by:zhonghuiyu@gmail.com (挥雨)
I ever say that this is the busiest in December, because there has been a lot of work tasks, but also to express my mind the pressure at the moment, not really to the year 2001 research. At present there are three items on hand in the completion, the project is also to make a proposal.
Wuhan is the hotel, the Beijing-In a few hours. Very busy this month, originally wanted to stay for a weekend in Wuhan, overtime, so not too much pressure next week. But desire is good, but in fact not the effectiveness. To prepare for last Thursday and Friday the two speeches, the high efficiency of consecutive week, a good situation, the misconception that the state will continue until this weekend, the facts once again proved an important energy management, or a Zhang Chi .
Mangwan this December, I will leave the current services, to Guangzhou. The crux of the reason is that I would like to return to the city life, and the family more time, work and family, the family can manage them better, and not just work and my personal life. Down on the work, there are some opportunities, but has not been clear.
Two days into the emotional low, and I know that the bottom will always be the past.
Read the book this year, less than last year, and read many video, documentaries and films. Beijing-Wuhan Thursday from the plane, watch the film "Four Weddings a funeral."read half of last night watching the rest of the half, I moved most of the fragment is that the funeral of Scots, and his gay friends speech, recited a poem.
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now : put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
written are very shocked and the Internet to find a different version of the translation, a moment they did not find the translation can be particularly vivid, the relative some good, I do some fine-tuning.
"Funeral blues"
turns off the clock, unplug phone,
Erzhi bones to the dogs bark.
Not play the piano, drum line,
carried the coffin, people mourn.
To heaven aircraft have also issued cried plaintively,
Cang in the air left a message: He left.
To pigeons, mourning Gengjian of yarn,
Traffic Police to put black gloves.
He was my North, South, East, West,
is my days, my rest day, the
My noon, my midnight,
my words, my song.
I always thought that love can be immortal,
However, I am wrong.
Now stars have not,
Let them go out bar,
away moon, cover the sun,
run seawater sweeping the woods,
From then on, the world is no longer good things and colors.
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Simplified Chinese: Four Weddings and a Funeral
Screenwriter: Richard Curtis (I)
Director: Maikeniueer (Mike Newell)
Cast: Hugh Grant/James Fleet/Simon Callow/Andie MacDowell
release year: 1994
producer Country/Region: United Kingdom
Language: English/British Sign Language/English subtitles
aka: You are my Present bride
imdb links: tt0109831
2007 December 9 in the state can Wuhan Jubilee
original link:http://www.freeyu.com/post/482.html
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