tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40056332266120475262011-09-21T09:24:07.466-07:00下雪了... 冬天的夜晚里.... 再也听不见你的声音...GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-46346479281845946792011-07-18T08:55:00.000-07:002011-07-18T09:41:46.799-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5960Nqq4V0Q/TiRhFcG2uBI/AAAAAAAAALM/dtnuduftTpI/s1600/56.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630732180192147474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5960Nqq4V0Q/TiRhFcG2uBI/AAAAAAAAALM/dtnuduftTpI/s320/56.jpg" /></a></p><br /><div align="left">我们五个人努力伸长手臂，<br />才将大树抱住，<br />树后有两个人，<br />可惜你看不见...<br /><br />我们还可以听见他们在后面说笑话，<br />可惜你们也听不到....<br /><br />躲在我们背后的人，<br />我们总是假装他们不存在...<br /><br />看不见，听不见....<br /><br />现在树后还是有两个人,<br />我们还是假装他们不存在...<br /></div><br /><div align="left">看不见，听不见...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4634647928184594679?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-40670835777395524242011-05-19T20:34:00.000-07:002011-05-19T20:53:35.004-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qepSAsPyf88/TdXlBcMy-7I/AAAAAAAAALA/GBO1fIkJoeo/s1600/39a.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608640723872316338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qepSAsPyf88/TdXlBcMy-7I/AAAAAAAAALA/GBO1fIkJoeo/s320/39a.jpg" /></a>我站在你面前,<br />对你微笑..<br />对你说话...<br /><br />你说你不认识我,一点印象也没有。<br />我不禁开始怀疑自己的记忆,我真的见过你吗？<br /><br /><br />那个春天早晨,我从秋千跌落下来,<br />替我拍落灰尘, 送给我一直棒棒糖...<br />安慰我别哭得那个人不是你吗？....<br /><br />我早该忘记你,<br />只要记住..<br /><br />棒棒糖微甜美的好滋味<br />... ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4067083577739552424?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-90866082028472947752011-02-28T07:12:00.000-08:002011-02-28T07:45:32.144-08:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578766887305799618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IS2WNsmfGg/TWvC7SqS58I/AAAAAAAAAK4/gdukKBmgZYs/s320/50.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">唱到后来, 大家都累了，</div><div align="center">只有你依然生猛的嘶吼着。</div><br /><br />当一首情歌出现， 我们都得要安静，<br />听你边哭边唱到最后。<br />然后递给你面纸和一杯红酒，<br />然后来宾掌声鼓励。<br />然后若无其事的继续唱着歌<br /><br />明天起...<br />我们都要勇敢地面对美丽人生<br /><div align="center">不是吗？</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-9086608202847294775?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-5256797444309442172011-02-19T08:38:00.000-08:002011-02-19T08:45:00.798-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx8CrKT50ps/TV_zdB7JdxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FnqzWtOdRt0/s1600/021.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575442543766238994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx8CrKT50ps/TV_zdB7JdxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FnqzWtOdRt0/s320/021.jpg" /></a> 他们不停的地开门关门,<br /><div>门开了又关...</div><div>关了又开...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>他们不停的寻找对方,</div><div>找着了又分手...</div><div>分手后又继续寻找....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div>又在寻找...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-525679744430944217?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-79120654473146330442011-01-21T08:28:00.000-08:002011-01-21T08:51:37.705-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TTm4cwYxYvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BfH8Rp3Q0Gw/s1600/hi.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564681618757608178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TTm4cwYxYvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BfH8Rp3Q0Gw/s320/hi.jpg" /></a> "<em>我等不到你一年零一个月..</em> <div><em>我也等不到你二十五岁..</em></div><div><em>但是我会等你一辈子......"</em></div><br /><div></div><div>山楂树连两颗心,</div><div>红花如是血,</div><div>白花就是情,</div><div>满树的鲜花,越看不见他...</div><div>我要变做山楂花,</div><div>随他化作泥土,</div><div>在这里安家...</div><br /><div></div><div>p/s: 真爱被压迫在封建还有道德之间, 难以取舍..</div><div>或者一死,让他们能够相聚实现诺言...以山楂花做诺言...</div><div>化作泥土,永远在一起......</div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKIxkmrim70&amp;feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dKIxkmrim70&amp;feature=related</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7912065447314633044?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-59209120433080650052010-12-23T07:31:00.000-08:002010-12-23T07:48:13.358-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TRNtSm0rMxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JpPCdoigA7A/s1600/004.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553902931904508690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TRNtSm0rMxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JpPCdoigA7A/s320/004.jpg" /></a>掉落井底,<br /><div>我大声呼喊,</div><div>等待救援....</div><br /><div>天黑了,黯然低头...</div><br /><div></div><div>才发现水面满是闪烁的星光,</div><div>我在最深的绝望里...</div><div>遇见了最美丽的惊喜,</div><div></div><div>是我没有看过的美丽....</div><br /><div></div><div><em>(p/s: 我很渴望外面的世界/国家, 我真得很想出去, 想起来...我们应该看好现在美丽,珍惜.</em><em>)</em></div><div></div><div>"平安夜快乐"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-5920912043308065005?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-78325279930764831442010-11-18T10:07:00.000-08:002010-11-18T10:18:35.072-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TOVtwQlWIdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k-oDtgq6SGc/s1600/009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540955592402018770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TOVtwQlWIdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/k-oDtgq6SGc/s320/009.jpg" /></a> 刹那间, 湖水消退, 小船搁浅了... 一朵乌云飘来, 又缓缓离去...<br /><br />我期盼快来的一场狂烈的大雨来改变这一切！<br /><br />我已经厌倦, 这进退两难困境...<br /><br />一朵云缓缓飘来, 又缓缓飘去...<br />一朵云缓缓飘来, 又缓缓离去...<br /><br />再见, 我决定靠我自己... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7832527993076483144?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-60731731813743029842010-10-12T08:45:00.000-07:002010-10-12T08:57:11.362-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TLSFD2EzGDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/J8nYxiFMPBk/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527188943792183346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TLSFD2EzGDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/J8nYxiFMPBk/s320/10.jpg" /></a> 他们叫我拿着奖项, 对着镜头笑... 我好像回家.<br /><br />他们要我用30秒的时间, 说出灵感的来源...<br />我想回家.<br /><br />我感到害羞难堪, 甚至痛苦...<br />我想回家.<br /><br />我把奖项随手丢进街角的垃圾桶里, 跑回家...<br />至于那张作品现在在哪里,<br />我一点也不在乎...<br /><br />只要我回家了, 因为今天是我的生日...<br />我想念我的家人 :) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-6073173181374302984?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-64892859050996311822010-09-10T10:47:00.000-07:002010-09-10T11:07:36.087-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TIpxNftnebI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jFOVQ75p7cQ/s1600/010.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515345170333661618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TIpxNftnebI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jFOVQ75p7cQ/s320/010.jpg" /></a>雨停了...<br />树上的水珠仍不时落下,<br />一阵风吹过,<br />水滴滴答答地在我伞上跳舞...<br /></div><div align="right"><br />神秘的龙猫真的来了吗?<br />可惜我忘了替它多带一把伞...</div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">望着以前走过的街道,</div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right">街灯依然光亮, 它也照不到以前的脸孔...</div><div align="right">繁华的街道背后藏着寂寞的我..</div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">我一个人拿着雨伞,向前走....</div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">龙猫最后也没有来... ....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-6489285905099631182?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-19957322938415007942010-08-29T07:34:00.000-07:002010-08-29T07:46:29.261-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/THpyR_k4-OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PjMjOMsud1Q/s1600/bear01.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510842747490728162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/THpyR_k4-OI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PjMjOMsud1Q/s320/bear01.jpg" /></a>大家都说做人好累, <div>我也这么觉得...<br /></div><div></div><div>要戴上假发,</div><div>戴上面具,</div><div>戴上眼镜,</div><div>戴上笑容...</div><div>穿上内衣,</div><div>穿上外衣,</div><div>再穿上外套...<br /></div><div></div><div>穿上内裤,</div><div>穿上外裤,<br />再系上皮带...<br /></div><div></div><div>穿上袜子,</div><div>穿上鞋子,</div><div>再绑上鞋带...<br /></div><div></div><div>天天都得如此, 直到上天堂...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-1995732293841500794?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-75782279501843667102010-08-19T08:09:00.000-07:002010-08-19T08:24:09.076-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TG1L-OGMt6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MQZIOvjthg0/s1600/36.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507141451652052898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TG1L-OGMt6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MQZIOvjthg0/s320/36.jpg" /></a>“DOMO, 也就是我的狗, 没人向与你告别 所以大家眼眶红红的..<br />我站在一角, 俯视着你...<br />家人想念着你...<br />四面白色的布幕飘动着, 冲动地哭起来..<br />以前我每一天都看见你..<br />脑中不自觉地构思了一本三年来的情节,<br />我对不起你, 也可能是我们缘尽..<br />我以后的日子，你都不在,你也对不起我...”<br /><br /><br />p/s: 我很想念你,每一刻...安息吧..我会开心的<br />(亲！最后一次，因为我再也亲不到你...我以前的狗狗都会在天堂照顾你的,你们都在那里等我)</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7578227950184366710?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-36398297681914344142010-08-03T07:58:00.001-07:002010-08-03T08:15:11.074-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TFgxtYYv4OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v2U20ad_81E/s1600/33a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201600543187170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TFgxtYYv4OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v2U20ad_81E/s320/33a.jpg" /></a>他们说爱情的花儿, 不断会从天上散落, 寻爱的人如果在同一秒同时接到爱情花,<br />将会开始疯狂恋爱...<br />不分年龄,性别,时空,没人可以阻扰...<br /><br />可惜,<br />两人的花儿时效不一,<br />缘断情灭后请继续仰头耐性等待...<br />下一个爱情花的落下...<br /><br />爱情的花儿,<br />不停地落下...<br />有人一生应接不暇,<br />有人终于漏接... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-3639829768191434414?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-58446862547493080262010-07-27T09:45:00.000-07:002010-07-27T09:57:28.149-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TE8PirZjx4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AvuC2D9Y-2o/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498630758482560898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TE8PirZjx4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AvuC2D9Y-2o/s320/15.jpg" /></a> 小鸭..<br />小船..<br />小渡轮..<br /><br />拜拜！我不再想你们, 不再爱你们了..<br /><br />昨天爸爸妈妈大吵一架..<br />夜里我们抱在一起哭了好久,<br />现在你们还感到害怕吗？<br /><br />以后再也听不到争吵的声音了..<br />这一切都是为了你们好..<br /><br />再见了！<br />不要为我担心..<br />再见了我的童年...<br />我想念你们..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-5844686254749308026?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-15932149742078182172010-06-23T09:08:00.000-07:002010-06-23T09:17:38.089-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TCIzeL-x3tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ttCgLHxu2OQ/s1600/23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486003889795882706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/TCIzeL-x3tI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ttCgLHxu2OQ/s320/23.jpg" /></a> 她在暗处,他在亮出... 她在左边,他在右边...<br />他看她,他也看见她...<br /><br /><br />他知道她在看他,<br />她也知道他假装不看她...<br /><br />大部分的时间,他们都是看着永不停歇的大雨...<br /><br />滴滴答答地从灰蒙的天际一直落下,<br />他们都在等雨停,然后离开?<br />就像所有人一样?<br />是否还记得那次的躲雨?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-1593214974207818217?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-3876013798024074382010-05-08T11:03:00.000-07:002010-05-08T11:13:43.965-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S-Wpam1KM5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/P4FIPHi-m2E/s1600/002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468963597076542354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S-Wpam1KM5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/P4FIPHi-m2E/s320/002.jpg" /></a> 终于明白,<br />一个人是无法抵挡所有事情的,<br />有时候一朵白云 也会让人窒息,<br /><br /><br />妈妈的耐力...像<br />风轻柔吹散阴影,<br /><br /><br />妈妈的努力...像<br />小鸟轻松的穿过云朵,<br /><br /><br />微风能够做到, 我未必能...<br />小鸟能够做到, 我未必能...<br /><br /><br />您能够做到的, 我未必能... ...<br /><br /><br />妈妈！母亲节快乐...<br />我会开心你与我的小世界同在<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-387601379802407438?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-84410439148830860452010-04-13T17:59:00.000-07:002010-04-13T18:04:51.565-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S8UUlrlF1MI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y6eZiNU1OdM/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459792760842605762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S8UUlrlF1MI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/y6eZiNU1OdM/s320/12.jpg" /></a><br /><div>伤心难过的时候</div><div>朋友怎么都刚好</div><div>消失无影...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>卧倒雪地,</div><br /><div>三天三夜...</div><br /><div></div><div>可能也没有人会发现...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-8441043914883086045?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-50656846669362373822010-03-29T09:32:00.002-07:002010-03-29T09:43:31.482-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S7DYWbNyl3I/AAAAAAAAAII/hryD68U-Aik/s1600/022.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454097028519991154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S7DYWbNyl3I/AAAAAAAAAII/hryD68U-Aik/s320/022.jpg" /></a>她不知不觉地漫步到他们约会的老地方,<br />然后开始等他...<br /><br />她不知不觉地想象他走来时的神采笑容,<br />感到满心欢喜...<br /><br />她不知不觉地因为他的迟到而担心害怕<br />眼泪一滴滴掉下来...<br /><br />最后,他还是没有...<br />但是,天空是多么晴朗美好的一天...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-5065684666936237382?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-92037517649894710862010-03-19T11:15:00.000-07:002010-03-19T11:21:56.340-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S6PAZ4jgfQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lLcfwTsBDBM/s1600-h/023a.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450411524959010050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S6PAZ4jgfQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lLcfwTsBDBM/s320/023a.jpg" /></a><em>走到走到...</em><br /><em>来到了果园, 看见树上都长满了橘..</em><br /><br />他们合作摘取树上的橘子..<br /><br /><br />其实橘子还未熟，酸得无法入口..<br /><br />但这有什么关系呢?..<br /><br />爱情的甜蜜, 早让他们完全失去了味觉，<br /><br />不管吃什么,<br /><br />全都是甜蜜蜜的...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-9203751764989471086?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-50664700412104578842010-03-17T08:00:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:15:34.154-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S6Dw6YO1uxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yAZGPskC0s8/s1600-h/007a.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620434846071570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S6Dw6YO1uxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yAZGPskC0s8/s320/007a.jpg" /></a> 他摘下溪边的野花, 不断练习说各种甜言蜜语.<br /><br />"<em>你是我的宝贝!</em>"..<br />"<em>我永远爱你!</em>"....<br />"<em>你让我完美!</em>"...<br /><br />可惜最后男孩没有勇气把花送给他,<br />只好随手的将花丢进溪里,<br /><br />花朵竟如石头般沉入水底,<br />并发出悲痛的声音...<br /></div><div align="center">"<em>对不起,我是无心的...</em>" </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-5066470041210457884?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-75562928052324443212010-03-16T06:49:00.000-07:002010-03-16T06:57:46.286-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S5-ONjUkK4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rmMCcceZMlM/s1600-h/32.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449230437612530562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/S5-ONjUkK4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rmMCcceZMlM/s320/32.jpg" /></a> 像一块木头, 静静的漂动.. <div>天上的云, 飞过的野鹤, 随它去吧..</div><div>错过的机会, 心伤的过往, 随它去吧...</div><br /><div></div><div>像一块木头, 静静的漂动..</div><div>我的小小池塘里,</div><div>无止尽地幻想在大洋上流浪....</div><br /><div>在我的池塘里,</div><div>一块木头,我永远也不会沉下去</div><div>...</div><div>...</div><div>.......</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7556292805232444321?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-45615594534561156482009-12-24T07:46:00.000-08:002009-12-24T08:00:51.775-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SzOQFiYah-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/36yd6O4H40M/s1600-h/1236740760518.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418833201459791842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SzOQFiYah-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/36yd6O4H40M/s320/1236740760518.jpg" /></a><br />不知道为什么<br /><br />从几时开始...<br /><br />船对水说:<br /><br />"<em>我可以独立了,不再需要你当我的路</em>."<br /><br />水没出声..<br />只觉得船或许有自己的能力了...<br /><br /><br /><br />可是船没有了水怎么行走呢？<br /><br /><br /><br />(妈,对不起..圣诞我却忘了你,对不起...真的对不起...)<br /><br /><br /><br />船和水本来就是一起的东西...<br /><br />应该互相付出...<br /><br /><br /><br />(对不起...)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4561559453456115648?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-49625547111374929462009-11-04T08:13:00.000-08:002009-11-04T08:18:49.651-08:00一直以来<br />我不能缺少的就是名利,<br />我不懂得为什么我不能没有它...<br />犹如一幅身体需要华丽的衣服,<br />但远古名画都用裸体,有如不渴望什么名利..<br />但是对不起,把眼前放回来,我是现代人..<br />我也会需要漂亮华丽的衣服...<br />衣服同时也不能和别人同时穿上,<br />因为是没有人能够做到的...<br />我只能说,但承德明对自己的想法..<br />因为这就是我...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4962554711137492946?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-67847055616410404042009-10-13T08:26:00.000-07:002009-10-13T08:40:56.285-07:00在10月12日...<br />我很感动,有关科技的东西,<br />都响个不停...好像在提醒着我什么似的..<br />电话声.....响个不停..<br />身边却只有一人,因为都深夜了...<br />有点伤心但祝福让我今晚变得会发光似的..<br />一个人生活,有祝福也可以很开心...<br />除了感动,我没有其他的可以说。。<br />满满的真诚祝福让我受宠若惊...<br />谢谢！！<br />真得谢谢大家！<br />生日快乐,伟弘...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-6784705561641040404?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-50481707051514590092009-10-04T05:47:00.000-07:002009-10-04T05:50:34.577-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SsiZzwct4WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wVR37F4wr0c/s1600-h/31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SsiZzwct4WI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wVR37F4wr0c/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388726068606525794" border="0" /></a><br />星星最后还是都没有露脸。<br /><br />远方不断传来伙伴们的歌声。<br /><br />我等待渐起的浓雾将我包围。<br /><br />那么我就可以<br /><br />假装自在地和你一起欢唱。<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"我能跟你们一起吗?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">因为我一个人..."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-5048170705151459009?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-68368445466809906822009-09-28T09:00:00.001-07:002009-09-28T09:02:10.153-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SsDdyd9kLtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w-CqAUK1cYw/s1600-h/318066723683843886.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SsDdyd9kLtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/w-CqAUK1cYw/s320/318066723683843886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386549013441162962" border="0" /></a><br />爱情是一朵生长在绝崖边缘的花<br /><br />想要摘採它必须要有勇气<br /><br />人可以支配自己的命运<br /><br />若我们受制于人<br /><br />那错不在命运<br /><br />而是在我们自己<br /><br />....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-6836844546680990682?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-37163897644719181652009-09-22T03:56:00.001-07:002009-09-22T03:59:03.583-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SritxFvKwLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KhTcaBKHxTU/s1600-h/133372_8913.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SritxFvKwLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/KhTcaBKHxTU/s320/133372_8913.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384244413386637490" border="0" /></a><br />当第一次渴望对方时<br />会分泌所谓性荷尔蒙的睪丸素和雌激素<br />当这个渴望持续<br />进而陷入情网的时候<br />会分泌多巴胺和羟色胺<br />羟色胺是男女相爱<br />最重要的化学物质<br />它会让一个人暂时失去理智<br /><br />如果到了下一个阶段<br />两人会因为关系持续<br />而渴望更加亲密<br />进而发展成性爱和亲密<br />这时候大脑会分泌出催产素<br />和唾体后叶荷尔蒙<br /><br />羟色胺<br />会让一个人<br />看不清楚对方的缺点<br />因此让爱情变得很盲目<br /><br />这些所有的荷尔蒙<br />高浓度的时间是两年左右<br />最长也能三，四年<br />... ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-3716389764471918165?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-13026319423934107342009-09-21T06:19:00.000-07:002009-09-21T09:39:48.662-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SresQLnikYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AxPQrLFNBrg/s1600-h/29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SresQLnikYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/AxPQrLFNBrg/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961273541235074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">最后，费心拣选的石头又通通留在海边。<br />那些美丽的石头，有的将被海浪卷走，<br />有的会被别人捡走，有的会永远留在原地。<br />每一颗小小石头，<br />都有着悲欢离合，变化无常的命运。<br />有时..<br />我宁愿自己是石头,<br />至少我没有感觉...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-1302631942393410734?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-66207584692063918762009-09-14T07:45:00.000-07:002009-09-14T07:57:57.531-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sq5Z2iVQvAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/McSsuvyqAr8/s1600-h/28a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sq5Z2iVQvAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/McSsuvyqAr8/s320/28a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381337398218112002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><p style="text-align: center;">幽静的下午..<br />小鸟飞过来站在上面,<br />看见周围的水滴奋力冲上最高点，<br />又无力地掉回小池塘。<br />但....<br />它终究也只能够在这个小池塘上上下下..<br />都离不开水池..<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-6620758469206391876?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-68996869681610020752009-09-09T07:04:00.000-07:002009-09-09T07:30:06.402-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sqe7hJWM2xI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mz3O93F0sk4/s1600-h/25a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sqe7hJWM2xI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Mz3O93F0sk4/s320/25a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379474458036460306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br />冬天的树影日渐稀疏，<br />路灯有一些感伤，一些抱歉。<br />我对它说：“<span style="font-style: italic;">没关系，春天不远了</span>。”<br />每一篇的叶子掉下..<br />代表着就快重生..<br />大家都是新的,不会再为谁而感到不舍...<br />因为,季节也是圆的......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-6899686968161002075?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-43219251904214789252009-09-06T06:33:00.000-07:002009-09-06T06:37:00.037-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SqO6o-vSXUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5PSENl0on_A/s1600-h/222.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SqO6o-vSXUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5PSENl0on_A/s320/222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378347593209371970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />我只能支撑七秒。<br />七秒之后我将落下，再奋力爬上支撑五秒。<br />我只能支撑五秒。<br />五秒之后我将落下，再奋力爬上支撑三秒。<br />我只能支撑三秒。<br />三秒之后我将落下，继续被疯狗追逐。<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />后来，我们都一起飞了起来，<br />却依然在空中奋力追逐……<br />我会用我的极限来换来坚持...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4321925190421478925?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-23024244632711715422009-09-03T00:44:00.000-07:002009-09-03T00:52:21.673-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sp91h-7aDyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j3VcMotO6SY/s1600-h/09a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sp91h-7aDyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/j3VcMotO6SY/s320/09a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377145706791964450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">梦想抱着一只海豚<br />在清晨冰冷的海中游泳。<br />一圈又一圈，一圈又一圈，<br />一圈又一圈，一圈又一圈，<br />直到海水慢慢变暖和了，直到我们又累得睡着。<br />为什么儿时的梦想,<br />却只有那里可以实现?<br />哈哈...<br />至少我见过你..<br />海豚...我们会在一起游泳的...<br />知道我们都睡着...<br />一定...会再见...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-2302424463271171542?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-29789715996742067802009-08-26T11:14:00.000-07:002009-08-26T11:22:04.564-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SpV8DzeP58I/AAAAAAAAAFo/A5oZXvdTt7g/s1600-h/005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SpV8DzeP58I/AAAAAAAAAFo/A5oZXvdTt7g/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374338135135086530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> 当我不知该如何描绘人脸部的表情时，<br />我就画背影...<br />因为我总会觉得没有压力,<br />也不用努力的去想你的样子...<br />但是,<br />会令我慢慢的忘记你的样子...<br />只记得你那时的背影...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-2978971599674206780?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-58836440688381732632009-08-11T08:29:00.000-07:002009-08-11T08:33:36.345-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SoGPMvcIM_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/t4eQhdK4tsc/s1600-h/c28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SoGPMvcIM_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/t4eQhdK4tsc/s320/c28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368729679857988594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">从来都不相信,<br />不用实体或动作,<br />就能直接伤害人..<br /><br />但是,<br />到了今天...<br />你站在我的前面,<br />我才知道...<br /><br />是我让你住进我心里,<br />你才有机会直接这样伤害我...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-5883644068838173263?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-72116760040254726222009-08-09T08:54:00.000-07:002009-08-09T09:00:25.568-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sn7yhYWwyzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pz4FoaG8-CA/s1600-h/x2-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sn7yhYWwyzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pz4FoaG8-CA/s320/x2-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994461159738162" border="0" /></a><br />忽然就到了一种令人沮丧的年纪，<br />开始厌烦过生日。<br />忽然就觉得人生没什么好叙说，回忆，如此美好。<br />忽然朋友都不见了，电脑、电视、电冰箱变得十分亲密。<br />忽然，半夜我也坐在马路上喝啤酒，<br />不是青春浪漫是晚景凄凉。<br />忽然……<br />那你呢?<br />忽然很黑暗,真的很黑...<br />我迷失了...脑里想的就只有妈妈,爸爸...<br />是家....对不起!我真的很想回家...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7211676004025472622?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-80958658003660086592009-08-02T07:34:00.000-07:002009-08-02T08:01:10.390-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SnWqHsnSraI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KaJ5Z0WjdMc/s1600-h/02fan3p.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SnWqHsnSraI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KaJ5Z0WjdMc/s320/02fan3p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365381580293582242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">“为什么种那么多花在这边?”<br />女孩问道,<br /><br />“我每次我想念他,<br />就会在这边种多一朵花..<br />每当我种多一朵花的时候,<br />我的心就会痛一次..”<br /><br />只他不知道..<br /><br />“那你在等什么?”<br />“对啊,其实..我在等什么?... ....”<br /><br />我静了一下...我在等什么?<br />在同时,花又开始萌芽了...我真的很想念你..<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-8095865800366008659?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-14704430376994589862009-07-27T10:09:00.000-07:002009-07-27T10:21:16.852-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sm3h0UUykYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/l79ai_-haCU/s1600-h/%E5%B9%B8%E7%A6%8F%E5%B7%A5%E5%BB%A0%E6%B0%91%E5%AE%BF08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sm3h0UUykYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/l79ai_-haCU/s320/%E5%B9%B8%E7%A6%8F%E5%B7%A5%E5%BB%A0%E6%B0%91%E5%AE%BF08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363191020193485186" border="0" /></a><br />有时我在想...<br />幸福工厂呢?<br />其实真的存在吗？<br />有？那么在哪里;没有？那幸福哪里来？<br /><br />我想要的工厂是蓝蓝的颜色,开心的蓝色..<br />就像天空, 就是这么的简单轻松...<br />会给我制造幸福,我会帮他打工...<br /><br />就这样简简单单....幸福就是这样...<br />但有天工厂停工了怎么办？<br />我想.....当我被革职的时候,我也是离开幸福的时候...<br />蓝蓝幸福的工厂, 我在等你......<br /><br />大家.....都在等你呢...<br />幸福会让人心酸......我真的很舒服<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-1470443037699458986?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-91717229603154619392009-07-22T01:21:00.000-07:002009-07-22T01:28:48.851-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SmbNjWpSbmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HGHX27PXvpk/s1600-h/006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SmbNjWpSbmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HGHX27PXvpk/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361198413689024098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">你感受得到吗？<br />你看不见听不见的...<br />是不是就等于不存在？<br />也许只是被浓云遮住，<br />也许刚巧风砂飞入眼帘，<br />我看不见你，却依然感到温暖...<br />而我是真的喜欢你的..<br />你能知道吗?...<br />就好象乌云爱上了太阳的温暖....<br />为了见太阳一面...<br />带来的却是被太阳的温暖搁浅....<br />消失不见....<br />哪有一天, 你时间与记忆都会把我的乌云彻底消灭...<br />带给了地上的温暖, 而不是我...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-9171722960315461939?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-81313531721345875452009-07-17T08:20:00.000-07:002009-07-17T08:31:22.707-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SmCZOzDnFLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8EZyFktIe_U/s1600-h/18+Lib16.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SmCZOzDnFLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8EZyFktIe_U/s320/18+Lib16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359452036073460914" border="0" /></a><br />他们说月有圆缺 所以才美才浪漫<br />总而复失的爱凄美 心太酸<br />就算躲不过阴晴 逃不了缺残<br />整夜浪漫星光 有你陪伴夜晚<br /><br />又说人生有圆缺 所以更期待圆满<br />谁又舍得歌唱离别 泪满衫<br />万盏霓虹 不比你爱璀璨<br /><br />剪影你轮廓 如影随性的孤单......<br /><br />好想好想跟你在一起....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-8131353172134587545?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-73148030615600923352009-07-08T07:43:00.000-07:002009-07-08T07:59:47.947-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SlS0HA2ggkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hztA2cmXB7k/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SlS0HA2ggkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hztA2cmXB7k/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356103889431069250" border="0" /></a><br />七月八号 天气晴...<br /><br />他们从来没有如此安静过，<br />他们自己都觉得不要思议，<br /><br />对面树上的七只猴子，<br />也感到有些奇怪。<br /><br />他们从来不曾度过<br />如此安静的午后时光。<br />他们过去总是吵吵闹闹动个不停，<br />连一分钟都静不下来。<br /><br />他们都怎么了？<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7314803061560092335?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-762416740035518802009-07-01T07:20:00.000-07:002009-07-01T07:37:36.342-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Skt0XZtEtrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3si0Y4G9TXI/s1600-h/002a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Skt0XZtEtrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3si0Y4G9TXI/s320/002a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353500527445718706" border="0" /></a>我是一张照片..<br />我住在相框里...<br /><br />望向窗外，<br />望向远方，<br />想像雨滴溅湿了相框，<br />想像大雪覆盖了沙漠，<br />望向窗外，看见天空的明白，<br />望向远方，看见你正向我走来。<br /><br />想像窗外走不进来的春天。<br /><br />我在相框里工作，我喜欢展现自己，<br />我常常抬头看着天上的云朵，<br />思绪也随之飘向远方…<br /><br />我至少可以用相框边把你盖住...<br />也至少...我看不见你......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-76241674003551880?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-37097423894582386712009-06-27T09:12:00.000-07:002009-07-28T08:30:11.611-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SkZKnG4DU5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dyeo92mQJWo/s1600-h/039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SkZKnG4DU5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dyeo92mQJWo/s320/039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352047242897478546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">人家说, 双亲节是家人好好聚在一起的时刻...<br />不晓得为什么这种感觉我都忘了...<br /><br />今年父亲节,我跟我公公度过了,<br />当天晚上...<br />爸爸这个礼拜去了外地公干,妈妈和朋友去了娱乐,<br />我就偶然来到了公公的家里..<br />家里不大,但是心房里却很大,大的来只有我们两个人,<br />家门是对着邻居家的家门...<br />看着他们人来人往,一辆一辆车下来的亲戚到来庆祝,<br />热闹的声音传到了我心里...而我和公公就在家里看电视机...<br />空气有点冷,可能是当天有下雨吧...<br />冷得我说不出话来...<br /><br />过了不久,我哥哥来载我回家了...<br />跟我公公说"再见"时,我哭了..<br />不懂为什么,我心里面想留下来陪公公过今天...<br />但是最后我还是留下了公公一个人...<br />我在车上哭了,但是没人发现,也没有发现我和公公心里的感觉... ...<br />今晚就被孤寂覆盖了,有点安宁的感觉......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-3709742389458238671?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-14893023978062524812009-06-16T04:49:00.000-07:002009-06-16T05:06:58.238-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SjeKo1BbeYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WY8HzIdBC5U/s1600-h/002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SjeKo1BbeYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/WY8HzIdBC5U/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347895516558227842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">我打开门, 请你进来...<br /><br />屋里光线昏暗,<br />让我为你点一盏灯;<br />你若能暂时停留,<br />我会为你泡一壶热茶...<br /><br />屋外异常静谧,<br />天也渐渐暗了下来...<br /><br />阶前的花猫,<br />专注的凝视远方,<br />在看你吗?<br /><br />周围时时刻刻在变幻,<br />我必须找寻一个缓慢悠静的时空...<br /><br />你还在犹豫吗?<br /><br />门要关了......可能下一次开门的人不是我...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-1489302397806252481?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-49158809514901577412009-06-12T06:51:00.000-07:002009-06-12T06:57:52.603-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SjJemW6b_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/KM9iiqIiHYo/s1600-h/001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SjJemW6b_AI/AAAAAAAAADw/KM9iiqIiHYo/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439720720923650" border="0" /></a>我站在大树上<br /><div style="text-align: left;">学像鸟一样飞翔..<br /><br />当然知道有些事情不可能成真,<br />但, 我还是很想试试!<br />风来了, 我努力挥动着双手,<br />临风飞翔......<br /><br />感到无比的幸福..<br />我相信我能..<br /><br />我更知道..<br />有一天我会累,回倒...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4915880951490157741?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-39289029522318092232009-06-08T05:38:00.000-07:002009-06-08T05:52:03.800-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Si0I2VW5T1I/AAAAAAAAADg/Lbp31YSCmRs/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Si0I2VW5T1I/AAAAAAAAADg/Lbp31YSCmRs/s320/008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344938062297780050" border="0" /></a>每个黄昏过后,<br />大家都焦虑地等待...<br />却再也看不到月亮升起...<br /><br />海水慢慢平静下来,<br />海洋凝固成一面漆黑的水镜...<br /><br />没有水亮的夜晚,世界变得清冷幽寂..<br /><br />这时向后看的我,却看不见你...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-3928902952231809223?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-71995469679631772682009-06-07T10:08:00.000-07:002009-06-07T10:15:04.912-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Siv1DSWBPAI/AAAAAAAAADY/vGhpWXrwVEU/s1600-h/c4031382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Siv1DSWBPAI/AAAAAAAAADY/vGhpWXrwVEU/s320/c4031382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344634819617831938" border="0" /></a><br />I'm searching...<br />......<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">my thoughts go out with you..<br />my Immortal Beloved..<br />I can live only wholly with you or not at all~<br />Be calm my life, my all...<br />only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve out purpose to live together...<br />Oh continue love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved...<br />Ever thine...<br />Ever mine...<br />Ever ours...<br />you know? I'm searching......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7199546967963177268?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-77586978135610935072009-06-05T09:08:00.000-07:002009-06-05T09:16:11.126-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SilESjuuoKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gGxdJT38hJc/s1600-h/idx-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SilESjuuoKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/gGxdJT38hJc/s320/idx-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343877518471372962" border="0" /></a><br />在童话里..<br /><br />野兽总是对美人说,<br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">虽然我外貌丑陋,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">但是我有一颗善良的心...</span>"<br /><br />而野猫在靠近小黄鸟时,<br />也深情款款地说出同样的话...<br /><br />那是巧合还是事实?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-7758697813561093507?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-84538681448449631052009-06-02T05:15:00.000-07:002009-06-02T05:30:50.239-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiUbRfxT4PI/AAAAAAAAACY/sJIIKMvEfYw/s1600-h/81.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiUbRfxT4PI/AAAAAAAAACY/sJIIKMvEfYw/s320/81.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342706520345010418" border="0" /></a>我养了一只"梦"...<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />我让他睡在我的床底下,<br /><br />我常常午夜就会看见它...<br /><br />我会喜欢给他系上小叮当,<br /><br />想知道他去了哪里..<br /><br />有多远?有几近?在那里?..<br /><br />因为不见你我会担心,会想念..<br /><br />那个"梦"就是你...<br />可惜的是...我只是养了一只"梦"......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-8453868144844963105?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-500013701994260292009-05-31T06:31:00.000-07:002009-05-31T06:43:40.550-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiKJZe3vVmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Pk7OPr6ZBfg/s1600-h/z27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiKJZe3vVmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Pk7OPr6ZBfg/s320/z27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341983178891417186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">颁奖的音乐响起...<br />我觉得好尴尬哦..<br /><br />第一名的人, 兴奋过头，<br />送去医院急救, 无法领奖...<br /><br />第二名的人, 不服气输, 拒绝领奖...<br /><br />第四名的人, 因为不是前三名, 没脸领奖...<br /><br />第五名的人说：“<span style="font-style: italic;">第四名的人都不领奖了, 我也不好意思领奖...</span>”<br /><br />第三名的人真寂寞...<br /><br />明明就是一件很快乐是事情嘛...<br /><br />第三名.......好寂寞......<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-50001370199426029?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-6221329291931384142009-05-30T05:29:00.000-07:002009-05-30T05:49:37.901-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiEqlyP-H1I/AAAAAAAAACI/yyjqPN5dFLM/s1600-h/z08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiEqlyP-H1I/AAAAAAAAACI/yyjqPN5dFLM/s320/z08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341597461670403922" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">问我为什么看得这么入神?<br /><br />我耸耸肩膀说:"<span style="font-style: italic;">没什么, 真的...</span>"<br /><br />我看着...<br />一朵小白云低低的滑过枯黄的草原...<br /><br />走走停停, 停停走走...<br />我想起了以前的欢笑, 挫折, 努力...还有朋友...<br />才知道不像云般飘然自在滑过...<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">没什么, 真的...</span>"<br /><br />我只想听听, 他们在说什么?....<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-622132929193138414?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-42232707343247643402009-05-29T09:44:00.000-07:002009-05-30T03:55:52.209-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiATrc1D8sI/AAAAAAAAACA/ss0c4BHE8YQ/s1600-h/forcockhorse1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/SiATrc1D8sI/AAAAAAAAACA/ss0c4BHE8YQ/s320/forcockhorse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341290795255460546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >在守株待兔的第48天起,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >我都忘记了我自己在等什么,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >守在树下 痴痴凝望远方...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >学会了欣赏花朵的美丽,云朵的变化,嗅到花草的清香...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >到了第52天...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >一群兔子向我相视微笑,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >还送我一朵小花,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >我回忆起童年的快乐时光....</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >才发现...我还在等待......却忘了在等什么?</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4223270734324764340?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4005633226612047526.post-42202042626783328592009-05-29T02:21:00.000-07:002009-05-30T03:55:26.731-07:00<a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sh-taWQMPDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gstP7ZGu7Is/s1600-h/1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sMogvmsSmak/Sh-taWQMPDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gstP7ZGu7Is/s320/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341178351246392370" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Ding dong~~ ding dong..... ... .. .. . . .</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >人问: "</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >有人在家吗？</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >按了门铃, 却得不到回应..</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >门铃说： "</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >他去流浪了</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >春天来了.. 树叶又开始新叶子了</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >但是 他还是没回来...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">人</span>不是鱼 怎会了解鱼的忧愁</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >鱼不是鸟 怎会了解鸟的快乐</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >鸟不是人 怎会了解人的荒唐</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >人不是鸟 怎会了解鸟的自由</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >鸟不是鱼 怎会了解鱼的深沉</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >鱼不是人 怎会了解人的幼稚</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >你不是我 怎么了解我</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4005633226612047526-4220204262678332859?l=gian-giancarlo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>GianCarlOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16679213548610974158noreply@blogger.com2