随心(20051024)

       需求没有上来写些东东了，不是没时间，是没心情。
       在写这篇文章时突然想起一首美国乡村民谣，大学时候老师教唱的，那时候外教一年一换，现在甚至记不起她的名字。上课的时候她总会拿着吉他教我们哼唱她喜欢的民谣，其中一首时：一个人需要走过多少路才能成为一个真正男人……一个人要仰望多少次，才能够看到天空？ 一个人要有多少只耳朵，才能够听到人们的呐喊？

      沧桑、悲怆还是其它什么，也许没有一个合适的词语来形容它。但是用这首歌曲来描述现在的心情和想法最恰当不过了，下下来放给自己听。把歌词贴出来给有缘人欣赏

How many roads must a man walk down

How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?

How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist,
Before it's washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?

How many times can a man turn his head,
Pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Bob Dylan