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Lost美文
我不是英雄，也不惯于做英雄。
信手拈来的标题依旧如此，偶尔过于浮奢华丽，偶尔也会被寂静的人涌侵蚀。
努力不是一个人的结果，也不是一群人的追求，我们总是在追求完美的时候慌乱地掩饰自己的小心思与惴惴不安。我想过于完美着，唯一的缺点便是没有缺点着。只是这样的我们，从来也不曾出现过，那个完美的你都是我想象出来的，那个过于浮华绚烂的你都是我在暗夜静静开花的时候编造出来的。你在哪里别人不知道，却只有我知道。
天黑以后，我会沿着甬道前行，视力的逐渐下降会令我在黑暗里胡乱猜想，过于玩闹后的寂寞无华，没有灼热的月光如此的说法，没有假装信奉却真实信仰的魂灵。
我们不是天真的小孩，不会有羞而绯红的脸颊，也不会有因紧张而瑟瑟发抖的双手。我的指尖触及着冷色，我的骨节在清晰可见之处灼灼生辉，我的坦途不是坦途，我的贪求也只是故事里的一角。
如何让我去相信你是存在于世间的一朵不会枯萎的仙草，你会开紫色的花，花朵上沾着闪闪发亮的钻石，你对我微笑，努力让我相信你是一株仙草，而不是一朵妖艳的花。
如果你真实存在，我愿意相信。
交织点的部分总是我不由自主的假装快乐，没人走远也没人靠近。人不是自私，却是过于保护自己，我会看着那些熟悉的面孔，做着自己梦寐以求的事情。然后在凌乱的头发聚拢中吵醒自己的美梦，是我叫醒自己的，我害怕自己在那里沉沦而无法深醒，从前不懂得爱护自己，现在却是倍感呵护。
因而每个人都不是二手货。
我不残缺，也不完美。我不在那个交织点，我在一场穷途末路中追逐自己。
想哭的事情没有来，发笑的事情也不足以令我发笑。
可是我在笑。那本书写的不错，如果能够在电影院看一场静默片，可能我会更加眷恋秋天里的狂风细雨，以及无边的昏沉与悲伤思想。而我不再在伤悲之中开课，我在别人之外，自身之内，握一把细沙，没有风让我想要把它们随风扬起、细致、分化。
我不想做在马路边鼓掌的人，我也不适合做那个默默安于沉寂的自己。
失去的灵魂没人能够弥补，逃不开的宿命是一场游戏旅行。我只是锁住了自己的灵魂，在岌岌可危的年代等着英雄路过。我做过童话故事，我梦过自己是灰姑娘，我也为芭比做过精灵，可是那些都不是我。
每个人的细细琢磨都是自己的致命伤。我不敢过早离去，又或失去自我。
自由是每个人拼了命都想要保存的东西，即使我在冷藏着它，即使我在变态地保护着它，我不会失去它。
我们是一种诱惑组合，形成一种链接，言语中搁置芳香的致命毒药，我努力为你绽放，你却不是真实存在着。我总是如此乱了方寸地祸害着你，就像一场过往不及的追逐，你不是我的信仰，却是我想要拥有的信仰。
如此，我失去的其实是你。
锁住的灵魂。
深谙不问世事的自由。
我没有梦寐以求的英雄理想，只不过是在编故事。
偶然也会做一次奇葩，那是个冷笑话，我甘愿成为主角。别人笑了，我也笑了。我从来不会在如此大家开怀的.场景下哭泣。颓败的眼泪已经成长为我愿意相信的仙草，它开着花，它是你。
它是你，你是我过失的理想与自由。
我不记得你的体温，也不记得你妖娆的笑。只是听说你偶尔会很不爱我，然后就那么离去，没有通知没有消息，也不会熄灭你的灯火。我从来不知道你到底是不是还在这里。
努力是一种颜色，不努力也是一种颜色。
而我开始只是喜欢你喜欢的蓝色。
我们约定的旅行最终泡汤了。我放开了自己的手，我左手紧握的右手。我来不及逃离这场拍摄。
不再深感压抑。生活总会是无力的。
我再也不是小女生的情怀，看着想要的玩具娃娃和美丽的花束，也从来不会表现出艳羡的神情，于是我们也学着理智，搁置感情，放纵自我，努力变成生活想要我们变成的模样。
可是我变不成生活想要的模样。
我只是装起了自己，放在阳光下对每个人点头微笑，深爱着每个人每件事物，而我确是如此，我深爱你们，可是还有一个不那么深爱你们的我。
但是我没有。
没人看到我。那个只会在暗夜编写故事的人，没有自己的电脑桌，没有一杯咖啡可以驱赶我的睡意，没有一场黑暗是为我独自开放，不是灵光乍现，不是神采黯然，时光不会带走我，我也不会为它遗忘。
此前的二十多天，我在各种文字的飞扬中做着梦，不是我，那个故事不是我写的，我写的那个故事不是那个样子，不是我要他奋斗的，是他自己非要挣脱现实的枷锁，是他说要和我的笔作斗争，哪怕我告诉他最后的结局……没人对我屈服，除了我。
写一句话的斟酌，顾及成长的感受，音乐给不了的灵感，原谅不了自己的愚钝与措手不及，我说着混乱不堪的言语。会不会有人明白我的无可奈何。
我从没想过会这样
The Lost Sword-
A man was crossing the river when he accidentally dropped his sword into the river. Immediately he made a mark on the boat where the sword had fallen. “This is where my sword fell off, I shall find my sword by this mark.” he said.When the boat stopped moving, he went into the water to look for his sword at the place where he had marked the boat. Needless to say, it was useless. The boat had moved but the sword had not. He was unable to find the lost sword.
Traditional Culture Won‘t Be Lost美文
Traditional Culture Won‘t Be Lost It seems we are living in the conflict between modern and traditional cultures every day. Hearing the blaring of horns the moment you step out of your house, seeing the so called “pop” the moment you open your eyes, you can‘t help thinking, “Will the traditional culture be gradually lost?” Many people believe so. They may put right in front of you all the evidences they can dig out.
They may argue that people are rushing to restaurants instead of cooking at home, listening to pop music but not traditional, wearing in a way people couldn‘t imagine ten years ago. Modern people like the air of freedom, not to be restrained by traditions. They offer this long list, only trying to confirm that this world is full of fashion,competition and temptation and the traditional culture is fadingand will be lost at last. Though we are now living in a world in which undeclared aggression, war, hypocrisy, chicanery, anarchy are part of our daily life. Though this is a skeptical age, and our faith has weakened, our confidence in some aspects of the traditional culture should and would never be lost. Wouldn‘t you agree that our traditional culture is always credited with modesty, politeness and respectfulness, which have always been treasured for more than five thousand years?Even in this modern world, people still admire those with good manners, those who are polite to others or respectful to old people.
Wouldn‘t you agree that our Chinese traditional music is beautiful and artistic and our Chinese tea culture is always an appealing treasure to people around the world? So there may just be some changes in our lifestyle or our attitudes towards life, but little change occurs to some fundamental aspects of our traditional culture that people still treasure in heart. The traditional culture will never be lost, I believe.
I'm warning you for the last time ─ stop talking!
我最后一次警告你——闭嘴！
The effects will last for the whole of his life.
这些将会持续影响他的一生。
It wasn't so good as last time.
这次不如上次好。
They hugged each other like a couple of lost children
他们相互紧抱在一起，就像一对迷路的孩子。
She lost it, just as I said she would.
我就说了吧，她把它丢了。
By that time I had lost interest in the idea.
那时我已经对此想法失去兴趣了。
A Little Boy Lost
'Nought loves another as itself,Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.'
The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!' said he:
'One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery.'
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,
And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such things done on Albion's shore?
A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
There, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book,
All her tender limbs with terror shook.
Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
O the trembling fear!
O the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'
lost stars中文歌词
《Lost Stars》是一首由Adam Levine演唱的歌曲，Adam Levine参演电影《歌曲改变人生》，作为电影《歌曲改变人生》的宣传单。
1月15日，《Lost Stars》获第87届奥斯卡金像奖最佳原创歌曲提名。
《Lost Stars 》迷失的星
Please don't see
请不要嘲笑
just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies
这只是一个沉湎在梦与幻想里的男孩罢了
Please see me
请看着我吧
reaching out for someone I can't see
伸出臂膀去拥抱那些我看不到的人
Take my hand， let's see where we wake up tomorrow
牵着我的手，看看明天我们会在哪里醒来
Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand
最好的计划有时莫过于一夜的陪伴
I'd be damned， Cupid's demanding back his arrow
丘比特正在召回他的箭而我将受伤
So let's get drunk on our tears
所以不如让我们在泪光之上醉生梦死
And God, tell us the reason
神啊，告诉我们理由
Youth is wasted on the young
为何青春就这样浪费在年少轻狂之时
It's hunting season
这是个竞争的世界
And the lambs are on the run
弱肉强食
Searching for the meaning
在找寻着活下去的理由
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
是不是我们都是迷茫的星星，却依旧努力照亮黑夜?
Who are we? Just a spec of dust within the galaxy
我们是谁? 只是沧海一粟?
Woe is me， if we're not careful turns into reality
如果我们输给了现实
But don't you dare let all these memories bring you sorrow?
但你不怕我们最好的回忆会带给你悲伤?
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
昨天我见到一头狮子亲吻一只小鹿
Turn the page maybe we'll find a blank new ending
或许另起一页我们会找到一个崭新的`结局
Where we're dancing in our tears
在那里我们含泪起舞
And God, tell us the reason
神啊，告诉我们原因
Youth is wasted on the young
为何青春就这样浪费在年少轻狂之时
It's hunting season
这是个竞争的世界
And the lambs are on the run
弱肉强食
Searching for the meaning
在找寻着活下去的理由
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
是不是我们都是迷茫的星星，却依旧努力照亮黑夜?
And I thought I saw you out there crying
我想我看到你哭了
And I thought I heard you call my name
我想我听到了你在呼唤着我的名字
And I thought I saw you out there crying
我想我看到你哭了
Just the same
但一切还是老样子
And God, Give us the reason
神啊，告诉我们理由
Youth is wasted on the young
为何青春就这样浪费在年少轻狂之时
It's hunting season
这是个竞争的世界
And this lamb is on the run
弱肉强食
Searching for the meaning
在找寻着活下去的理由
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
是不是我们都是迷茫的星星，却依旧努力照亮黑夜?
And I thought I saw you out there crying
我想我看到你哭了
And I thought I heard you call my name
我想我听到了你在呼唤着我的名字
And I thought I saw you out there crying
我想我看到你哭了
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
是不是我们都是迷茫的星星，却依旧努力照亮黑夜?
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark
是不是我们都是迷茫的星星，却依旧努力照亮黑夜
Lost（寻物启事）
At 9:30 a.m. this Saturday, Mr. Perkin carelessly lost his suitcase when he went to Jin Ancestral Temple from Yingze Street by bus.
The suitcase is square, orange color and made of leather. On it there is a metal handle to which a label is tied. And Perkin's name is written on the label. Inside the suitcase is a camera made in Japan, several rolls of film and two woolen jackets.
In the packet on the front cover puts a Chinese-English dictionary and two letters from U. S. A. In the back packet is a wallet with 1,000 dollars and a train ticket from Taiyuan to Beijing inside.
Will the finder contact with Mr. Perkin, please? His telephone number is 7075441. Many thanks to the finder from Mr. Perkin.
本星期六上午九点半，Perkin先生从迎泽乘公共汽车去晋祠时，不慎将手提箱丢失。
手提箱为方形、桔色、皮制。提箱上有一个系着标签的金属提手。标签上写着Perkin的名字。箱内有一日本相机，几卷胶卷和两件毛料上衣。
箱前的'口袋里放着一本汉英词典和两封美国来信。箱后有一装有1000美元的钱包和一张从太原到北京的火车票。
请拾到者与Perkin先生联系，他的电话号码是7075441。Perkin先生将不胜感激。
Mr. Perkin carelessly lost his suitcase at 9: 30 a.m. this Saturday when he took a bus from Yingze Street to Jin Ancestral Temple.
It is an orange square leather suitcase with a metal handle on it. A label with Perkin's name is tied to the handle. Inside the suitcase is a camera made in Japan, several rolls of film and two woolen jackets.
There is a Chinese-English dictionary and two letters from America in the packet on the front cover and in the back packet is a wallet with 1,000 dollars and a train ticket from Taiyuan to Beijing inside.
Will the finder get in touch with Mr. Perkin, please? His telephone number is 7075441. Mr. Perkin will appreciate the finder very much.
本星期六上午九点半，Perkin先生乘公共汽车从迎泽去晋祠时，不慎将手提箱丢失。
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寻物启事(Lost)
At 9:30 a.m. this Saturday, Mr. Perkin carelessly lost his suitcase when he went to Jin Ancestral Temple from Yingze Street by bus.
The suitcase is square, orange color and made of leather. On it there is a metal handle to which a label is tied. And Perkin＇s name is written on the label. Inside the suitcase is a camera made in Japan, several rolls of film and two woolen jackets.
In the packet on the front cover puts a Chinese-English dictionary and two letters from U. S. A. In the back packet is a wallet with 1,000 dollars and a train ticket from Taiyuan to Beijing inside.
Will the finder contact with Mr. Perkin, please? His telephone number is 7085441. Many thanks to the finder from Mr. Perkin.
本星期六上午九点半，Perkin先生从迎泽乘公共汽车去晋祠时，不慎将手提箱丢失。
手提箱为方形、桔色、皮制。提箱上有一个系着标签的金属提手。标签上写着Perkin的名字。箱内有一日本相机，几卷胶卷和两件毛料上衣。
箱前的口袋里放着一本汉英词典和两封美国来信。箱后有一装有1000美元的'钱包和一张从太原到北京的火车票。
请拾到者与Perkin先生联系，他的电话号码是7085441。Perkin先生将不胜感激。
Mr. Perkin carelessly lost his suitcase at 9: 30 a.m. this Saturday when he took a bus from Yingze Street to Jin Ancestral Temple.
It is an orange square leather suitcase with a metal handle on it. A label with Perkin＇s name is tied to the handle. Inside the suitcase is a camera made in Japan, several rolls of film and two woolen jackets.
There is a Chinese-English dictionary and two letters from America in the packet on the front cover and in the back packet is a wallet with 1,000 dollars and a train ticket from Taiyuan to Beijing inside.
Will the finder get in touch with Mr. Perkin, please? His telephone number is 7085441. Mr. Perkin will appreciate the finder very much.
本星期六上午九点半，Perkin先生乘公共汽车从迎泽去晋祠时，不慎将手提箱丢失。
手提箱为方形、桔色、皮制，其上有一个金属提手。写着Perkin名字的标签系在提手上。箱内有一日本相机，几卷胶卷和两件毛料上衣。
箱前的口袋里有一本汉英词典和两封美国来信。箱后口袋里有一个装有1000美元的钱包和一张从太原到北京的火车票。
请拾到者与Perkin先生联系，他的电话号码是7085441。Perkin先生非常感激拾到者。
Does God Care About Lost Dogs英文美文
The bitter cold weather had forced the large red dog to curl into a tighter ball, tucking his nose under his big, muddy feet. Old Red lived outside Larry“s Barber Shop, sleeping on a small scrap of carpeting. The mongrel dog had panted through a hot summer, watching hopefully as the children came out of the small grocery store that adjoined the barber shop. Many shared their treats with him. On Valentine”s Day, someone left a handful of candy hearts on Old Red“s carpet.
Old Red once had a buddy - a scrawny black dog. Constant companions, they slept curled together. During a cold spell the smaller dog disappeared. Old Red mourned his friend by keeping his usually wagging tail motionless. As friends stooped to pat him, Old Red wouldn”t even look up.
Someone dumped a puppy out one day, and Old Red immediately adopted him. He followed the puppy around like a mother hen. During the cold nights, Old Red shared his carpet with the frisky puppy, letting him sleep against the wall. Old Red slept on the cold outside.
Soon that puppy disappeared too, and the old dog was alone again.
I would have taken him home in a minute. Any homeless dog or cat could win my instant friendship - all it took was one hopeful look. But my husband had explained time and again that we simply could not take in stray animals. I knew he was right, but sometimes my heart forgot. With great determination I tried to steel myself against looking into the eyes of any stray, hungry dog or cat. Old Red never looked hungry, though, so I decided it was all right to form a relationship with him.
One day I found out by accident from the barber“s wife that her husband was feeding the dog daily. ”He won“t even buy cheap food,” she laughed. “He buys the most expensive there is.”
I stopped by the barber shop to tell Larry how grateful I was that he was feeding the dog. He brushed aside my thanks and insisted the dog meant nothing to him. “I”m thinking of having him taken off,“ Larry mumbled gruffly.
He didn”t fool me a bit.
During a snowstorm Old Red disappeared. I haunted the barber shop. “Larry, where can he be?” I“d ask.
”I“m glad he”s gone. He was a bother, and it was getting expensive feeding him.“ Larry continued to cut a customer”s hair, not looking at me.
Later, his wife told me that Larry had driven for miles looking for the dog.
On the third day the dog reappeared. I ran to him and patted his head. The big, dirty tail didn“t flop once. He didn”t even raise his head. I felt his nose: hot and dry. Bursting into the barber shop, I hollered, “Larry, Old Red”s sick!“
Larry continued cutting a customer”s hair. “I know. Won”t eat.“
Where do you think he”s been?“
”I can“t prove it, but I think someone at the shopping center complained and he was hauled off. Did you see his feet? Looks like he”s been walking for days to get back.“
I lowered my voice. ”Let him inside, Larry.“
The customers seemed to be enjoying our conversation.
”I can“t do that. This is a place of business.”
I left the shop, and for hours I tried to get someone involved in helping Old Red. The Humane Society said they“d take the dog, but they were an hour”s drive across Atlanta, and I had no idea how to get there. Anyway, no one would adopt a sick dog, and they“d put him to sleep. A vet I phoned said right away that he didn”t take charity cases. The police, fire department, and manager of the shopping center could offer no help. None of my friends were interested.
I knew I was about to bring Old Red home despite my husband“s rules about strays. I hadn”t brought an animal home in a long time.
As I fixed supper that night I said very little. My husband finally asked grimly, “Do you want me to go look at that dog with you?” Translated, this meant: “I”ll get involved a little bit. But we cannot keep the dog.“
I ran to the attic and got a large box and a blanket. Grabbing some aspirin and an antibiotic one of the children had been taking, then warming some milk, I finally announced, ”I“m ready.” We piled our four children in the car and started for the shopping center. Snow covered the ground. Hold on, Old Red. We“re coming.
As we entered the shopping center, all my hopes faded. He was gone. ”Oh, he“s gone off to die,” I moaned. We drove around and looked and called, but the dog didn“t come.
The next day I took the boys in for a haircut. Old Red was back! But he looked worse than ever. After feeling his hot nose, I ran into the barber shop. ”Larry, the dog is going to die right in front of your shop.“
Larry liked to tease me - even about this. He didn”t look up. “Think he”s already dead. Haven“t seen him move all morning.”
“Larry,” I screamed, “you”ve got to do something!“
I left the barber shop with a heavy heart. It took all my willpower not to put Old Red in our car. He seemed resigned to his fate. I was almost in tears. One of my twins kept asking me something as we sat in our car. He repeated his question for the third time.
”Does God care about lost dogs, Mama?“
I knew I had to answer Jeremy even though God seemed far away. I felt a little guilty, too, because I never thought about bothering God with this. ”Yes, Jeremy, God cares about all his creatures.“ I was afraid of his next question.
”Then let“s ask him to make Old Red well. Can we do that, Mama?”
“Of course, Jeremy,” I answered, somewhat exasperated. What else could I say to a five-year-old?
Jeremy bowed his head, folded his hands, shut his eyes and said, “God, I want to ask you to make Old Red well again. And please . . . send a little boy to love him. Amen.”
Jeremy waited patiently for my prayer. I felt like explaining to him that animals were suffering everywhere. But I prayed, “Dear Lord, thank you for caring about all your creatures. Please send someone to care about Old Red. Please hurry.”
Jon added his prayer to ours, and I backed out of the parking place. I was crying now, but Jeremy and Jon didn“t seem to notice. Jeremy let down the window and called out cheerfully, ”Bye, Old Red. You“re gonna be okay. Someone”s coming to get you.“
The tired old dog raised his head slightly as we drove off.
Two days later Larry called. ”Guess what?“ he said.
I was afraid to ask.
”Your dog“s well.”
“What . . . how . . .”
There was unmistakable excitement in Larry“s voice. ”Yesterday a vet came in to have his hair cut, and I asked him to take a look at the dog – “cause you were about to drive me crazy. He gave Old Red a shot, and he”s all well.“
Weeks passed, and Old Red continued to live outside the barber shop. I sometimes wondered if he ever noticed the dogs that came to the stores with families. Dogs often leaned out of car windows and barked at Old Red, or just looked at him. Old Red didn”t pay any attention.
Jeremy continued to talk about the someone whom God would send to love Old Red.
One day we rode by the barber shop and Old Red was gone. I went in and asked Larry where he was.
Larry started grinning as soon as I came in. “Strangest thing happened yesterday. This lady brought her little boy in for a haircut. I didn”t know them. New in this area. She asked about the dog. Her little boy had a fit over him. When I told her he didn“t belong to anyone, she took him home with her.”
“Larry, don”t tease me.“
”I“m not teasing. I”ll give you her telephone number. I got it. She was going to take the dog to the vet for shots and a bath. Man, you should have seen Old Red sitting up in the front seat of that Buick. If I didn“t know better, I”d say he was grinning. Happiest dog I“ve ever seen.”
I walked out of the barber shop quickly. I didn“t want Larry to see me crying.
someday.l lost a dream歌词
青峰這次翻唱改用英文歌詞的方式呈現，歌名也做了變動改為《Someday, I losta dream》，乾淨清亮的嗓音與吉他的搭配，純粹又令人舒服的表演，這個版本讓很多歌迷受到感動，有粉絲有感而發表示，雖然歌名中是《lost a dream》，卻在歌詞裡聽出了對所珍愛的'一切不曾放棄的堅持，溫暖了眾多網民的心。
someday,
i dream a place where's far away
but
i can't free
that anoter day
i lost a dream
i cannot sleep
blackbirds appear
so
i pray every night and everyday
every step and every way
so i say
if you try to understand
you will see that i never let you go away
someday somewhere
somehow i lost my way
so
i pray every night and everyday
every step and every way
so i say
if you try to understand
you will see that i never let you go away
someday somewhere
somehow i lost my way