10.To be or not to be ,that is the question! 一天一祸害:疯狂思索,消耗脑细胞。
2月2日 心想事成,春天啊。。。。
一样睡到正午起来,最后一个假期,最后一个可以让自己如此无聊的假期。断断续续,听长辈们说很多事情,说未来,说现在。陛下其实是很迟钝的孩子,只会活在自己的世界里,为了自己的想法去不顾一切。不知道是自信还是自傲,对于旁人的言语,也不见得能真正放于心上。只对自己在乎的人好,只关注自己有兴趣的事情。朋友说我活的太潇洒,我知道,是我太幸运。未来怎么走,是任性滴走下去,还是选择负重去追逐。。。上次有朋友说,春节一过,估计毕业生都要疯了吧。也许,陛下不会疯,只是会更冷漠更理性点吧。始终不喜欢自己太过理性的思维,有些无情,太容易伤害自己,伤害他人。感情需要一些随性而为,所以,陛下还是不适合fill in 。
睡不着觉的半夜接收了老弟发过来的王子复仇记。顺便翻了翻当年留在家里的原文台词。
To be, or not to be-that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.