越来越多的独立博客变成了网站、

越来越少的人在记录自己的心情、

于是CMS、Wblog变得热门起来、见棱见角的风格遍及WP.

我不要个人站、我想只要个博客.

那么何必如此正式，何必如此生硬，何必估计太多旁人的感受.

简洁、再简洁一点、

褪尽浮华、当我面对这一方页面、能否如同面对老朋友那样.

享受一刻属于我的安宁.

Rabindranath Tagore

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts.

It is the moonlit night of March; the sweet smell of henna is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected and your garland of flowers is unfinished.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

Your veil of the saffron colour makes my eyes drunk.

The jasmine wreath that you wove me thrills to my heart like praise.

It is a game of giving and withholding, revealing and screening a gain; some smiles and some little shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

No mystery beyond the present; no striving for the impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no groping in the depth of the dark.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

We do not stray out of all words into the ever silent; we do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope.

It is enough what we give and we get.

We have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it the wine of pain.

This love between you and me is simple as a song.

那一条淙淙而过的江水，该是谁寄予谁的潇湘。

花开江南的三月，你泛舟在那荡漾的清波之上。一叶扁舟，于止水的波澜不惊中划过轻快的涟漪。舟过水，水推舟，留下的纹路在你嫣然的巧笑间悄然摊平；人鉴水，水映人，印下的倩影在那绕指的柔风里脉脉绽开。云水之间，谁筑成了你眉间的万缕情？

为何让我遇见你，在这美丽的季节。烟雨朦胧了你，朦胧了江水之滨。我经过，迎见你的回眸，许是那微笑，化作经年的雨，落满你我的世纪。

“天不老，情难绝。心似双丝网，中有千千结。”那片丰盈如水的相思，谁是你最初的心悸？或许有些事情，你我都无法逃离。

那一季的风，如丝，如缕。一些人，注定要相遇；一些事，注定了结局。如何舍得，让时间老去；如何挽留，那短暂的花期。

淙淙的水，未至江南的雨季。仍是那扁舟，却未见昔人的踪迹。是那一缕风，纠葛了你的思恋，阻隔了我的视线。何时能再见到你眉间那万缕柔情，那千般挂念。

青色的天，静候将至的烟雨；我的眺望，如何等不到你曾经的容颜。一斛雨，淋透江南的雨季，我于江水之滨缅怀已逝的花期，最初的美丽。花开江南的三月，我们相遇，又别离，别离在烟雨迷蒙的江水之滨。

人，何尝不是那滚滚凡世间的一朵尘花。谁漫平你漾开的涟漪，谁倾听你烟雨般的回忆。

一斛雨，江水之滨。