Petit à petit, Yuan fait son nid.

 

男人如茶

      前几天，有个叫“家家乐”的，带个小老头的图象，在QQ上要加我好友，我还想这——谁啊？后来才知道居然是小胖的爸爸！叔叔、阿姨为了能和我更近距离更有效更实时地沟通，特地注册了一个QQ号，起了个网名叫作“家家乐”……

      于是，我告诉他们，不用上QQ了，每天来木子听茶网转一转，人在站在，要是没更新就说明我咯屁了。阿姨马上说我“又在胡说八道”……

      其实，最近发生了好多事，有些感触我心里憋的很，起码有三篇文章想写。这感情澎湃的啊，再不宣之笔端给释放一下，得憋死我。可是实在太忙，只好先贴首老男人的歌凑个数，顺便告诉叔叔、阿姨我没生病，嘛事没有。真正关心我的人就那么几个，不想还让这几个人担心。

     曾经，看到有一种说法“茶水，茶水”，男人如茶，女人似水。茶，不过是干茶，需要水的浸泡、润泽，才能泛涌出持久、醇厚的味道，才能够停留在唇边、舌尖，尝起来是微微的苦，回味起来却是淡淡的香。那种关于茶水的感觉，淡，抑或浓，已然混杂了太多个人和对过往的记忆…..

     又有一个比拟，将不同阶段的男人比作不一样的茶，说

   “十岁的男人是柠檬茶，人性初显露，淡淡的清涩醇味，回味甘甜；

     二十岁的男人是雨花茶，初识情怀，至真至纯，滋味鲜凉而气色清芬；

     三十岁的男人是碧螺春，阅历人生，是一个去粗取精的过程，祛除了浮躁又保持了原味，独具一份特殊的风味；

     四十岁的男人是龙井，简单中体现完美，成熟中展现高贵，而这份高贵又是令人如斯地亲近；

     五十岁的男人是铁观音，经历了岁月磨炼，开始磨炼岁月，事过千万，不需过分显露，真情自然涌出；

     六十岁的男人是正山小种，经自然调和，收日月精华，滋味浓厚；

     七十岁的男人是白毫银针，经历了所有红尘性情，事而观止，不起波澜，但见其点滴，便可勾勒出全部风华”

      老 Leonard 75岁了吧，我喜欢他半死不活但低沉性感的嗓音，我喜欢他平淡简白但寓意深刻的歌词（what I wrote here is totally bullshit compared to his lyrics，his song tells his true story）我喜欢他灼灼逼人而又寥落寂寞的眼神……很性感很真实的老男人，我对这种老男人没任何抵抗力，听着歌整个人就已经有leaning on的冲动了…..

     真的，有的男人真的是越老越帅，越老越性感，越老越有味道，我喜欢白毫银针。

    

In My Secret Life

I saw you this morning

You were moving so fast

Can't seem to loose my grip

On the past

And I miss you so much

There is no one in sight

And we were still making love

In my secret life

 

I smile when I am angry

I cheat and I lie

I do what I have to do

To get by

But I know what is wrong

And I know what is right

And I'd die for the truth

In my secret life

 

Hold on,hold on, my brother

My sister, hold on tight

I finally got my orders

I 'll be marching through the morning

Marching through the night

Moving cross the borders

Of my secret life

 

Looked through the paper

Makes you want to cry

Nobody cares if people

Live or die

And the dealer wants you thinking

That it's either black or white

Thank God it's not that simple

In my secret life

 

I bite my lip

I buy what I've told

From the latest hit

To the wisdom of old

But I'm always alone

And my heart is like ice

And it's crowded and cold

In my secret life