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May 20

An empty jar of mayonnaise and 2 cups of coffee

An empty jar of mayonnaise and 2 cups of coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not

enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.A professor stood before his

philosophy class and had some items in front of him when the class began, he wordlessly

picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He

then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.The professor then

picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The

pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again

if the jar was full. They agreed it was.The professor next picked up a box of sand and

poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if

the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."The professor then produced

two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar

effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed."Now," said the

professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your

life. The golf balls are the important things --- God, your family, your children, your

health, your friends and your favorite passions --- and if everything else was lost and only

they remained, your life would still be full.The pebbles are the other things that matter

like your job, your house and your car.The sand is everything else --- the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or

the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small

stuff you will never have room for the things that are important.
January 14

爱情是一碗幸福的白粥

 米是糯米,锅是沙锅,火是煤火。每天凌晨,4点20分,男人准时点着火,锅中放水,米淘好了在水里浸泡着,待水开,放米,大火煮10分钟后,改文火慢熬。米在锅里扑突突地跳着,男人在炉火旁弯着腰,用勺子一下一下缓缓搅动……半小时后,男人一手端一碗热气腾腾的白粥,一手端一碟淋了香油的咸菜丝,进卧室,喊女人起床。女人翻个身,嘟囔一句什么,又睡过去。男人听着女人香甜的鼾声,不忍再叫。坐在床前,看看表,再看看女人,再看看表。女人却突然从床上弹起来,看表,慌忙穿衣起床,嘴里不住地埋怨,要迟到了,你怎么不叫醒我?他把白粥和咸菜递过去:不着急,还有时间,先把粥喝了。

  粥是白粥,不加莲子不加红枣不加桂圆,这样的粥,女人喝了5年。男人和女人结婚的时候,家里没钱摆喜酒,两个人只是把铺盖放在一起,便成了一个家。新婚之夜,男人端过来一碗白粥,白莹莹的米粥,在灯下泛着亮晶晶的光。男人说,你胃不好,多喝白粥,养胃。女人便喝了,清香淡雅的粥,温暖熨帖的不仅是胃,还有心。

  他们在同一个厂里上班,女人常年的早班,男人常年的夜班。男人凌晨4点下班,女人早上5点半上班。他们在一起的时间,不过短短一个多小时。男人下班后的第一件事,就是点火,添锅。男人只会熬白粥,他们的经济状况,也只允许他煮一碗白粥。

  就是这一碗白粥,居然也把女人滋养得面色红润,娇美如花。

  后来,厂子效益不好,男人下了岗,可是日子还得过下去。男人拿出微薄的积蓄,女人卖掉了母亲留给她的金戒指,凑了钱,开了一家杂货店。一只碗,一把拖把,一个水壶,利润不过几毛钱,男人却做得很用心。女人下班了,也来帮着打理店铺。没人的时候,男人和女人,坐在一片锅碗瓢盆中间,幸福地憧憬。男人说,等有钱了,咱把连锁店开得哪儿都是。女人说,那时候,我就不上班了,天天在家变着花样给你做好吃的。男人说,哪儿还用你做啊,想吃什么,咱直接上饭店去吃。女人撒娇,不,我就想吃你煮的白粥……



  男人便揽了女人的肩,眼睛热热的。男人仍然每天早上4点20准时起床,点火熬粥。一边熬,一边盘算着店里缺的货。有时候会分神,粥便煳了锅底;有时候太困打个盹,粥便溢了锅。有一天早上女人起了床,炉子上的粥正咕嘟嘟翻着浪花,男人的头伏在膝上,睡得正香。女人轻轻抱住男人的头,心,牵牵扯扯地疼。
  
  那以后,女人坚决拒绝男人给她熬粥。她的男人,实在是太累了。

  男人的生意越来越顺,到了第七个年头,他的连锁超市果然开得到处都是。

  女人辞了工作,做了专职太太。他们买了错层的大房子,厨房装修得漂亮别致,缺少的,只是烟火的味道。因为,男人回家吃饭的时候越来越少。他总是忙,应酬繁多,有时候,一个晚上要赶三四个饭局。开始的时候,女人也埋怨,可是男人说,还不都是为了这个家?还不是想让你生活得更好一些?后来女人也累了,渐渐的,也就习以为常。

  女人很久都没有再喝过白粥。

  一天,男人突然被通知去参加一个朋友的葬礼。他纳闷,怎么前几天还好好的,今天人就没了?殡仪馆里,他看到朋友的遗孀,那个优雅漂亮的女人,一夜之间憔悴衰老。她哭得死去活来,嘴里絮絮叨叨地说:“以后谁送我上班接我下班?谁给我系鞋带紧围巾……”

  他窒息。不由地就想到了她,想到那些为她熬白粥的早晨,想到每天她接过那一碗白粥时,眼里的幸福和满足。

  男人几乎是一路飞奔地往家赶,打开门,却看见女人蜷缩在沙发上,人睡着了,电视还开着,家庭影院也开着,茶几上扔满了各种时尚杂志……男人跪在沙发前,手轻轻地拂过女人的头发。女人面色暗淡,细细的皱纹里,写满了深深的落寞。

  他拿了毛毯去给女人盖,女人却突然醒了,看见他,女人揉了揉眼睛,确定是他后,脸上泛起可爱的红晕。女人慌忙起身,你还没吃饭吧,我去做。男人从背后拥住她,不,我去做,煮白粥。女人半天没有说话,有温热的泪,一滴一滴,落在男人的手上。

  那天,男人一边煮着粥,一边想:其实千变万化的粥品,都离不了白米粥做底子。而所有的幸福,不过白粥做底,锦上添花

Are You The One

Are You The One

The traveller in time who has come

To heal my wounds to lead me to the sun

To walk this path with me until the end of time

Are you the one?

Who sparkles in the night like fireflies

Eternity of evening sky

Facing the morning eye to eye

Are you the one?

Who'd share this life with me

Who'd dive into the sea with me

Are you the one?

Who's had enough of pain

And doesn't wish to feel the shame, anymore

Are you the one?

Are you the one?

Who's love is like a flower that needs rain

To wash away the feeling of pain

Which sometimes can lead to the chain of fear

Are you the one?

To walk with me in garden of stars

The universe, the galaxies and Mars

The supernova of our love is true

Are you the one?

Who'd share this life with me

Who'd dive into the sea with me

Are you the one?

Who's had enough of pain

And doesn't wish to feel the shame,anymore

Are you the one?

Are you the one?

Who'd share this life with me

Who'd dive into the sea with me

Are you the one?

Who's had enough of pain

And doesn't wish to feel the shame,anymore

Are you the one?

Are you the one?

Are you the one?
 
 
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