蚊子~@天堂

Starry starry night

paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer’s day

with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills

sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.

And now I understand

what you tried to say to me

and how you suffered for your sanity

and how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they did not know how

perhaps they’ll listen now.

Starry starry night

flaming flowers that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze

reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue.

Colors changing hue

morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain

are smoothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.

And now I understand

what you tried to say to me

and how you suffered for your sanity

and how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they did not know how

perhaps they’ll listen now.

For they could not love you

but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that

starry starry night.

You took your life as lovers often do,

But I could have told you Vincent

this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Starry starry night

portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls

with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.

Like the stranger that you’ve met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose

lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

And now I think I know

what you tried to say to me

and how you suffered for your sanity

and how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen they’re not listening still

perhaps they never will.

记：虽然这首歌是写给梵高的，

但是我的名字叫蚊子(Vinson)，所以这首歌也是写给我的：）偷来听一下 再说

为了解决离婚日益增多的问题，民政局特意邀请一位研究婚姻问题的老教授前来讲学。

     须发皆白的老教授走进教室，把随手携带的一叠问卷和两个玻璃杯子放在书桌上，拿起面前的粉笔在黑板上写下一行大字，世界上没有失败的婚姻。

     讲台下立即嗡嗡作响，显然大家对老教授的话不以为然。老教授等到教室平静下来，说:”谁感觉自已的婚姻是和谐的请举手？”教室里没有一个人举手。

     老教授说：“我所知道的婚姻不和谐的原因都在这份问卷上，请大家选择。问卷上没有原因 ，可另写。但是，诸如吸毒、赌博、暴力等法律问题，不在婚姻学家研究范畴之内，如有此类情况请及时与公安机关联系。”讲台下一阵窃笑。

     大家拿起问卷一看，看到上面写着一百多个答案：对方固执、任性、抽烟、喝酒 跳舞、吝啬、唠叨、狂热工作、迷恋上网……老教授收回问卷，然后逐一问大家展示。大家发现，每份答卷都只选择了一个或者是两个答案。

     老教授又发了一份问卷，上面密密麻麻地写着一百多个问题：收入是否够维持生活？是否为你买过礼物？孩子是否健康活泼？生病后是否得到对方照顾？…..

     每份答卷上几乎全是肯定的回答。老教授说：“你们的婚姻并无不妥，之所以感到不如意，只是源于人为放大了婚姻中一些细微的瑕疵，忽视了身边的幸福。”

     说着，老教授接来一杯清水，取出钢笔，挤出一滴墨水滴入水杯中，那滴墨水 在水中在缓缓下降，最终沉入杯底，杯子里的水依旧是清澈的。

      这时，老教授用手指搅动清水，水随即变得浑浊起来。这一次，杯子里的水费了比滴入墨水三倍的时间才恢复了清澈。老教授又慢慢地把清水倒入别外一个杯子，然后把原来里的墨水倒掉，别外一个杯子里的水已经清澈如初。

     看着台下若有所思的男女，老教授语重心长地说：“滴墨入水，搅则变浑，婚姻何尝不是如此？”

    “想一想，究竟是谁搅浑了你们的婚姻的清水？”教授转过身来，突然严厉诘问，台下众男女不禁悠然动容，鸦雀无声。

     事实上，婚姻的清水里滴入墨水并不可怕，可怕的是不去思考怎样倒掉墨水，而是不停地搅动清水。…….

下楼的时候，才发现小区里一夜之间绽放了几树春梅。红的，白的，花瓣轻轻的洒在园子里，洒在人的肩上。

当年，也是那么的喜爱梅花，我们咬着青涩，含着梦想，寻遍了所有与梅花有关的诗词，嘴上在歌颂着梅花的品格，心里想着的却是你的善良。还是当年，也是和亲爱的兄弟一起，每天傍晚等在教室下面的小花园里，假装等着梅花绽放，唱着我们自己写的歌儿，也悄悄等着我们心里的她从九曲桥上经过，让心里的花跟随着脚步一起绽放。

而现如今，花飞花落，人去楼空，我们也早已不是当年的青涩小孩，各自在躲自己的城市里，也将会发生着无数的寻常故事；不寻常的，只有曾经的执着和坚持。数着那灵魂不再孤独的日日夜夜里留下的记忆中的美好；

消逝了，那飘逸的马尾；不变的，依然只有这梅花儿的孤傲。