曾升天，二未曾触底，如何尝？想了这许多花开花落，发现还是人往高处走，水往低处流来的容易。
若有人看了我如斯烦扰，肯定会笑掉牙床，我晓得的，呵呵，大家都是一样被生活玩耍。
麻烦很快就会来的，生活嘛。
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主题：推荐 姜东《男腔女调》
你将永远爱我，绝对地爱，爱我胜过一切，你会为我做任何事情吗？
是……
你是一个仅仅为我而生活的男人，为了懂得如何爱我……
是……是……
你带过别的女人来这里吗？
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如果你没有带来过，你是一个毫无价值的男人。
带来过……一些……
于是那个男人便挨了女人不折不扣的一记春雷乍响的耳光：你就是这样等我的吗？
这只是书中一小点笑料而已，被我当作引子来向大家推荐这本书。（http://lz.book.sohu.com/serialize.php?id=5342）
书中言辞不算犀利，倒更多像是茶余饭后只言片语，全当是牢骚一堆，让人笑过完事，千万不可认真的说。
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哈哈哈，又是生日哦，老婆买了一块手表，很漂亮的，嘿嘿，贴出来大家看看哦
 
哈哈，喜欢就是喜欢～～～～～～～～～～
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