堕入三千代

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丹尼说过一个冷笑话，他原先以为拍电影不挣钱，真演下来也就两三美金的报酬，后来他才发现，闪灵可以让他拿到一大笔钱，他很认真地说足有五六白块。

女主角后半段已经完全开始熟练地以老头儿那种生僻的不招人待解的措辞讲话了，显得跟同辈人隔着好几代似地假深沉。其它大小帮衬又一片连一片冷荤热素的俏皮话，事实上“失败作品全员“离死线性渐进，如果有聚会这回事儿主题就只可能是——为了尚能直立行走。你们觉得电影有多重导演就非说里面其实什么也没有这回又白来了。上帝就是gay，智障就是智障，黑人就是长。

我是笑了，可片子完全是悲剧情怀，再看一遍也还是。

Not all of them, by any means. But what interesting to me are those artists who created these great works of beauty whether it is music, or painting, or poetry, and you will think that the person who did this, gotta be sensitive, and compassionate, and full of depth. And when you meet them in person, and they're shallow, infantile, vain and cruel, and untrustworthy. And, so that to me is, you know, dramatic and comic, and worth fully around with in films, and I've done it in a number of films actually, this is not the first one.

I want it to have, Shawn played with guitar （everybody was blowing bubbles）, and show the fact that he used to be what a bore he's been, that his taking this poor girl home, and slept with her, and just wanted her out, he couldn't care a less about her, and he promised that he would played for her. But when he plays the music, it's so full of feeling, and so haunting that you can see the fact that he has, Samantha, that is so touching to her, so moving to her. And of course, she did not let me down, she made the right faces, the right time, I know what it is, I know that faces, I was sad through many times.

昨天考前放松时听写的这段，与今天考题百万分之一边儿都不沾。万田监第二场，感觉他是一挺松懈，挺贫的人，跟他那几部都市干燥剧百万分之一边儿也不沾。

标志性愣神儿 

左三是谁？

时代金曲？

Anyone who enters this dilapidated hall will hear bells tinkling, very short, extremely clear and ringing. It means that one comes in, unexhausted yet, which he can find no means of dodge other than becoming a deaf. Chen has heard it for thousands of times, and it brings him repeated feeling of giddiness. It always works, and it's terrible. Papa said Chen would get no chance to be a delivery man like he did 30 years ago. Papa also said it was really tremendously excited and full of inner dignity for all those years that passed. I love them all, and I  always takes them as the ones who are born to be good delivery men. Quite coincidentally, it was rather unfortunate that they all uttered no words back when I told them so, they looked weary, with no intending to say  their pieces at all.

Needless to talk, like most of the people, Chen hated working in raincoat. For five days running, there was nothing but rain, he flipped. His yellow raincoat might have faded, for him, it was too humid a season to bear, his wavy hair  was always soaking wet. However, like always, there was an end too, one o'clock, or maybe two（p.m）, coming to the notice of no one, Chen was staring out some other delivery fellers from inside, then unconsciously, lighting a cigarette from a used pack and smoking it without any sense of taste.  They must have had a conversation.

"Let's wind up, Chen", then, on his left upper arm, an unexpected punch came, it was from the head of the group. "Haven't you noticed that?"

"What?"  Chen replied.

"No sound, the moment when you strode over the door." another big brute chipped in.

"You mean…..the bells?" Chen offered them a polite horse laugh in proceeding to move out swiftly, and the bells were dumb. He repeated this action in anxiety, which the next, an overwhelming desperation burned him out. He couldn't remember who closed the conversation, nor slip any of these words from his head could he. Afterwards mates were back to the hall, ready for their next assignments. The stuffs there were all queer, especially when Chen breathed the damp and listened to the ring for other men. He didn't know who the hell plotted this prank, only himself, just for a few seconds, the devil symphony made too much noise. Sad though it was, that's the situation. Chen told me everything he was entangled in, his death-fiction illusion, his yellow raincoat faded twice. He even tried to persuade me to second his judgment which I never taken seriously for one moment. What a poor freak, Chen, aren't you?

One week later, Chen bought large numbers of alarm clocks and bells; moreover, a brand new Hi-tech delicate alarm system was installed in his rented flat for those who should confess their suspicious evil mind beforehand. The instruments fascinated Chen completely, while I started to hate them both. I've got to say that I love to hate him now or vice versa.

I often stop my writing in the only condition of totally nothing disturbs the stillness moving around. Now I stop, stop to open the door for maybe a delivery man who is called Chen whatsoever, still what do concern me  most is the bells I chose and ordered at last rainy weekend. Chen is coming, footsteps loops, extremely clear and ringing. And at this point in time I grab a pen with a little ink left,  poking my head out, preparing to sign a last goodbye for him.