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10 days ago
这两天很童话啊。一会儿想着变成小熊/小刺猬去冬眠，一会儿又希望大风给我吹来个小精灵陪我一起玩。 4点多离开学校，外面已经全黑。摸着黑往家走，一边大口的呼吸着新鲜空气，一边听着风把树叶吹得沙沙作响。于是我突然想，要是这时候蹦出来一个小精灵该多好啊。那种小小的，很可爱的，闪着漂亮的绿绿的光（不是吓人的那种）。要不出来个Totoro也好啊，可以去看Tree Spirit。 Natural History Museum最近办的的 Veolia Environnement Wildlife Photographer of the Year exhibition 宣传画我很喜欢。就是那种我喜欢的精灵出没的地方~
86 days ago
-- Terence Davies Between sleeping and waking, earth does not revolve, and slow turns the life of meagre timbre of dullest breath. Between birth and dying, some lovely moments grow, and sorrows not known unitl tomorrow, cloud the happy hours spent dreaming in the sun. Between joy and consolation, no easy path, some flights of fancy, some colour, glourious old Hollywood, small comic England, black and white. Between loving and hating, the real journey starts, let go the latter, embrace the former, then fall to heaven on a gentle smile. Between waking and sleeping, the earth resumes its turn, the soft light fills the room, the nightly demons perish from the bed, and all humanity braves another day.
