Tuesday, November 16, 2010

An Mail from My Aunt

To those who are married, .. Not married .. and
soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story...


MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Lily. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Lily so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of
me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Lily.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door every morning.. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd
request.

I told Lily about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the
office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Lily about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.


She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked
intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked
upstairs. Lily opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Lily, I do not
want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have
a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Lily, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Lily seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the
bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot
give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend
and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a
real happy marriage!


If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.


Sad Story by Kay Regala

Saturday, November 6, 2010

幸福ザ定义

幸福可以很简单
只要你用心体会

一颗卤蛋
也可以温暖你的心窝

一段文字
也能写入你心坑



Wednesday, November 3, 2010

名师高徒亚洲杯第三场之阿里山的姑娘

戴爱玲-信乐团-千年之恋

你不知道的事

蝴蝶擦几次眼睛

再学会飞行

夜空洒满了星星

但几颗会落地

还记得我们是如何认识的吗?

若不是因为考试

也许

我们永远都不会认识到对方

也许

这就是缘分吧...

我飞行

但你坠落之际

很靠近

爱听见呼吸

对不起

我却没捉紧你

也许你不懂

刚开此

我从没想过

能和你成为朋友

就连多说几句话

也没想过

因为

你是多么的冰冷

请允许我用着词儿

你是多么的安静...

你不知道我为什么离开你

我坚持不能说

放任你哭泣

你的泪滴像倾盆大雨

碎落满地

在心里清晰

你知道吗

我的部落格也因为你

而成了关闭式

因为

我用了你的照片

作为背景了

我偷的...

你不知道我为什么狠下心

还悬在你看不见那高空里

我的事

你不知道的事

不懂何时起

我对你有了不一样的感觉

超越友情

却还不到爱情

这感觉

把我也弄乱了...

蝴蝶擦几次眼睛

再学会飞行

夜空洒满了星星

但几颗会落地

我飞行

但你坠落之际

很靠近

爱听见呼吸

对不起

我却没捉紧你

也许

对你来说

我就是哥儿们

我也很希望我们能保持这样的关系

直到永远...

你不知道我为什么离开你

我坚持不能说

放任你哭泣

你的泪滴像倾盆大雨

碎落满地

在心里清晰

我们明年或以后

也许

就不会再有联络了

再见了

我的 朋友...

你不知道我为什么狠下心

还悬在你看不见那高空里

我的事

你不知道的事

刘心-海阔天空

刘心-老爹