Tucked in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision.
We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent.
We are traveling by train.
Out the window, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways,
of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillsides,
of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat,
of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.
On a certain day, at a certain hour, we will pour into the station.
Bands will be playing and flags waving.
Once we get there, so Many wonderful dreams will come true
and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.
How restlessly we pace the aisles,
damning the minutes for loitering---waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it" We cry.
"When I am 18"
"When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz!"
"When I put the last kid through college"
"When I get a promotion"
"When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!"
Sooner or later, we must realize there is no station,
no one place to arrive at once and for all.
The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream.
It constantly outdistances us.
It's not the burden of today that drive men mad.
It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow.
Regret and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.
Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream,
go barefoot more often, swim more rivers,
watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less.
Life must be lived as we go along.
The station will come soon enough.
Charlie Simms is a young and innocent scholorship Student at an exclusive expensive school.
He agrrees to look after Frank Slade Lieutenant colonel,
a retired army officer to earn extra money in Thanksgiving holiday.
Frank is cantankerous and cynic bully,
and he completely surprise Charlie with his plan on weekend.
He has bought tickets to New York, and booked the grand hotel,
rent a limousine and has a big plan for a wild weekend in the Big Apple.
Although he is sightless, he has high way develop power of observation.
Frank's passion is women and he values accurately on the body scent and sensuality.
Gradually,
Charlie becomes to aware that
the sentimental romantic bury deep in the lonely man's heart.
Actually, Frank gets tired of the everyday world,
all these activity are merely part of Frank's secret plan to commit suicide.
When Charlie finds out about Frank's plan,
he is frightened and try to talk to Frank out of his idea.
Frank is rediscovered to live and begins to see Charlie as son.
When Charlie goes back to school,
he runs into a great difficulty.
He was witnessed to a practic joke his classmate projected on the president of the school.
Charlie doesn't want to betray his classmates
and has become a skip goat.
At the crucial moment,
Frank appears and makes a compliment speech asking justice for Charlie.
In the courses of help Charlie,
Frank comes to the way of new appreciation for the importants of justice.
Frank's sensitivity to the smell of women,
actually represents his experience and understanding of life.
Frank teaches Charlie how to see,
and Charlie shows Frank that life is worth living.
"You'll be expelled, Mr.Simms. You're a cover-up artist and you're a lier"
"But not a snitch"
"Stand down, Mr. slade"
"I'm not finished. As I came here, I heard those words: "Cradle of leadership"
well when the bough break, the cradle will fall and it has fallen here. It has fallen.
"makers of men" "creators of leaders"
Be careful what kind of leaders you are producing here?
I don't know if Charlie's silence here today is right or wrong.
I'm not a judge or jury.
But I can tell you this he won't sell anybody out to buy his future.
and that my friend is called integrity,
That is called encourage.
Now I have come to the crossroads in my life,
I always Knew what the right path was,
Without exception, I knew but I never took it. You know why?
It was too damn hard.
Now here is Charie,
He's come to the crossroads. He has chosed a path.
It's the right path.
It's a path made of principle, that leads to character.
Let him continue on his journey.
You hold this boy's future in your hands committee.
It's a Valuable future, believe me.
Don't destroy it ,protect it, embrace it.
It's gonna make you Proud one day.I promise you" "
二十五岁了，不知道该称自己女孩还是女人，说女孩觉得太矫情，说女人又太风尘。
二十五岁，看那些十八九岁的小丫头太浮躁，觉得那些30几岁的老女人太世俗。
二十五岁，也恋爱，一面盼望着白马王子从天而降，一面笑话自己白日做梦，
梦想和现实两个小人在心里你推我攘。
二十五岁，也失恋，一面安慰自己我还年轻，有的是机会，旧的不去，新的不来，
可转头又一想，我都快30了，新的什么时候来啊？
二十五岁，不愿意回家，一回家就听老妈唠叨谁家的儿子这月结婚，谁家的姑娘下月出嫁，
末了还加上一句：你再不找啊，早晚成了老姑娘！
二十五岁，突然多了很多亲戚，七大姑八大婆一下子都冒出来说媒拉线，这个家有钱，那个爹当官，
去见吧，觉得相亲太庸俗，不见吧，又怕真错过了钻石王老五。
二十五岁，半推半就开始了广泛相亲，可是有钱的觉得势力，没钱的又太寒酸，
年轻得觉得幼稚，成熟得又太有城府，
长得帅的怕他风流成性，不帅得带出去又没面子。
高不成，低不就，就这么悬着。
二十五岁吧，觉得自己还是一朵花，开的正艳，又担心快要凋落。
早上出门看自己皮肤光泽，身材姣好，晚上回家洗了脸就发现了眼角的细纹和肚子上的赘肉。
二十五岁，还愿意去逛小店淘衣服，可发现适合自己的越来越少，
也会发了奖金去商场血拼，但越贵的套装越显老气。
二十五岁，单位领导觉得你还是新手，新来的实习生管你叫老师。
二十五岁，很怕自己变成单位30多岁大姐那样的黄脸婆，一身油烟味，
又不屑与20出头的小姑娘为伍，左右不逢缘。
二十五岁，想结婚，又怕束缚住自己，委屈了青春，可又一想，现在不结婚，我又能年轻几年？
二十五岁，想生个孩子，当个貌美的年轻妈妈多得意，
可一看到路上那些下垂的奶子和肥大的臀部就望而生怯。
二十五岁，想攒钱，知道衣服再好也是给别人看，不如车子房子来得实在，
可进了商场就忍不住掏钱，还信誓旦旦的帮自己找理由：
女人就年轻这么几年，现在不打扮，等到人老珠黄？
二十五岁，害怕男人对自己太主动，不怀好意，又害怕男人对自己不主动，失了魅力。
二十五岁，觉得当美女太肤浅，当才女太内敛，得是美女加才女才能让人刮目相看。
结果发现自己美貌拼不过章子怡，才华比不上张爱玲。
二十五岁，觉的自己得端庄大方，又忍不住和男同事嬉笑打骂。
二十五岁，听到男同事讲黄色笑话不再羞涩掩面，觉得那样太做作，又不敢放开了把酒言欢，觉得太放荡。
二十五岁，不知道自己该清纯还是该性感，太纯了有装嫩的嫌疑，太性感了又像搔首弄姿。
二十五岁，对男人不知道该矜持还是该热情，太矜持吧说你一把年纪了还假正经，
太热情吧说你年纪轻轻太随便。
二十五岁，一面告诉自己洁身自好，宁缺毋滥，一面告诉自己及时行乐，人生苦短。
二十五岁，知道自己老大不小了，一边眼巴巴地盼着新情人出现，一边时不时回头望着老情人感慨。
二十五岁，不大不小，三年前的衣服还能穿，三年前的想法却已入古。
眼看着23、24嗖嗖的飞走了，27、28呼呼的奔来……
翻遍了网络，
也没找到james blunt唱的coz I love you版本的mp3，
只有几个可怜的视频，录得效果还不如我们的好，
我们的虽然画面很晃动，还夹杂着我们的叫喊声，
可音效真的很震撼，
现在还能回想起那是的兴奋劲，
这绝对是演唱会的高潮。
在反复的听....
I won't laugh at you when you boo-hoo-hoo coz I luv you
I can turn my back on the things you lack coz I luv you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmm
You get me in a spot and smile the smile you got and I luv you
You make me out a clown then you put me down I still luv you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmmm
When you bite your lip you're gonna flip your flip but I luv you
When we're miles apart you still reach my heart how I love you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmm,
Only time can tell if we get on well coz I luv you
All that's passed us by we can only sigh hihi coz I luv you
I just like the things you do mmm,
don't you change the things you do mmm.
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