Friday, February 5, 2010
没有合适不合适，只有珍惜不珍惜
刚搬进这个房子的那天，她整理完全部的东西，最后拿出一
个非常精致的玻璃瓶，对他说道：“亲爱的，3个月内，你让我每哭一次，我就往里面加一滴水，代表我的眼泪。要是它满了，我就收拾我的东西离开这房子。”
爱没有合不合适，只有珍惜不珍惜男人不以为然，有点纳闷 ：“你们女人也太神经质了吧！就这么不信任我么，那还有什么可谈？我让你搬过来和我一起生活，是为了照顾你，不是欺负你的！”
女人说：“好男人不会让心爱的女人受一点点伤，我会记录 下我为什么流泪，不会是莫名其妙的。”
“那好吧，抱抱～！”
两个月后，女人把那瓶子给男人看，说：“已经满一半了， 在两个月内，我们是否有必要查看一下是什么问题呢？”说完递了一本精致的小笔记本给男人。
男人没有马上打开来看，他的表情里有一丝惊讶，还有点哭 笑不得的意味，似乎没有想到女人的眼泪可以这么多，盛得这么快，又觉得女人是小题大作了，但是很可爱。
他打开本子开始看，惊讶女人怎么写了那么多。男人一边看 着，女人一边说话：“第一次吵架，是在第3天，而且还是一大早，你刚醒来有点懵懂，挤的牙膏不知道怎么的飞到镜子上了，那是我刚擦干净的，我说你连挤牙膏都不会啊，你就来脾气了，然后吵起来……”
男人沉默着。女人继续说：“有天晚上我让你帮洗下那几件 衣服，因为水太凉，你只顾着玩游戏迟迟不肯动，后来吵起来，我很失望你忘记了我的生理期不能碰冷水，委屈……”
“还有一次，我很累了，你还不肯去洗澡睡觉，明明知道我特别敏感，有点神经衰弱，哪怕一点点敲键盘的声音都能让我难以入睡，我一情急就说了你这个人自私的话，我们吵起来，你说了一大堆辩论自己不自私自私的人是我之后甩门出去上网通宵，我打你电话你没拿我又不敢自己一个人去找你……”
女人这时候有点激动了，眼球开始泛红，说：“还有一次… …”男人打断了她的话，“亲爱的，别说了……”
沉默…长久的沉默……
还是女人打破了沉默：“是不是我们真的不合适？如果是这 样，结婚了还是会离婚吧？我们的个性都那么强，谁都不肯退让。”
气氛有点尴尬。
本子里记录的事情都是那么细小的事情，每次吵架的原因都 是那么的简单，男人看着这本子，似乎在体会着女人的心情，大男子是不会去计较这些小事，原本觉得每次和好之后都没事，女人就爱拿这些来说事，但是当他认真去看的时候，他也开始难过了，女人很细心，把事件、心情都写了，还自己总结了一下原因。原来最微小的事情累积起来是很让人痛苦的，他看得出，女人从失望慢慢变成绝望。
他想，大概是因为每次吵架，两人都是喜欢在吵架中找出对 方不爱自己的证据。他突然意识到，这是个很严重的问题！而且每次吵架，双方都是在心情不稳定的时候，就是还有别的烦心事的时候，把不好的情绪带进了两个人的生活里。
“亲爱的别难过……”男人终于说话了：“我请个假，我们 去旅游吧。”
他们去了第一次一起旅游的地方，太多美好的回忆被唤起， 原来彼此是那么深深地爱着对方，这时的女人特别温柔，这时的男人特别体贴。
“亲爱的，你还认为我们结婚的话，会离婚么？”男人问。
“我想不是我们不合适，像现在，我们是那么快乐，一切都 那么美好，可是一回到我们的现实生活里，为什么就变了呢？”
“亲爱的，难道我们现在不在现实里吗？”
“……”女人楞了。
“因为那时候我们都把注意力集中在负面的事物上并且放大 了那些负面的心情。并且喜欢找对方不爱自己的证据，然后彼此个性都很倔不肯服输太要面子。”
女人觉得确实是如此，原来，双方只是需要一点点忍让，一 点点包容。男人带她回顾这初次旅游的地点，是真的用心了，想起那时候他们在一起还不久，为了让对方觉得自己好，都表现出自己最好的一面。
“还有半个月，如果那瓶子还是半瓶，那么，亲爱的，嫁给 我吧！”
女人钻进男人怀里笑开了颜
后来他们结婚了。很少再吵架。如果粗心的男人不小心碰掉 了杯子，女人不会再开口就骂，因为在女人开口之前，男人已经在道歉，说对不起，都是我不小心的，赔两个给老婆！老婆尽管去选你喜欢的！女人就笑了，然后说，不用买啦，反正还有杯子，再说也不都是你的错，怪我自己没把杯子放好，让你碰到啦！
原来真的没有合适不合适，只有珍惜不珍惜，能一起走一起 进步是幸福的！
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Change Your Thinking
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene..
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene..
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'
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