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| 天氣好熱，~~~好可怕啊，熱死人了…！ 熱浪+熱浪+熱浪~~~好熱…熱死了。 吃冰+吃冰+吃冰…！！！ @@@ 小白菜在國外那幾個月，~~~是夏天去的，…美國也是很熱，可是沒有刨雪花冰可以吃，~~~只有甜死人的冰淇淋+冰棒，她很快就發現=反正只要是學校=全世界都差不多。 上課=最愛發呆+分神的小白菜姑娘=一向覺得~~~上學=好比監獄、、不過=也只能忍受~~~她反正超級懶散=一輩子改不了。 @@@ 學校有些東方人=看小白菜台灣來的=又長得很漂亮=也有意無意想接近她，偏偏她個性很古怪=幾乎不和任何人交往。 姨媽的司機+管家=會照顧她吃喝+上學~~~姨媽也很大方=會給小白菜很多零用錢，可是=她就是悶悶不樂+滿腦子=想回台北=吃雪花牛奶冰。 @@@ 小白菜舒懶的個性=和南韓來的+日本來的=比較合，~~~台灣去的幾乎沒有，有幾位大陸小姑娘=特別看小白菜不順眼，、、因為大陸人=很奇怪~~~頭腦很死板+很保守=看不慣小白菜=好多外國人喜歡她=常常跑去約她。 美國中西部內陸生活很無聊，~~~毫無娛樂可言，只有市中心幾家百貨商場=假日又很早就打烊了，、、不愛上教會的小白菜=假日盡然只有上教會=去混日子。 @@@ 豐盈的日子 自由想像 望出 白色的窗櫺…我的心裡 還是 全都是 想念你 不論 何時何地 無止盡的思念 @@@ Vincent (Starry Starry Night) Don McLean @@@ 中國大陸那些留學生=很奇怪，~~~很喜歡搞小圈圈=看誰不順眼=就喜歡欺負誰，…還特別喜歡一付衛道者的死德性，~~~搞得小白菜煩死了=那些大陸怪胎又很計較錢財=很小氣。 漂亮豔麗懶散的小白菜~~~平常假日就住在姨媽家=姨媽喜歡讓她穿一身特別旗袍，反正就是貴得要死+緊得要命那種華麗的晚禮服=帶她參加各式各樣的應酬=特別鼓勵她參加各種交友聯誼活動，、、所以小白菜自然成為學校新生舞會+各式各樣晚宴的風頭人物。 她顯得神秘+高貴…很難親近，可是外國學生都比較大膽+開放~~~很容易就和其實神經很大條的小白菜=熟悉起來。 怪異的小白菜=一心想回台北，只有剛開始那兩.三個月=還有興趣=和同學打交道…參加交際活動、、她很快就嫌煩，下課以後=就回到以前在台北的習慣~~~關在家裡=深入簡出。 開學時，有一個紅頭髮=滿臉雀斑的外國同學，有一堂選修課~~~就坐她隔壁，那時小白菜很無聊=還會和他聊幾句…很快就沒興趣了、、，可是那個同學=不知道那根筋不對=竟然去調查小白菜的行程=好可怕的直接追求…。 常常突然冒出來=把她嚇得半死。 乏善可陳的留學生活~~~小白菜後來只記得，從姨媽家渡假別墅二樓望出去=那一望無盡的玉米田~~~成熟之後=一片金黃。 她平常上學時，還是住在學校附近的出租公寓，、、四層樓=分成兩組樓梯，…姨媽幫她租了=一+二樓，好大=一共有六個房間=兩個起居室+四套衛浴+一間廚房+一間餐廳。 小白菜不想一個人住，~~~只留下一樓 (就是她一個人住一層樓，樓下一間大起居室+兩間大套房一間廚房+一間餐廳)，樓上四間雅房+小起居室全分租給同學=只收半價=所以很快租光。(一對大陸情侶+兩個房間則隨便借給同學)。 她很懶散=連水電+瓦斯=都無所謂，~~~更從來都不會整理房間=台北就養成的壞習慣、、，還好姨媽=會請管家幫她收拾；小白菜也不開伙，~~~廚 房只允許加熱食物=半開放的廚房+餐廳=反正她很大方，、、一星期其實只住四天(星期五就被姨媽接回家，、、星期一才回學校)。 小白菜反正心不在焉，、、一直有外國同學整天跑來找她，…她快煩死了=卻從不直接拒絕，~~~很奇怪的爛個性、、，結果那對大陸情侶竟然跑來抗議= 說她太隨便、、干他們ppp事，~~~所以小白菜=就把那對情侶趕走=連水電+房租、、都沒收齊、、剛好學期末=寒假，小白菜當然也不打算讀第二學期，所 以她把所有人都趕走，、、就硬是要回台北過寒假=過年~~~就學姨媽=回台北就不回美國了。 隔了一層薄霧 我看見 我的世界 和所有人都相同 又都不同 聚散兩依依 魂縈夢遷 只有我和你 反正小白菜回台北時=是寒假了，、、姨媽本想她回去讀第二學期，、、，小白菜發誓=下次，除非他陪我去=那裡都不去了，、、反正=這種事=也無法勉強=小白菜早就二十歲=成年了。 @@@ Don McLean- American Pie (with Lyrics) A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while. But february made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died. So bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock 'n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him `cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died. I started singin', "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone, But that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from james dean And a voice that came from you and me, Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while lennon read a book of marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died. We were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter, Eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance! `cause the players tried to take the field; The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died? We started singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." Oh, and there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space With no time left to start again. So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick! Jack flash sat on a candlestick Cause fire is the devil's only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in hell Could break that satan's spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite, I saw satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. And they were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die. "this'll be the day that I die." They were singing, "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die." @@@ 午安+下次見!!! (热浪127丰盈世界 全文完博讯www.peacehall.com) |
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