C*9
1 楼
希望找一个有照顾小孩经验，有爱心，有耐心的人帮忙照顾2岁男孩，外加简单家务
。每周星期一到五, 12noon-4pm. 具体可以再商量。有意者请联系 Linda (
[email protected]
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。每周星期一到五, 12noon-4pm. 具体可以再商量。有意者请联系 Linda (
[email protected]
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c*m
2 楼
两年三个地方，年底了，又要搬家了。收拾书架上的书，翻到聂鲁达十九岁时写下的这
首诗，计算机里恰好在放这个曲子，两相契合，令人如痴如醉地沉迷了很久。应该是我
的个性吧，一直对忧伤的事物有一种天生的敏感，有一种同情，做错了很多事，错过了
很多重要的机会。年底的时候，更容易惆怅一点。新的一年，已经就在转角处了。希望
在新的一年里，自己会有一点改变。
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
首诗，计算机里恰好在放这个曲子，两相契合，令人如痴如醉地沉迷了很久。应该是我
的个性吧，一直对忧伤的事物有一种天生的敏感，有一种同情，做错了很多事，错过了
很多重要的机会。年底的时候，更容易惆怅一点。新的一年，已经就在转角处了。希望
在新的一年里，自己会有一点改变。
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
C*r
3 楼
今夜
红尘
天边飘来故乡的云，
梦中又见那片绿洲。
还有那只等待我们走进的白鹤，
在小河的浅水处，
等待向上游的小鱼。
今夜不想在异国的街头流浪，
只想爬上童年的牛背。
一个人在你十八岁的花季里行走。
没有人能把我唤醒，
在你刚刚发育丰满的胸脯。
穿过了那重重的山峦，
在涢水的河岸，
你可见到爷爷的坟墓。
故乡的亲人，在村北等了很久。
你会记得那长满老茧的双手，
还有那把我们连在一起的大红花，
映红了我们的笑容。
红尘
天边飘来故乡的云，
梦中又见那片绿洲。
还有那只等待我们走进的白鹤，
在小河的浅水处，
等待向上游的小鱼。
今夜不想在异国的街头流浪，
只想爬上童年的牛背。
一个人在你十八岁的花季里行走。
没有人能把我唤醒，
在你刚刚发育丰满的胸脯。
穿过了那重重的山峦，
在涢水的河岸，
你可见到爷爷的坟墓。
故乡的亲人，在村北等了很久。
你会记得那长满老茧的双手，
还有那把我们连在一起的大红花，
映红了我们的笑容。
a*1
4 楼
可以去华人家政网（www.huarenjz.com）搜搜看，那里有不少保姆在找工作，也许能遇
到一个不错的，即使没有合适的，只要发布一则招聘信息，也许就会有保姆主动找上门
到一个不错的，即使没有合适的，只要发布一则招聘信息，也许就会有保姆主动找上门
b*k
5 楼
我曾经两年内搬过近10次家，就是从那时开始我学会自己能住10天的地方也让它变得很
美丽很家居，patpat：）
【在 c**m 的大作中提到】
: 两年三个地方，年底了，又要搬家了。收拾书架上的书，翻到聂鲁达十九岁时写下的这
: 首诗，计算机里恰好在放这个曲子，两相契合，令人如痴如醉地沉迷了很久。应该是我
: 的个性吧，一直对忧伤的事物有一种天生的敏感，有一种同情，做错了很多事，错过了
: 很多重要的机会。年底的时候，更容易惆怅一点。新的一年，已经就在转角处了。希望
: 在新的一年里，自己会有一点改变。
: Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
: Write, for example,'The night is shattered
: and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
: The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
: Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
美丽很家居，patpat：）
【在 c**m 的大作中提到】
: 两年三个地方，年底了，又要搬家了。收拾书架上的书，翻到聂鲁达十九岁时写下的这
: 首诗，计算机里恰好在放这个曲子，两相契合，令人如痴如醉地沉迷了很久。应该是我
: 的个性吧，一直对忧伤的事物有一种天生的敏感，有一种同情，做错了很多事，错过了
: 很多重要的机会。年底的时候，更容易惆怅一点。新的一年，已经就在转角处了。希望
: 在新的一年里，自己会有一点改变。
: Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
: Write, for example,'The night is shattered
: and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
: The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
: Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
c*t
6 楼
沙发，野鹤兄， 我在文海有包子楼一座，我在27层给你订了个的座位。
【在 C**********r 的大作中提到】
: 今夜
: 红尘
: 天边飘来故乡的云，
: 梦中又见那片绿洲。
: 还有那只等待我们走进的白鹤，
: 在小河的浅水处，
: 等待向上游的小鱼。
: 今夜不想在异国的街头流浪，
: 只想爬上童年的牛背。
: 一个人在你十八岁的花季里行走。
【在 C**********r 的大作中提到】
: 今夜
: 红尘
: 天边飘来故乡的云，
: 梦中又见那片绿洲。
: 还有那只等待我们走进的白鹤，
: 在小河的浅水处，
: 等待向上游的小鱼。
: 今夜不想在异国的街头流浪，
: 只想爬上童年的牛背。
: 一个人在你十八岁的花季里行走。
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