tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46811599980913611002011-08-03T10:08:22.782+08:00世上有一种族，妄想是翱翔，追寻是理想，心灵是故乡……storybookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851532835913586403noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681159998091361100.post-68641498089640713222009-07-28T00:38:00.009+08:002009-07-28T20:25:04.258+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/Sm3YhqcuzzI/AAAAAAAAABs/6Ot9lFAgYbc/s1600-h/Yasmin+Ahmad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/Sm3YhqcuzzI/AAAAAAAAABs/6Ot9lFAgYbc/s400/Yasmin+Ahmad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363180804110208818" border="0" /></a>知道她的死讯至今，我试图用忙碌掩盖那一份无奈的哀愁，这个民族，马来西亚民族失去的已经够多了，有谁知道我们根本无法承担这么一种失去，唯一的Yasmin Ahmad，众多闪耀良知中的一颗，她非常独特，每一部作品都会唤醒一些人性的美好，凝聚一份力量。她的离去也代表未来她的作品的离去，这是一个民族的损失，马来西亚历史上的哀伤。<br /><br />能够让我肃然起敬的友族同胞不多，她恰巧是其中一个，对她的仰望不在于她的荣耀，而是她的光环，谆谆不倦的试图改变社会，把真相赤裸裸的摊开在你我面前，残酷却很痛快，然后是沉重的沉默，悲情的深思。<br /><br />怀想她一生以来的作品，一直都在用独有的柔软触动着马来西亚人的心灵，揭开仓疤，却包容着所有的痛，告诉你社会的伤痕和人心的善良。左手给你光明，右手给你黑暗，让你自己去抉择，你也知道该怎么去选择。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/Sm3Zgevn_0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/bYY3ZimqKt0/s1600-h/yasmin-ahmad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/Sm3Zgevn_0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/bYY3ZimqKt0/s400/yasmin-ahmad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363181883299987266" border="0" /></a>还要等多久？等多久才能等到下一个Yasmin Ahmad的诞生？没有答案，我给自己一个答案，就在不远的未来……<br /><br />在此，我让我的灵魂低头，感恩Yasmin Ahmad，虽然是她让我的未来多了一条不平坦的道路，可是同时也让我开始思索她身上耀眼的光环，那就是——怎么去胸怀一个马来西亚，一个真正的马来西亚。<br /><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de8f3317f881fc84" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde8f3317f881fc84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330207732%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C9CCF03671F9832CD43D6602BEF71CA0E24D99D.43AD775A4FE2FCDD0457EBE34A5F856FCAA1474%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde8f3317f881fc84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D23dfrjJK2fHZg4KCbA897ri5UkM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde8f3317f881fc84%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330207732%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C9CCF03671F9832CD43D6602BEF71CA0E24D99D.43AD775A4FE2FCDD0457EBE34A5F856FCAA1474%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde8f3317f881fc84%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D23dfrjJK2fHZg4KCbA897ri5UkM&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Our children are colour blind, shouldn't we keep them that way?</span><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681159998091361100-6864149808964071322?l=bookstorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>storybookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851532835913586403noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681159998091361100.post-39530197321973798792009-07-21T22:29:00.019+08:002009-07-28T01:08:06.885+08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">有人死了，下土了，<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/SmcG7FeRRFI/AAAAAAAAABA/kByOgYqMhtA/s1600-h/%E8%B5%B5%E6%98%8E%E7%A6%8F.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/SmcG7FeRRFI/AAAAAAAAABA/kByOgYqMhtA/s320/%E8%B5%B5%E6%98%8E%E7%A6%8F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361261493559051346" border="0" /></a></div>太多的人有着太多的联想，<br />可是他的死注定不会是安详。<br /><br />我能够感觉他的顽强，<br />燃烧灵魂最后一沫余辉，<br /><div style="text-align: left;">用仅有的一丝力量点燃那些麻木的灵魂，</div>无意间播下了无数的种子。<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/SmcJHKI7W8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GLxrIF_NU2A/s1600-h/%E8%B5%B5%E6%98%8E%E7%A6%8F%E7%AF%87.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hjd6ecIGuWY/SmcJHKI7W8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/GLxrIF_NU2A/s320/%E8%B5%B5%E6%98%8E%E7%A6%8F%E7%AF%87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361263899993398210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />那一天细雨纷飞，某颗种子发芽了，<br />我默默站在三千人中感受他的温度，<br />他的温度有厚度，还有成熟的愤怒，<br />滚烫了我的灵魂，却让我不敢放声的呐喊，<br />因为呐喊会让我流泪，流泪不是因为我的伤感，<br />而是三千颗激荡的灵魂让我流泪，情不自禁的流泪。<br />你躺下去了，却让三千人站起来了！<br /><br />原谅我无法送你最后一程，<br />毕竟人间有着太多得失的衡量，<br />不过我清楚知道你的分量，<br />两千颗尊贵的灵魂在为你送行，<br />所有看见看不见的灵魂都在为你让路，<br />我知道，发芽的种子在慢慢的成长。<br /><br />阳光收敛了张狂，灼人的风也慢了，<br />世界很静很净，人们很痛很痛，<br />你终于还是走了，<br />抓一把土，洒下一片祝福，<br />安息吧，什么也不用想，<br />会有人为你灌溉洒下的种子，<br />我们保证，在不远的未来，<br />你的孩子会在种子长成茂盛的大树下，<br />追寻他的理想。<br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681159998091361100-3953019732197379879?l=bookstorybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>storybookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12851532835913586403noreply@blogger.com4