郁雨君的《闪着泪光的决定》好词好句！

1. 郁雨君的《闪着泪光的决定》好词好句！

大象哥哥，你可知道，一直把你的笑容藏在我的心房，一直把窗开向你会回来的方向，一直把等待当作明天的力量  
我不再把自己关在塔顶，我要剪掉伤心的绳索，给自己一双翅膀，飞向明天，大象哥哥，你说好不好，好不好？

2. 谁有郁雨君的<<闪着泪光的决定>>这篇文章

　　闪着泪光的决定
　　郁雨君

　　一直把你的笑容藏在我的心房 /一直把窗开向你会回来的方向/一直把等待当作明天的力量……                                                        ——写给大象哥哥

　　“悟拿，救救我呵！”

　　星期天的清早，我睡了个懒觉起来，一边刷牙一边把手机打开，马上听到叮咚叮咚的声音，是图图的短信！

　　我不慌不忙，只是加快了刷牙的频率。

　　总会定期不定期会收到图图的短信，标准长相如下：“悟那，救救我呵。”或者，“悟那，我又成了单身公害！或者，“悟那，他说我唯一的选择就是做他的妹妹，哭死！”

　　等等，等等……多情冲动的丫头，阵发性的失恋，兜兜转转找到死党包扎伤口，喔，总体就是这么个流程一次次重复。

　　不用太担心，对图图这样的丫头来说，失恋，这个词还太严重了点。快起来，像打个喷嚏。有次她翻到《上海电视》头几页，看到鲍蕾宣布要在陆毅三十岁的时候嫁给他，足足有一刻钟图图觉得自己活不下去了，伤心欲绝心烦意乱一路哗啦哗啦翻到封底，“呀！胡歌！”随着一声发现新大陆般的喜悦尖叫，图图立刻头也不回“移情别恋”。

　　慢起来像阑尾炎发作，那次她在英语口语夏令营新认识了一个北京男生，头发茂密牙齿洁白肌肉发达，他的头像在图图的MSN上闪耀了一个夏天，两个人每天都比赛谁睡得晚起得早，电脑跟着滚滚烫。随着9月1号男生开学进入一个管理严格的寄宿高中，一周才上一次电机课，电脑超烂半天才爬上网说一句话要断气N次，这段高烧般的恋情没坚持到教师节就冻成冰棍了，不过图图好歹赶在国庆长假前缓过劲来。

　　“图图你在哪？”我噙着满口牙膏沫沫，腾出一只手笃笃定定回信。

　　“躺在果汁机里，就快被榨成汁水了！”回信飞快之极，绝望之极。不妙呀，看起来像阑尾炎的前兆。

　　我吐掉漱口杯里最后一口水，抹了一把脸，长长一大把头发，抓起一根皮筋胡乱扎起来。

　　得得得，赶快开上我的救火车，快去拯救我那处于水深火热中的死党吧。

　　顺利的话，只要一杯奶茶的安慰。我往皮夹里装了几张纸币，在鞋柜里提溜出一双旧旧的溜冰鞋，用力一拉，须须拉拉的鞋带居然断了。

　　“哐当！”重重砸在的地板上，我抱着光光的脚丫，坐在那里发呆。

　　“怎么啦？”妈妈闻声出来。

　　“断了，断了呀……”我喃喃说。

　　“悟那，悟那……”妈妈蹲下来抚摩着我的脸，“没关系，没关系，五年了，寿命也该到了，我们再去买双新的。”

　　“不用了。”我提着溜冰鞋，头也不回，逃也似的跑出家门。

　　在修鞋摊上配了一副黑色的鞋带，我站起来，稍微比划了几下，新鞋带很结实，旧冰鞋也很合脚。

　　你那时候的脚就好大呀，嘿嘿，不过我长了五年，总算赶上你啦。

　　溜冰鞋一蹬，唰啦唰啦唰啦，我飞驰起来了。

　　大街上频频有人回头看我，不时有男生对着我吹口哨。

　　口哨声的意思我明白啦，不是赞呵赞呵，而是怪呵怪呵。

　　想想一个身高一米五体重不足八十斤的女生，披散着一大把厚得像毯子长得快到膝盖的头发，踩着一双老掉牙的冰鞋，叫人担心她会不会绊自己一脚的古怪景象吧？

　　呵呵，我知道我是一大奇景，不是一大美景。

　　可我不在乎，我侧耳倾听脚底下唰啦唰啦唰啦，那样轻快，那样叫人安心。

　　迎着清晨不焦不躁的阳光，感觉那是淡鹅黄的透明的光线，我看见你一边倒退对我笑，一边张开双臂一边说向前向前加油，那种令人难以置信的漂亮的笑容，漂亮的额头漂亮的眼睛和贝壳一样的牙齿一起闪闪发亮。迎着这样的笑容，我不怕摔跤，不怕撞墙，更不怕被人取笑！

　　“Pretty Boy！”我咕哝了一句，眯起眼睛笑了。

　　“如果我爱上你的笑容，该怎么收藏该怎么拥有？”5566在我的耳麦里唱呀唱。

　　歌声真好听，你真好看。


　　柠檬黄的“原汁原味”果汁吧，我一眼就看见图图那两条老长老长的腿，晃荡在沙发边沿上，有节奏地一抽一抽。

　　图图哭的姿势象趴趴熊，脸蛋蒙在下面，肩胛一抽一抽，屁股一颠一颠，脚一蹬一蹬。

　　我解开冰鞋，顾不得擦汗，先找了一个沙发靠垫递给她，她很爽快地抬起身体接受了，然后更舒服地趴在那里哭。

　　“呜呜呜，头发，我的头发！”她抓着头发哭。

　　“怎么啦你的头发怎么啦？”我急了，一把拉她起来，拿出梳子替她梳着乱糟糟的头发，完了以后我紧张地打量着她，天哪天哪，多么漂亮的发型呀，配着颀长的白皙的脖子，图图现在看上去就像一只漂亮优雅的小蘑菇，每一根发丝都给安排得妥妥贴贴。

　　“太好看了，你的新发型！”我由衷地赞美。

　　“就是因为太好看了，我再也见不到他啦！”图图突然大放悲声，纸巾一会会就像雪花一样铺满了桌子。

　　在她暴风雨一样的眼泪里，我很快弄明白了怎么回事。

　　那天图图走在街上，忽然眼睛一亮，迎面走来一个绝对帅哥，甩着一头飘逸的头发，发色像一杯咖啡加上两勺鲜奶的色彩，他越走越近，也越看越帅，从眼睛鼻子嘴唇到脸型，还散发着阵阵清新的洗发水味道。噢噢，可怜的图图都不能睁眼不能呼吸了，幸亏耳朵还在坚持岗位，所以她听到一个声音，“呃，可不可以帮我一个忙？”

　　帅哥是一个没有满师的助理发型师，正在考级的准备阶段，正在满世界寻找没有染过烫过全天然的头发让他操练手艺。

　　图图满心欢喜做了帅哥助理的模特，专门的头发模特。

　　每一次的修剪对图图来说都是一段浪漫的梦游，她柔软的细发在他修长的指间翻飞留连，渐渐，图图对他潇洒利索的剪子上瘾了，对他温柔灵巧的手指上瘾了，对他近在咫尺的气息上瘾，发型越接近于完美，她就越忧郁，越舍不得结束。今天，令人心碎的时刻终于来临，帅哥在镜子里凝视了她很久，然后很抱歉地对她说，他真的不能再为她做什么了，她的蘑菇头已经无可挑剔了！

　　图图一路忍着眼泪，直到扑进果汁吧，给我发好了短信，再也撑不住痛哭起来。

　　“看你哭得像一团烂泥，谁会喜欢一团烂泥呢？”我使用激将法，“先坐起来吃点东西再说。”

　　“咱们不做果泥，要做也要做果冻！”我点了一个晶晶亮的菠萝果冻，神气站在果盘里。

　　图图呼地一下坐起来，“烂泥，烂泥！你就没有喜欢过男孩没有为男孩伤心过吗？”铃铃铃，她掏出钥匙，钥匙串上挂满了一个男生的小小相片，足足有十几二十张，她一直举到我的鼻尖，“我用手机偷偷拍的，好看好看好看吧？为他动心为他哭很好呀，悟那你也要找到让你痛哭让你欢笑的人才好呢，那样你才能真正体验做女生的滋味……”

　　我看着图图。

　　是的，我是没有喜欢过一个男孩。图图不知道，那是因为我直接跳过喜欢一下进入了爱。

　　就象我和图图喝果汁，却是两种不同的方式，她喜欢含在嘴巴里咕噜咕噜咂吧，让甜美的味道溢满口腔的每一点空间。我不是，我一仰脖子，让液体笔直地注射进喉咙口，一下落到心底。

　　那时候你叫我瓶子妹妹，因为我到哪里吊水的瓶子都如影相随，晃荡晃荡很累赘；那时候我叫你大象哥哥，你比我更倒霉，动不动就被医生往鼻孔里插根粗粗的管子，像老长老长的大象鼻子。

　　那是爱吗？从早到晚在一起的相处，一床之隔的距离，只要掀开帘子，就可以看到你熟睡中微微皱眉的脸，一边输液一边做怪腔的脸。在彼此意识游离的时候（我们都经历过几次抢救），象小狗一样，每一秒竖起耳朵去听对方呼吸有没有中断，用尽力气呼喊着对方——Wake Up，瓶子妹妹！Wake Up，大象哥哥！瓶子妹妹！大象哥哥！

　　没有你我真的不行，没有我你也真的不行，那种感情，应该抵得上爱，甚至，还超过爱吧？因为、因为它叫做生死相依。

　　我没为一个男孩哭过，不是因为我有多坚强，只是因为我有点低沉，在我十七岁的年纪，用消沉似乎有点严重，我不想夸大其词。

　　和你失散多少年了，足足有五年了吧？大象哥哥你好吗？我还不错，成绩不错朋友不错身体不错，头发也像雨后春笋一般地疯长，日复一日年复一年，到了以前都不敢想象的长度。

　　有一天你爸爸送了你一顶你一直想要的NIKE棒球帽，你把它扣在光溜溜的脑袋，左顾右盼，觉得自己帅得不行。你得意忘形对我说，“对男生来说，头是用来戴帽子的！”

　　“女生呢？”我问你。

　　“当然是用来长头发的，”你想也不想地说，“越长越美！”

　　你枕边一直放着一本漂亮的童话绘本《长发姑娘》，是睡这个床位的前面一个小孩留下的，她找到了配对的骨髓，幸运地痊愈了。你的家人把那本童话当作宝贝，似乎幸运能够通过它接力给你。打开绘本，故事的开头是这样的——

　　有一个美丽的女孩被一个巫婆藏在森林中央一个非常高发塔顶里。这个塔没有门没有楼梯。只有一个窗户在塔顶。巫婆去看她的时候，每次只要叫，“蕊潘娑，蕊潘娑，放下你的长发，我就可以爬到塔里来。”一头绳索般的金黄头发会再窗台出现，一下垂到地面，巫婆就抓住那金黄的头发爬上去。

　　十三岁，正是对童话似信非信的年纪，不过那头金黄的绳索在画面里盘旋飞扬，有着不可思议神奇和美丽，“想想，那是多么漫长的头发呀。”你用了“漫长”这个特别的词语。你反复翻着这本《长发姑娘》，打发着漫长的住院时间。

　　我哭了，我是一个光头女孩，因为不间断的治疗，根本连一寸头发都留不起来。

　　“对不起对不起对不起……”你丢了画书，拼命道歉，你乖乖耐心地等我挂完水，“带你去溜冰好不好？”你讨好似的笑，你笑得那么用力，额头青筋都暴出来了。

　　我们偷偷到21楼的走廊去溜冰鞋，那层楼不知怎的，一般人迹罕至。你变戏法一样掏出一双铮铮亮的溜冰鞋，我们一人系了一只脚，两个身体软软的小孩，手挽手，慢慢地笨拙地滑起来，几乎溜一两下就歪在地上，然后爬起来再跌倒跌倒了再爬起来，兴致勃勃摔上十七八跤，直到趴在那里，再没力气爬起来。你故意盯着鼻尖晚斗鸡眼，我依样画葫芦，瓶子小姐和大象先生鼻尖碰着鼻尖，斗鸡对斗鸡。

　　哈哈哈，哈哈哈，我蹬着脚笑得太厉害了，大了几号的冰鞋一下甩脱了，“当！”砸在一扇门上。

　　你蹬着一只冰鞋去取另一只，回来的时候，你两只脚上冰鞋都系好了，唰啦唰啦唰啦的滑轮声在了无生气的走廊回荡着，显得生气勃勃。

　　“瓶子妹妹酷毙啦，知道你把鞋扔哪扇门上了？”

　　“哪扇门？”

　　“喔，还是不说了，你要害怕的。”

　　“如果有一天我们死了——”我突然说——“如果有一天我们死了，就会被送到那里去的对不对？”

　　你很痛快地点头，带着惊讶又敬佩的神情看我。

　　“我不害怕！只要和你在一起，”我安安静静说，“到哪里我都不害怕！”

　　“好吧。”你一屁股坐在走廊里，三下五除二脱解开鞋带，三下五除二帮我绑好冰鞋，然后命令我说，“站起来。”

　　“我害怕。”我摇摇晃晃的。

　　“有我呢。”你拍拍胸脯，你好瘦，胸前的肋骨历历可数。

　　“走几步。”你把双手伸向我。

　　“我害怕。”我蹒跚着，像刚刚学步的小鸭子。

　　“有我呢！”你的手掌比我大一号，正正好好把我包住。

　　“唰啦、唰啦、唰啦……”在你温暖的牵引下，我一天比一天溜得顺溜。

　　“唰啦、唰啦、唰啦……”那么欢快，那么安心，那几天我们精神特别好，那几天我们都有种错觉，好像一天一天正在好起来。

　　“唰啦、唰啦、唰啦……”终于我们居然可以快速滑行起来，医生叔叔和护士阿姨一边侧着身让我们，一边露出惊喜的笑容。

　　大象哥哥，有一天如果我能和你重逢，我们鼻尖碰鼻尖再对几个斗鸡眼，然后一个劲地笑呵笑呵好不好？爱应该是阳光的，不是湿漉漉的。即使脸蛋上有湿漉漉的眼泪，也应该闪着彩虹的光彩吧？

　　一个人想呆了，直到图图一把扯起我的长发，在那里如获至宝一样大叫，“咦，我怎么就没有想到呀？”

　　她马上破涕为笑，开始热情说服我，“悟拿，我带你去做帅哥的模特好不好，他肯定能给你修个漂亮得不得了的发型，而且是免费的喔。”

　　“不去！”我拒绝。

　　“拜托了，你头发再长下去就要拖地板了。”见我不为所动，图图又使出激将法，“你知道男生背后叫你什么吗？他们叫你墩布耶。其实、其实你真的不太适合留长发，看上去有点累赘呀。”

　　“随便他们怎么说。”

　　“至少可以去修一下发稍呀，你看长太长了，发梢都分叉开花了。”图图苦口婆心的。

　　她搂住我的脖子，“拜托，求你，我只想再有个机会想和他呼吸同一空间的空气。”有点受不了图图眼睛红红看着我，面对这个看见帅一点的男生就脑子短路的单细胞的死党，我轻轻叹气，好吧，就算不愿意没有办法了。

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英文版《I have a dream》 英文： by Martin Luther King, Jr Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.  But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition.  In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.  So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.  We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.  I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.  Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.  Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

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