Fibrizo‘s Voyage

游戏MV《王国之心》纪念那个黄昏镇的少年

Sat, 19 Jul 2008 11:36:39 GMT

我没有玩王国之心1就直接买了2来，因此一点都不了解前代的剧情，完全是冲着野村的导演和北濑的剧本去的。OP响起了宇多田光的声音，最终幻想和迪斯尼的明星们轮番上阵让我吃了一惊，因为之前真的一点都不了解这个游戏啊，简介都没看过的说……

黄昏镇，正如其名，是一个无论从早到晚都是夕阳景色的和平小镇。类似仓库里小房间里，金发少年醒了过来，迎接他的是每日一起游玩的三个死党。少年的名字是罗克萨斯，每天晚上都会做奇怪的梦，梦中出现的是不曾经过的风景以及不认识的人们（当然我几乎都认识~），这些都不奇怪，因为是游戏的主角，所以以后一定会有不平凡的经历，最终战胜邪恶过上幸福的生活，那时的我理所应当的把罗克萨斯当成了即将迎接光辉使命的主角而毫不在意的玩着开头那些小游戏，但是，他不是。来到迪兹的地盘的时候，我还怀疑这RPG的剧情是不是进展得太快了，这么快就要打BOSS了？而没有想到只是序篇要结束了。到了第七天，沉睡的索拉醒了过来，音乐变了格调，看到这个明朗的小男孩和唐纳德、高菲聚在了一起商量着展开旅程，我才突然感到这才像是正统RPG的剧情，那么，开头那个小男孩……罗克萨斯到哪去了？

“我的暑假结束了……真羡慕你……索拉……”

洛克萨斯消失了。

在完全搞不定出状况的状态下，一人一狗一只鸭展开了旅程，话说这种三人一起行动的设定真的很棒！无论走到哪里都不会感到孤单~唐纳德的自动回复设定也为刚开始看不懂菜单所以找不到恢复药的我帮了大忙~！

在大法师的塔里，法师解释了一下KH的世界观，让我们这些刚接触的玩家心里有了底，但我还是不明白，罗克萨斯哪去了……（几乎没有日文水平的我抓狂~~）更要命的是后来遇到蒂法的那个房间里，米奇大王说了一连串貌似很重要的话貌似解开了什么真相，但我通通没听明白~~瀑布汗

KH的游戏系统是相当令人惊艳地！华丽丽的打斗连携技的画面自不必说，开始的难度并不高，像我这样的act小白也能在不练级不买药（……）的情况下顺利打到第二次对上吉他男德米克斯那里才遇到钉子，话说这次的战斗真是要命了，PS2的手柄太大（我……），摇杆运用极其不灵活（还是我……），导致对吉他君扔出的瀑布完全躲不掉，读档了16、7此才过去，其实吉他君是个很搞笑的家伙，我并不讨厌他，但没想到这次打败他之后他就消失了（被灭了……）,我还不算郁闷。

最让我郁闷的其实是阿克塞尔的消失。在黄昏镇的时候觉得他真是个讨厌的家伙，不知为什么一次次地逼着罗克萨斯打架，后来总算弄明白了，整部游戏除了娜米妮之外，就只有这个家伙是真正为了罗克萨斯着想的，在黄昏镇出手干预也是不想让朋友消失，最后甚至不惜牺牲性命也要帮助索拉打通去往13机关的通道。被不计其数的无存包围的阿克塞尔笑着说“我很强啊”，我真的很郁闷，其实我不在乎一个人再来一次千人斩的。

不存在的世界，应该也可以见到本来不应存在的人。我有预感将要见到小六了。果然，索拉面前出现了黑衣人，Dearly beloved的音乐响起，我就知道是他来了。他一次次的攻击索拉一次次的要证明自己的存在，但钥匙刃最终还是选择了本应存在的人，他背对着索拉无奈的笑，“真不愧是……我啊”，我在电视前面哭。

同样的黄昏镇，同样的三个死党，但不同的是他们并不认识一个叫罗克萨斯的孩子。

夕阳下，索拉举着蓝色宝石对着天空，“索拉？”唐纳德和高菲一瞬间仿佛看到索拉变成了另一个人。是他，他一直都在。

在离开小镇的列车上，索拉哭了，连自己都不知道为什么。

在线视频：

土豆：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/1g5y4QfyvxM/

YuTube：http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=qN2VxbFQngA

最终幻想8主题MV《Angels》

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 03:02:52 GMT

这次做的主题是最终幻想8的主题MV。

记得初中时候的某个下午，班里正在上自习，忽然从前面的电脑中传来了水晶般的旋律：Eyes On Me——最动听的音乐，随即画面投到了前面的屏幕上：Final Fantasy——最美丽的画面

一望无际的花田里，蓝衣少女握着项链，不知等待着谁。
战场上拿着狮心刀的少年如此拼搏，不知为了谁。
烟花弥漫的广场上，魔女静静地坐着，不知策划着什么。

那时候，我第一次接触最终幻想，第一次接触游戏。

如今早已不记得那个eyes on me的MV是谁做的，不过那大概也是我接触的第一个MV了吧。

whenever sang my songs. 每次吟唱我为自己所写的歌时

on the stage,on my own! 自己独自站在舞台上

whenever said my words. 每当我唱出自己的心声

wishing they would be heard.希望有人能够聆听

i saw you smiling at me.我看见你望着我微笑

was it real or just my fantasy? 这是真的吗?亦或只是我的幻想?

you'd always be there in the corner.你总待在角落里

of this tiny little bar. 在这个小酒吧中

这是Julia为Laguna写的歌，战争没能让两人在一起，若干年后，Julia已为人母，而Laguna也在平静的小村庄里找到了真正属于自己的幸福。

孤儿院的废墟里……

Rinoa：如果有被控制了，我会发生什么事呢？会和大家战斗吗？
Squall：即使你成了全世界的敌人，我也会保护你……我也会……做你的骑士！
（Squall依旧没有把话说出来）
Rinoa：如果一定要被杀死，是你的话，我愿意。
Squall：够了……

I will be here……why？……I will be waiting here……For what?……I will be waiting for you,so if you come here, you will find me.I promise……

第三次做FF8的MV了，第一次用了eyes on me，感觉不是太好，第二次用了part of me，结果软件RP了……

这次用的是within temptation的《Angels》，个人很喜欢这首歌，这个组合的歌曲风格和FF都很配，好多战斗的画面也可以用上了（慢歌就不太好了），尤其是Rinoa给人的第一感觉——angels！

这个MV，送给所有依旧喜欢着最终幻想8，喜欢着那个沉默寡言的少年和俏皮的蓝衣少女的朋友们！

在线视频：

土豆地址：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/uBkhXN8Pss0/

YouTube地址：http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=oiH7ZTAUUiw

【大图~】发一堆最近PS的仙剑系列抽风壁纸

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 01:35:17 GMT

晕了。。。找不到可以上传500k以上图片的相册所以不得已又改小了。。默
话说截止到这个系列玩的最后一个3外传已经很久了到现在不知不觉得硬盘里就多出这么些东西今天整理整理把能见光的（应该……= =）全晒出来了~~
全部为宽屏~！（抽）因为我的电脑就是宽屏o(∩_∩)o...

首先。。呃。。这第一张是我怨念爆发彻底YY了一下估计长卿哥看到要气死了= =

加上字的（其实还是不加比较好吧）

紫萱姐~~

灵儿（online版）月如（online版）

小葵（人）夙玉

酒剑仙（整个系列最让我郁闷的一位怎么能在短短30年内从妙龄少男变成颓废大叔的？！）

赤炎星璇

MV《月光》纪念仙剑中为了爱而默默付出的众生们

Fri, 30 May 2008 11:21:31 GMT

有这样一种角色，从不作为主角而出现，纵使在游戏中风光无限也终究免不了孑然孤影的结局，为了爱，他们默默付出却从不记回报。喜欢一个人，就是让她天天高兴的活着，即时她不喜欢自己甚至不爱自己也没关系（天青叔语……）。

为了紫萱重楼默默守护着锁妖塔

为了絮儿星璇一再负伤甚至牺牲

为了菱纱紫英愿一命换一命

为了飞蓬夕瑶甘愿独守神树等待他的转世能够想起自己………………

相见不如不见有情还似无情知道她平安无事我就放心了……蜀山化为灰烬和本座无关锁妖塔若有半点损伤本座必叫生灵涂炭！……本座只不过为了一个人……我喜欢你现在的样子为了我永远这样不要为别人牺牲自己的幸福……我不是为别人是为你……你的幸福就是我的幸福……我自问不畏世间强权自己的生死也可相轻若用我一命能换菱纱一命我会毫不犹豫！……他在人间有我缔造的女子陪他……如果偶尔能想起前世的事我就知足了…………

我已经是习惯性的被这样的角色萌到了！这次用的歌是胡彦斌《月光》……没错就是那首做MV都被用滥了的月光不是我有勇气挑战不过最近很萌这首歌就是了……orz

在线视频：

土豆：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/CPx9WQHVI2A/

Mofile：http://tv.mofile.com/MQGS9X2K/

Youku：http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_cg00XMjkyNTk4NTY=.html

Youtube：http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=BNGcT_e1ros

仙剑三+外传玩后感

Fri, 23 May 2008 07:26:33 GMT

我是完全按照时间顺序玩这个系列的，撇开那部RP电视剧不算的话第一个玩的是仙剑四，然后一发不可收拾了。用了3星期把三+三外搞定，个人喜欢外传多过三，首先碎碎念一下三：景天实在没什么性格耶~相比之下雪见的性格实在是……龙葵感觉还不错，比较喜欢红葵~~而且玩失踪的次数大大少于雪见。画面感觉还是不错的，音乐配的感觉弱一些，有些情节明明能烘托的更煽情却没做到极致，比如猴子抢土灵珠死掉那段、还有水碧溪风那段，总觉得进度有些快了。最难忘的是紫萱的结局，因为喜欢紫萱所以最后还特意用修改器改了好感度= =眼看着重楼一次次不计回报的帮助紫萱最后更是失去了魔力留在人间，换来的却仍旧是三个人天各一方的结局。

外传是以仙剑三的大团圆结局为前提的……也就是说除了紫萱都活了= =

重楼默默的守护者锁妖塔（仙一里锁妖塔崩了的时候他在哪？），长卿成了蜀山掌门，19年前赤炎大闹蜀山人民广场的真相浮出水面……让我忍无可忍的是姓徐的= =当年自己在蜀山看家让兄弟和老婆去冒险（顺便还把兄弟的老婆弄丢了orz）、后来眼见老婆为封锁妖塔而死却坦然接受人家的内丹成仙……本以为外传会改变一些，没想到……他居然不但眼见锁妖塔被炮轰毫无办法、后来得知自己的错误行为更是非常不顾全大局的辞职走人……拜托，他又不是不知道手下那帮老头不信任南宫，在地脉事件没有解决的时候居然做出这种举动实在是………………orz

外传里令我感动的情节有很多，比如赤炎夫妇、回忆紫萱、夕瑶和飞蓬……当然还有星璇，一次次的为了絮儿受伤，不过好在如果玩出的是大团圆结局他的付出终于有了回报，而不似重楼那一句“相见不如不见有情还似无情知道她平安无事我就放心了”作为结局……

官方设定仙剑三发生在一代50年前，那么外传就差不多在一代30年前了，那是李三思刚刚成亲，但奇怪的是，司徒钟和独孤宇云……是什么让两个妙龄少男（= =）、还是修仙之人，在30年内变成了颓废大叔？？？明明景天过了20年都没什么变化的！把一代里的酒剑仙和外传里的司徒钟联系起来实在需要勇气啊!

不太一样的推理小说《寻狗事务所》By米泽穗信

Sun, 18 May 2008 02:35:51 GMT

先来段简介。

寻狗事务所
作者：米泽穗信
出版社：皇冠

内容简介
日本超人气推理新星首次推出中文版！
开拓新境界的青春幽默推理杰作！

◆『这本推理小说真厉害！』2005年度10大推理小说！
◆本格推理作家协会2005年度最佳推理小说TOP 20！

『你可以帮我找我的孙女吗？』这是本事务所接到的第一通电话。
『孙女？』听起来不像是狗的名字……

　　究竟米泽的魅力何在，能吸引年轻人的目光？作品风格又有什么特殊之处呢？若要用一个词汇来概括，那绝非『青春』莫属。……《寻狗事务所》虽然是私探小说，却绝对不是所谓的『冷硬』私探，而是带有年轻气息的感伤与无奈，偶尔穿插幽默风趣的『青春』私探。虽然同样是书写青春，米泽这回带我们走出校园，采用了全新的私探小说形式来包装。─宠物先生─

　　本来我想要开的是一家卖什锦煎饼的店，可是搞到最后，却变成开了一间『绀屋S&R』事务所，本事务所的业务项目只有一种──就是帮饲主找回走失的小狗！然而，开业第一天找上门来的客户，却是要我去找失踪的孙女和解读古文书！而在调查的过程中，我发现这两件事情竟然有着微妙的重迭──这到底是怎么一回事啊？
作者简介

米泽穗信 Honobu Yonezawa

　　1978年生于岐阜县，目前住在东京。2001年以《冰果》荣获第五届角川学园小说大赏『少年推理&恐怖部门』奖励赏而正式出道。作品以『日常生活谜团』（或可称为『青春推理』）为主轴，因?带有轻小?的特征，获得年轻世代读者的广泛欢迎。第三本长篇小说《再见，妖精》更大受好评，入选为『这本推理小说真厉害！』2004年度TOP20，备受推理迷的肯定，也被视为米泽的代表作！其它作品有《春季限定草莓塔事件》、《夏季限定热带水果总汇事件》、《愚者的落幕》、《莱卡的顺序『十文字』事件》（以上均为暂译）等书。

以上介绍完毕下面是本人的碎碎念……囧

最近实在没怎么看推理小说了，上一次看到的比较不错的大概就是岛田庄司的《水晶金字塔》，虽然其中某些莫名其妙的暗示让人怀疑他是不是在向二阶堂黎人的方向发展，总而言之，对于古典派的推理小说，我的兴趣的确是大不如前了，以后岛田的厕所先生系列照例会买，其他的比较想看的大概就是绫十行人的童谣预言杀人的那本了。江户川乱步奖一直少有古典派作品获奖，相比之下更青睐有创新意图的小说，现在的我大概可以理解了。

本来一直在攒钱买京极夏彦的魍魉和狂骨，但偶然在网上发现这本小说就觉得很合口味，于是京极的计划有无限期延后了（顺便期待降价中。。。）这是一本和前面提到的诸多推理小说堪称完全相反的类型，没有什么惊天诡计也没有什么尸体成山更没有暴风雨山庄类型的任何要素，因此如果你是铁杆古典推理迷基本上就可以54掉了。

但是，这本小说很有趣！

主线剧情是帮助老人寻找孙女+解读古文书，我说了，这本小说没有什么惊天诡计，因此在谜底揭开前把二者的关系想象成鬼吹灯或者夺宝奇兵什么的同学可能要失望了，解读古文书的剧情没什么好说的，但是古文书本身却作为一件重要道具存在于寻找孙女的剧情中，并且在揭开谜底的时候整个事实的倒转会多少让人有些吃惊，这是个很有趣的故事。

另外，向前面的介绍说的一样，小说有一个很大的特点——“青春的气息”。小镇上的侦探、以前还是做银行职员的，加上名高校毕业目前是无业游民的助手——这样的设定不但贴近生活，在描写日常生活工作的部分也充满了幽默，甚至主角说话的时候会加上“#￥￥%&*的说”，不知是原文就如此还是翻译大人的功力！厕所先生还处于去图书馆查年历的时代而宠物先生已经在互联网上咨询网友了，顺便说一下，那个网友KEN的推理能力和网络知识都很强，不知是什么人。

FF7-Memories（for Zack and Aerith）

Thu, 01 May 2008 12:43:40 GMT

第一次尝试自己做特效，效果还不错~~^_^b

在疯狂英语上听到了Within Temptation的《Memories》，立刻爱上这个乐队了！歌词让我不得不想起Zack和Aerith.

All of my memories keep you near. In silent moments imagine you here. All of my memories keep you near. Your silent whispers, silent tears……

在线视频：

土豆地址：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/6r0_3KXdc48/

Ｍｏｆｉｌｅ地址：http://tv.mofile.com/GFSLKSKM/

Ｙｏｕｋｕ地址：http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_cg00XMjYwMzk5Mjg=.html

ＹｏｕＴｕｂｅ地址：http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=-z8EDorfHOU

下载地址：http://www.namipan.com/d/4eebcd824100e0f84a60e83d6cf31ac880f5cf1cec1f0e02

歌词：
Memories
Within Temptation

In this world you tried
not leaving me alone behind.
There's no other way.
I prayed to the gods let him stay.
The memories ease the pain inside,
Now I know why.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments imagine you here.
All of my memories keep you near.
Your silent whispers, silent tears.

Made me promise I'd try
to find my way back in this life.
I hope there is a way
to give me a sign you're ok.
Reminds me again it's worth it all
So I can go on.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments imagine you here.
All of my memories keep you near.
Your silent whispers, silent tears.
Together in all these memories
I see your smile.
All the memories I hold dear.
Darling, you know I will love you
until the end of time.

All of my memories keep you near.
In silent moments imagine you here.
All of my memories keep you near.
Your silent whispers, silent tears.
All of my memories.......

所有MV的下载地址

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 03:28:57 GMT

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以前做的凡是能拿出手的全在这里了。

18、《FF7-Memories（for Zack and Aerith）》

http://www.namipan.com/d/4eebcd824100e0f84a60e83d6cf31ac880f5cf1cec1f0e02

1、《最终幻想20周年纪念MV》

http://www.namipan.com/d/feac1da0ad4a3a8387ade2cb1e137845b5d10057c89ccf02

2、《大神纪念MV-Reset》

http://www.namipan.com/d/64807b97cbc60e050e187de361a9512039677ea519f6d203

3、《仙剑四MV-红叶乘风我愿》（纪念紫英）

http://www.namipan.com/d/febe7d3363c05dbd52354516f243542ab3431c3b6c70a202

4、《生化危机4MV-God's Top Ten》

http://www.namipan.com/d/e81565aadb012824282038b563898842b1aaf55881857e03

5、《三国无双4MV-江湖行》

http://www.namipan.com/d/5662b4aa2ae6e5eac8e5d08a6e710762f1acff0018786f03

6、《仙剑四纪念MV-寰结情深》

http://www.namipan.com/d/45fc6046a6505c7dd67fb9bd1341fceeb0405e55f33e0e02

7、《仙剑四MV-天劫玄霄》

http://www.namipan.com/d/1283bf22b3369020b16fe8c0f82f4b2fb14e3441cd899c02

8、《最终幻想8MV-Part Of Me》

http://www.namipan.com/d/37d4e6262322b063239703ec77309f7ed18d85000de42602

9、《最终幻想7危机核心MV-Why》

http://www.namipan.com/d/1c381909c878dc88502c136ea9a51981f20621ed3f404b03

10、《最终幻想10周年上海新年会开场视频》

http://www.namipan.com/d/861227f5a6511e6cc8d9cf94aae767b528a922f042894103

11、《仙剑四MV-韶华不为少年留》（紫英、菱纱）

http://www.namipan.com/d/acc9f61f52e075658b86a05694b6d2a18d132db382138001

12、《生化危机编年史MV》

http://www.namipan.com/d/fe62b630d8471e0c81c115153d2f124348e77fc1abcbd601

13、《仙剑四版仙剑问情改良版》

http://www.namipan.com/d/5e456b016cc0de15e169b69a5d074b8d604db9481d6be602

14、《北欧女神系列MV》

http://www.namipan.com/d/0b0618e20a0d5377e1cb62347846ee6e96dab01bcc6e5b04

15、《最终幻想7DC-地狱犬的挽歌MV》

http://www.namipan.com/d/94b13d786514e40064dfafeda67108664184806c93821103

16、《最终幻想9MV》

http://www.namipan.com/d/58f0f8aa56d6a5894d4e920c01d4b8545afdba9a680a1801

17、《王国之心MV》

http://www.namipan.com/d/2e5d0590bf910e7f0e3163de43242a9951966cc1892a8803

仙剑四MV-红叶乘风我愿（纪念紫菜）

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 07:57:56 GMT

orz……本来确定了天劫是最后一个，但听了这首歌还是手痒了。。。这次真的是最后一个了，不然就彻底走火入魔了，再做……估计就筋脉尽断了。。。囧

换了Premiere2.0，原来能用的插件统统失灵，极度RP中！所以在premiere中用了PS中常用的方法处理了不太清楚的即时画面（怨念的压缩版啊~）果然还是再预装vista的本本上补一个xp比较方便，彻底败给这个rp系统了……

在线视频地址：

土豆地址：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/jUJD483YwP0/

Mofile地址：http://tv.mofile.com/Y29S6Y7J/

Youku地址：http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_cg00XMjU0NjIyMTY=.html

红叶乘风我愿
——记下慕容紫英

词：恨醉曲：我爱小葵唱：枫影儿

笛声向远
吹断了流年
独走仗剑
笑痴儿人间
流云绕眼
不过浮生劫
青丝一夜
尽换白发三千

青史长卷
写剑指昆仑巅
泛黄竹简
记得谁家红颜
如今谁带着年华走远
留下谁独守天涯相约

哪个挥袖一别
徒留满堂花尽谢
哪个一别经年
剩谁醉里几度眠
情仇若能似等闲
何必传红叶
浮生若难逃此劫
乘风我愿

（间奏）

深巷远
夕阳斜
最好从来未相见
惜流年
莫忘却
天涯约

笛声向远
吹断了流年
独走仗剑
笑痴儿人间
流云绕眼
不过浮生劫
青丝一夜
尽换白发三千

青史长卷
写剑指昆仑巅
泛黄竹简
记得谁家红颜
如今谁带着年华走远
留下谁独守天涯相约

哪个挥袖一别
徒留满堂花尽谢
哪个一别经年
剩谁醉里几度眠
情仇若能似等闲
何必传红叶
浮生若难逃此劫
乘风我愿

哪个续写流年
听凭它老去华年
哪个拨断琴弦
任凭它声如啼血
如今苍山尽负雪
何处有红叶
若能隔世再相见
乘风谁愿

仙剑魂爆发！仙四壁纸补完！！！

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:53:49 GMT

（点击大图）

和上次（很久以前……）的夙玉、婵幽、碧痕、紫萱的那套图是一个系列，小野人纯属充数~~~orz

这个是这次的例外……

三国无双4纪念MV《江湖行》

Sat, 05 Apr 2008 05:41:30 GMT

首先，对不起原唱的情锁重楼和作词的月吟诗了~~~orz

由于原曲时间不够所以被我嫁接了，硬是撑到4分多……囧，不过听不出来的~~完全不影响欣赏~~~orz

这个的成品是暗荣的无双系列~~~三国已完成，战国待望中……囧

顺便碎碎念下三国无双5的抽风人设，除了貂蝉姐姐很漂亮之外，军师是彻底沦为茅山道长了，周哥哥那发型和风魔小太郎有得拼= =最抽风的是曹丕哥哥啊~~~！！怎么退化那么大呢？

原曲：《蜀山江湖行》

词：月吟诗原唱：情锁重楼

江湖行风雨几多晴
剑不离倚马纵酒饮
醉时叹人间几人醉
醒时笑红尘几人醒
浪淘尽半世凄迷
斜阳古道烟未息
是非成败无影
墨书丹青
前尘往事了长歌行
谁说歌者痴
痴者岂独我
谁明了
倚楼风雨听
淡看江湖路
人何处
雨打落花寂寥情
情何处
月照剑鸣

在线视频：

土豆地址：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/V-Zyb7mdSnc/

Ｍｏｆｉｌｅ地址：http://tv.mofile.com/TKJCUQZK/

Ｙｏｕｋｕ地址：http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_cg00XMjMxNDQ0NzY=.html

Ｙｏｕｔｕｂｅ台湾：http://tw.youtube.com/watch?v=F65ZCVS-jzY

The Ambitious Guest by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 06:27:08 GMT

One September night a family had gathered round their hearth, and piled it high with the driftwood of mountain streams, the dry cones of the pine, and the splintered ruins of great trees that had come crashing down the precipice. Up the chimney roared the fire, and brightened the room with its broad blaze. The faces of the father and mother had a sober gladness; the children laughed; the eldest daughter was the image of Happiness at seventeen; and the aged grandmother, who sat knitting in the warmest place, was the image of Happiness grown old. They had found the "herb, heart's-ease," in the bleakest spot of all New England. This family were situated in the Notch of the White Hills, where the wind was sharp throughout the year, and pitilessly cold in the winter,--giving their cottage all its fresh inclemency before it descended on the valley of the Saco. They dwelt in a cold spot and a dangerous one; for a mountain towered above their heads, so steep, that the stones would often rumble down its sides and startle them at midnight.

The daughter had just uttered some simple jest that filled them all with mirth, when the wind came through the Notch and seemed to pause before their cottage--rattling the door, with a sound of wailing and lamentation, before it passed into the valley. For a moment it saddened them, though there was nothing unusual in the tones. But the family were glad again when they perceived that the latch was lifted by some traveller, whose footsteps had been unheard amid the dreary blast which heralded his approach, and wailed as he was entering, and went moaning away from the door.

Though they dwelt in such a solitude, these people held daily converse with the world. The romantic pass of the Notch is a great artery, through which the life-blood of internal commerce is continually throbbing between Maine, on one side, and the Green Mountains and the shores of the St. Lawrence, on the other. The stage-coach always drew up before the door of the cottage. The wayfarer, with no companion but his staff, paused here to exchange a word, that the sense of loneliness might not utterly overcome him ere he could pass through the cleft of the mountain, or reach the first house in the valley. And here the teamster, on his way to Portland market, would put up for the night; and, if a bachelor, might sit an hour beyond the usual bedtime, and steal a kiss from the mountain maid at parting. It was one of those primitive taverns where the traveller pays only for food and lodging, but meets with a homely kindness beyond all price. When the footsteps were heard, therefore, between the outer door and the inner one, the whole family rose up, grandmother, children and all, as if about to welcome some one who belonged to them, and whose fate was linked with theirs.

The door was opened by a young man. His face at first wore the melancholy expression, almost despondency, of one who travels a wild and bleak road, at nightfall and alone, but soon brightened up when he saw the kindly warmth of his reception. He felt his heart spring forward to meet them all, from the old woman, who wiped a chair with her apron, to the little child that held out its arms to him. One glance and smile placed the stranger on a footing of innocent familiarity with the eldest daughter.

"Ah, this fire is the right thing!" cried he; "especially when there is such a pleasant circle round it. I am quite benumbed; for the Notch is just like the pipe of a great pair of bellows; it has blown a terrible blast in my face all the way from Bartlett."

"Then you are going towards Vermont?" said the master of the house, as he helped to take a light knapsack off the young man's shoulders.

"Yes; to Burlington, and far enough beyond," replied he. "I meant to have been at Ethan Crawford's to-night; but a pedestrian lingers along such a road as this. It is no matter; for, when I saw this good fire, and all your cheerful faces, I felt as if you had kindled it on purpose for me, and were waiting my arrival. So I shall sit down among you, and make myself at home."

The frank-hearted stranger had just drawn his chair to the fire when something like a heavy footstep was heard without, rushing down the steep side of the mountain, as with long and rapid strides, and taking such a leap in passing the cottage as to strike the opposite precipice. The family held their breath, because they knew the sound, and their guest held his by instinct.

"The old mountain has thrown a stone at us, for fear we should forget him," said the landlord, recovering himself. "He sometimes nods his head and threatens to come down; but we are old neighbors, and agree together pretty well upon the whole. Besides we have a sure place of refuge hard by if he should be coming in good earnest."

Let us now suppose the stranger to have finished his supper of bear's meat; and, by his natural felicity of manner, to have placed himself on a footing of kindness with the whole family, so that they talked as freely together as if he belonged to their mountain brood. He was of a proud, yet gentle spirit--haughty and reserved among the rich and great; but ever ready to stoop his head to the lowly cottage door, and be like a brother or a son at the poor man's fireside. In the household of the Notch he found warmth and simplicity of feeling, the pervading intelligence of New England, and a poetry of native growth, which they had gathered when they little thought of it from the mountain peaks and chasms, and at the very threshold of their romantic and dangerous abode. He had travelled far and alone; his whole life, indeed, had been a solitary path; for, with the lofty caution of his nature, he had kept himself apart from those who might otherwise have been his companions. The family, too, though so kind and hospitable, had that consciousness of unity among themselves, and separation from the world at large, which, in every domestic circle, should still keep a holy place where no stranger may intrude. But this evening a prophetic sympathy impelled the refined and educated youth to pour out his heart before the simple mountaineers, and constrained them to answer him with the same free confidence. And thus it should have been. Is not the kindred of a common fate a closer tie than that of birth?

The secret of the young man's character was a high and abstracted ambition. He could have borne to live an undistinguished life, but not to be forgotten in the grave. Yearning desire had been transformed to hope; and hope, long cherished, had become like certainty, that, obscurely as he journeyed now, a glory was to beam on all his pathway,--though not, perhaps, while he was treading it. But when posterity should gaze back into the gloom of what was now the present, they would trace the brightness of his footsteps, brightening as meaner glories faded, and confess that a gifted one had passed from his cradle to his tomb with none to recognize him.

"As yet," cried the stranger--his cheek glowing and his eye flashing with enthusiasm--"as yet, I have done nothing. Were I to vanish from the earth to-morrow, none would know so much of me as you: that a nameless youth came up at nightfall from the valley of the Saco, and opened his heart to you in the evening, and passed through the Notch by sunrise, and was seen no more. Not a soul would ask, 'Who was he? Whither did the wanderer go?' But I cannot die till I have achieved my destiny. Then, let Death come! I shall have built my monument!"

There was a continual flow of natural emotion, gushing forth amid abstracted reverie, which enabled the family to understand this young man's sentiments, though so foreign from their own. With quick sensibility of the ludicrous, he blushed at the ardor into which he had been betrayed.

"You laugh at me," said he, taking the eldest daughter's hand, and laughing himself. "You think my ambition as nonsensical as if I were to freeze myself to death on the top of Mount Washington, only that people might spy at me from the country round about. And, truly, that would be a noble pedestal for a man's statue!"

"It is better to sit here by this fire," answered the girl, blushing, "and be comfortable and contented, though nobody thinks about us."

"I suppose," said her father, after a fit of musing, "there is something natural in what the young man says; and if my mind had been turned that way, I might have felt just the same. It is strange, wife, how his talk has set my head running on things that are pretty certain never to come to pass."

"Perhaps they may," observed the wife. "Is the man thinking what he will do when he is a widower?"

"No, no!" cried he, repelling the idea with reproachful kindness. "When I think of your death, Esther, I think of mine, too. But I was wishing we had a good farm in Bartlett, or Bethlehem, or Littleton, or some other township round the White Mountains; but not where they could tumble on our heads. I should want to stand well with my neighbors and be called Squire, and sent to General Court for a term or two; for a plain, honest man may do as much good there as a lawyer. And when I should be grown quite an old man, and you an old woman, so as not to be long apart, I might die happy enough in my bed, and leave you all crying around me. A slate gravestone would suit me as well as a marble one--with just my name and age, and a verse of a hymn, and something to let people know that I lived an honest man and died a Christian."

"There now!" exclaimed the stranger; "it is our nature to desire a monument, be it slate or marble, or a pillar of granite, or a glorious memory in the universal heart of man."

"We're in a strange way, to-night," said the wife, with tears in her eyes. "They say it's a sign of something, when folks' minds go a wandering so. Hark to the children!"

They listened accordingly. The younger children had been put to bed in another room, but with an open door between, so that they could be heard talking busily among themselves. One and all seemed to have caught the infection from the fireside circle, and were outvying each other in wild wishes, and childish projects of what they would do when they came to be men and women. At length a little boy, instead of addressing his brothers and sisters, called out to his mother.

"I'll tell you what I wish, mother," cried he. "I want you and father and grandma'm, and all of us, and the stranger too, to start right away, and go and take a drink out of the basin of the Flume!"

Nobody could help laughing at the child's notion of leaving a warm bed, and dragging them from a cheerful fire, to visit the basin of the Flume,--a brook, which tumbles over the precipice, deep within the Notch. The boy had hardly spoken when a wagon rattled along the road, and stopped a moment before the door. It appeared to contain two or three men, who were cheering their hearts with the rough chorus of a song, which resounded, in broken notes, between the cliffs, while the singers hesitated whether to continue their journey or put up here for the night.

"Father," said the girl, "they are calling you by name."

But the good man doubted whether they had really called him, and was unwilling to show himself too solicitous of gain by inviting people to patronize his house. He therefore did not hurry to the door; and the lash being soon applied, the travellers plunged into the Notch, still singing and laughing, though their music and mirth came back drearily from the heart of the mountain.

"There, mother!" cried the boy, again. "They'd have given us a ride to the Flume."

Again they laughed at the child's pertinacious fancy for a night ramble. But it happened that a light cloud passed over the daughter's spirit; she looked gravely into the fire, and drew a breath that was almost a sigh. It forced its way, in spite of a little struggle to repress it. Then starting and blushing, she looked quickly round the circle, as if they had caught a glimpse into her bosom. The stranger asked what she had been thinking of.

"Nothing," answered she, with a downcast smile. "Only I felt lonesome just then."

"Oh, I have always had a gift of feeling what is in other people's hearts," said he, half seriously. "Shall I tell the secrets of yours? For I know what to think when a young girl shivers by a warm hearth, and complains of lonesomeness at her mother's side. Shall I put these feelings into words?"

"They would not be a girl's feelings any longer if they could be put into words," replied the mountain nymph, laughing, but avoiding his eye.

All this was said apart. Perhaps a germ of love was springing in their hearts, so pure that it might blossom in Paradise, since it could not be matured on earth; for women worship such gentle dignity as his; and the proud, contemplative, yet kindly soul is oftenest captivated by simplicity like hers. But while they spoke softly, and he was watching the happy sadness, the lightsome shadows, the shy yearnings of a maiden's nature, the wind through the Notch took a deeper and drearier sound. It seemed, as the fanciful stranger said, like the choral strain of the spirits of the blast, who in old Indian times had their dwelling among these mountains, and made their heights and recesses a sacred region. There was a wail along the road, as if a funeral were passing. To chase away the gloom, the family threw pine branches on their fire, till the dry leaves crackled and the flame arose, discovering once again a scene of peace and humble happiness. The light hovered about them fondly, and caressed them all. There were the little faces of the children, peeping from their bed apart and here the father's frame of strength, the mother's subdued and careful mien, the high-browed youth, the budding girl, and the good old grandam, still knitting in the warmest place. The aged woman looked up from her task, and, with fingers ever busy, was the next to speak.

"Old folks have their notions," said she, "as well as young ones. You've been wishing and planning; and letting your heads run on one thing and another, till you've set my mind a wandering too. Now what should an old woman wish for, when she can go but a step or two before she comes to her grave? Children, it will haunt me night and day till I tell you."

"What is it, mother?" cried the husband and wife at once.

Then the old woman, with an air of mystery which drew the circle closer round the fire, informed them that she had provided her graveclothes some years before,--a nice linen shroud, a cap with a muslin ruff, and everything of a finer sort than she had worn since her wedding day. But this evening an old superstition had strangely recurred to her. It used to be said, in her younger days, that if anything were amiss with a corpse, if only the ruff were not smooth, or the cap did not set right, the corpse in the coffin and beneath the clods would strive to put up its cold hands and arrange it. The bare thought made her nervous.

"Don't talk so, grandmother!" said the girl, shuddering.

"Now,"--continued the old woman, with singular earnestness, yet smiling strangely at her own folly,--"I want one of you, my children--when your mother is dressed and in the coffin--I want one of you to hold a looking-glass over my face. Who knows but I may take a glimpse at myself, and see whether all's right?"

"Old and young, we dream of graves and monuments," murmured the stranger youth. "I wonder how mariners feel when the ship is sinking, and they, unknown and undistinguished, are to be buried together in the ocean--that wide and nameless sepulchre?"

For a moment, the old woman's ghastly conception so engrossed the minds of her hearers that a sound abroad in the night, rising like the roar of a blast, had grown broad, deep, and terrible, before the fated group were conscious of it. The house and all within it trembled; the foundations of the earth seemed to be shaken, as if this awful sound were the peal of the last trump. Young and old exchanged one wild glance, and remained an instant, pale, affrighted, without utterance, or power to move. Then the same shriek burst simultaneously from all their lips.

"The Slide! The Slide!"

The simplest words must intimate, but not portray, the unutterable horror of the catastrophe. The victims rushed from their cottage, and sought refuge in what they deemed a safer spot--where, in contemplation of such an emergency, a sort of barrier had been reared. Alas! they had quitted their security, and fled right into the pathway of destruction. Down came the whole side of the mountain, in a cataract of ruin. Just before it reached the house, the stream broke into two branches--shivered not a window there, but overwhelmed the whole vicinity, blocked up the road, and annihilated everything in its dreadful course. Long ere the thunder of the great Slide had ceased to roar among the mountains, the mortal agony had been endured, and the victims were at peace. Their bodies were never found.

The next morning, the light smoke was seen stealing from the cottage chimney up the mountain side. Within, the fire was yet smouldering on the hearth, and the chairs in a circle round it, as if the inhabitants had but gone forth to view the devastation of the Slide, and would shortly return, to thank Heaven for their miraculous escape. All had left separate tokens, by which those who had known the family were made to shed a tear for each. Who has not heard their name? The story has been told far and wide, and will forever be a legend of these mountains. Poets have sung their fate.

There were circumstances which led some to suppose that a stranger had been received into the cottage on this awful night, and had shared the catastrophe of all its inmates. Others denied that there were sufficient grounds for such a conjecture. Woe for the high-souled youth, with his dream of Earthly Immortality! His name and person utterly unknown; his history, his way of life, his plans, a mystery never to be solved, his death and his existence equally a doubt! Whose was the agony of that death moment?

（译文）

有抱负的来客（霍桑）

九月的一个夜晚，有家人围坐炉火边，给炉子添满山溪冲下来的柴火、于杉球，还有倒下悬崖的大树摔出的残枝碎片。炉火熊熊，把屋子照得又明又亮。父亲和母亲脸上充满悠然自得，孩子们喜笑颜开。17岁的大女儿是快乐的化身，上年纪的老祖母坐在最暖和的地方织毛线，就是老年人快乐的化身。他们在全新英格兰最荒凉的地方，发现了一种香草，“令人神清气爽的三色堇”。一家人住在白山的大峡谷里，这里终年狂风呼啸，冬天更是冷得彻骨——狂风暴雨总是首先袭击这家的小茅舍，然后才卷下萨柯山谷。一家人住在这又冷又险的地方，头顶危耸一座高山，陡峭险峻，山岩时常顺坡轰隆隆滚落，深更半夜吓他们一大跳。
　　大女儿方才说了句什么小笑话，使大家笑得很开心。突然，寒风刮过峡谷，好像停在了他家门前，把门摇得哗啦响，还夹带着哀号与恸哭的声音，然后才刮进山谷。大家顿时愁容满面，虽然这风声并没什么格外不同。不过一家人又高兴起来，因为发现门栓被什么赶路人拔开，他的脚步方才被凄厉的寒风吞没，所以没听见。风儿预报他的到来，哀号着送他进来，又呻吟着从门口退去。
　　这家人虽住得偏僻，却天天与世界有交往。峡谷内浪漫的通道就是一条大动脉，通过它，谷地商业的鲜活血液不断，一头联通缅因州与绿山，另一头联通圣劳伦斯河岸。驿车总会在这家门前停下。徒步旅行者除了手里的拐杖别无同伴，也会在这里驻足，与他们讲上几句话。这样，在他穿过大山的隘口，或到达谷地里头一户人家之前，就不至于完全被孤独压倒。而赶着畜车的人去波特兰赶集的路上则要在这儿过夜。还有，若是个单身汉的话，还会推迟上床时间，比平时多坐个把小时，分手时偷偷地吻一下山里姑娘。这家就是一座原始的小旅店，旅客只需付出一点食宿钱，就能享受无价的家庭温暖。所以，每逢听到里屋与外屋之间响起脚步，全家人都会站起身来。老祖母、孩子们，仿佛是迎接一位家人，而这个人与他们命运相连。
　　进门的是位年轻人。乍看去，他一脸忧伤，甚至沮丧。大约黄昏时踽踽独行，尝够了荒凉。但一见这家人诚心诚意的欢迎，顿时喜形于色，感到心儿欢跃，要与所有的人相识相知，从用自己围裙为他擦椅子的老太太，到伸手欢迎的孩子们。一个眼神，一个微笑，就使陌生人与大女儿产生了纯洁的亲近。
　　“啊，这炉火来得正好！”他嚷道，“特别是周围还有这么一圈快活的人。我可冻僵了，峡谷就像一对大风箱筒子，从巴特莱特到这儿，一路对着我脸猛吹。”
　　“那你是要去佛蒙特喽？”一家之主问，一面帮小伙子从肩上摘下一只轻巧的背包。
　　“对，去伯林顿，还有更远的地方。”小伙子回答，“今晚本打算赶到伊桑·克劳福店里过夜的，可这么条道儿，一个人走够磨蹭的。不过没关系，一见这炉好火，一见你们快活的面孔，就觉得你们是特地为我生这炉火的，在等着我来呐。
　　所以我要跟你们坐在一块儿，就像到了自己家一样！”
　　心地坦率的陌生人刚把椅子拉到炉火边，就听到外面有什么东西活像沉重的脚步，打陡峻的山坡上冲了下来，大步疾行，又一下子跳过这座房子撞到了对面的悬崖上。一家人都屏住呼吸，因为他们熟悉这声音，而客人则本能地抽一口凉气。
　　“山老爷又朝咱们扔石头啦，怕咱们忘了他老人家。”主人恢复镇定，“他有时候会点头吓唬我们，说要下来。可我们是老邻居啦，总的来说相处不错。再说，就算他真要下来，附近就有可靠的地方好藏身。”
　　现在，让咱们设想，陌生人已吃好了熊肉晚餐，以他生就的得体举止，与家人相处融洽，使他们把他当作自己人，与他自在交谈。他是个骄傲却又温柔的人——与有钱有势者打交道，他显得傲慢含蓄，但却总乐意低头俯就矮小的茅屋门，像兄弟或儿子那样坐在穷人的炉火边。从诺奇峡谷的这户人家，他发现了温暖朴实的感情，发现了遍及新英格兰的智慧，发现了一种土生土长的诗意。这些东西是他们不知不觉间从大山的峰峦与裂缝中获取的，从他们浪漫而危险的住所门前得到的。他独自旅行到过许多地方。的确，他的全部生命就像一条孤独的小路。他生性孤高，与众不同，总是远离那些本可能成为同伴的人。而这家人也一样，虽说既善良又好客，却具有团结一心，与整个世界相脱离的意识。这种意识，在每一个家庭圈子里都会保持一种任何外人都无法侵入的神圣地位。但是，这天夜里，一种共同的预感促使这位温文尔雅富于教养的年青人，向这些纯朴的山里人敞开了心扉，也促使他们对他报以相同的坦诚信赖。事情本该如此，难道同呼吸共命运的钮带不比血缘关系更密切么？
　　这位年轻人骨子里有一种崇高而抽象的抱负——生前他愿忍受没没无闻，死后却不愿被人遗忘。这种强烈的愿望化为希望，而长久珍藏的希望又化为确定无疑的信念。所以，现在他只是一位无名旅人，将来荣耀却会照耀着他所走过的全部道路——尽管他艰难跋涉之时也许还不能如此，但是子孙后代回顾已化作一片朦胧的“现在”时，却会找到他足迹的光辉，而那些较为平庸的荣耀褪色之后，这光辉将益发辉煌。他们会承认一位天才曾走完了毕生的道路，尽管当时不为人知。
　　“迄今为止，”陌生人大声道——热情洋溢，面颊通红，两眼放光——“迄今为止，我还一事无成。要是明天我会从地球上消失，没有人会比你们对我知道得更多。一个素不相识的年轻人，天黑时从萨柯山谷来到这里，晚上向你们敞开了他的心扉，日出时又穿过诺奇峡谷走了，从此杳无踪影。没有一个人会问‘他是谁？这流浪汉要去哪里？’可是不完成我的使命我就不能死。等到那时候，就让死神降临吧！我已为自己竖起了一块纪念碑！”
　　他一面沉浸于自己的奇思怪想，一面滔滔不绝地倾吐激情，使这家人都能理解他的情操，尽管这一切与他们自己的思想毫不相干。小伙子很快就发觉了自己的荒唐可笑，为所流露的热情羞得一脸通红。
　　“你在笑话我，”他握住大女儿的手，自己也笑了。“你觉得我的抱负毫无意义，就好像我想爬上华盛顿山的顶峰，把自己冻死在那儿一样。不过那样的话，人们倒会从四周乡下抬头注意我。话说回来，那地方满崇高，给人的铜像当底座倒不错！”
　　“还是坐在这炉火旁边好得多，”姑娘羞红了脸，“又舒服又安逸，虽说没谁会想到我们。”
　　“依我看，”她父亲沉吟片刻后开了口，“小伙子的话道出了人的一些天性。要是我在那方面用心思，大概也会生出一样的想法。太太，奇怪的是，他的话使我也转起了一些念头，想到一些肯定永远不会发生的事情。”
　　“没准儿那些事会发生哩。”他太太道，“你别是在想等自己老婆死了会怎么办吧？”
　　“不，哪儿的话！”他亲切地嗔怪道，打消她这种念头。
　　“埃丝特，要是想到你死，我就会也想到自己的死。可刚才我想的是，但愿咱们在巴特莱特，伯特莱姆，利特尔顿，或白山周围别的什么小镇上有座好农场，而不待在这么个石头掉下来就会砸脑袋的地方。我会跟邻居和睦相处，给人家称作老爷，选到州议会当一两届议员什么的，因为诚实纯朴的人能跟律师一样，为百姓做不少好事。等我老啦，你也老啦，为了不长久分离，我会躺在床上心满意足地死去，让你守着我哭成一团。依我看哪，石板墓碑跟大理石墓碑一样合适——只要刻上我的姓名年龄，再刻上哪句赞美诗，和别的什么几句，让人知道我活得诚实，到死也是个好基督徒就成。”“怎么样，”陌生人大声道，“咱们生来就渴望一座纪念碑吧？不管石板的大理石的，还是根花岗石柱子，或者是在人们心中普遍留下一个光荣的记忆。”
　　“今儿晚上咱们有点儿怪，”太太眼中闪出泪花，“常言道，胡思乱想没好兆哩。听听孩子们在说些啥。”
　　他们于是侧耳细听。年幼的孩子们已被送到另一间屋子上床睡觉，但中间那张门是开的，听得见他们正叽叽喳喳，异想天开地说着长大以后打算干什么的幼稚愿望。最后，小弟弟不跟哥哥姐姐说话，却朝外间的妈妈喊了起来。
　　“妈，告诉您我的愿望吧。我要您、爸爸、奶奶、咱们全家，还有那位客人，马上出发，到山涧的水潭去喝口水！”
　　大家一听哈哈大笑，瞧这孩子的念头有多怪。现在离开热乎乎的床铺，暖融融的炉火，拉他们到那条山涧边上去——那是从悬崖上跌下来的流水，远在诺奇峡谷深处呐。孩子的话刚落音，忽听一辆马车吱吱嘎嘎驶来，在门口停了片刻。车上大概坐了两三个汉子，正高的高低的低，合唱一首歌给自己助兴。歌声在悬崖峭壁之间回响，变成断断续续的音符。唱歌的人拿不定主意是接着赶路还是在这儿过夜。
　　“爸，”女儿叫道，“人家在叫你呢。”
　　然而善良的主人吃不准人家是否真在叫他，不愿显得一心想挣钱而请人家光顾他的家，就没急着去开门。很快就听到一声鞭响，过路人奔向诺奇峡谷，仍在又唱又笑。不过，这歌声笑声回荡在群山之中，听来十分凄凉。
　　“嗨，妈妈！”小男孩又嚷起来，“人家本来可以捎咱们去山涧的。”
　　对这孩子楞要出去夜游的怪主意，大家又笑一回。可是大女儿心头突然掠过一片淡淡乌云。她盯住炉火，神情严肃，还近乎叹息地吐了口气。那阴郁的念头挥之不去，尽管她努力想赶走它。接着，她又一惊，满面绯红，飞快地扫视众人一眼，生怕他们窥破她的内心。陌生人问她在想什么。
　　“没什么，”她低头一笑，“只是方才觉得好寂寞。”
　　“噢，我向来就善于猜度别人心事，”他半认真地说，“要我说穿你的秘密么？我可清楚大姑娘家待在暖和的炉火边还打寒噤，挨着妈妈还怨寂寞是在想些啥。要不要我把你的感觉说出来呀？”
　　“要说的出来就算不上姑娘家的感觉啦。”美丽的山地少女笑答，却避过他的目光。
　　这番话是避开大家讲的，也许一对年轻人的心中正生出爱情的萌芽，如此纯洁无瑕，既然在尘世不能成长，或许能在天国开花。女人崇拜的就是他这种优雅体面的人，而骄傲多思却又心地善良的心灵也最容易为她这样质朴无华的姑娘着迷。他俩轻言细语。他注视着她性格中快乐的忧伤，淡淡的愁云，羞怯的渴望。可是，穿过诺奇峡谷的风声愈加深沉，愈加凄厉，正如这位富于想象力的陌生人所说的，这风就是暴风神的大合唱。神早在古印第安时期就居住在这崇山峻岭之中，将此地最高最深之处变成一块圣地。路上还传来哀号，仿佛送葬的队伍在经过。为驱赶这沉闷的气氛，一家人便动手往炉子里扔松枝，听到干枯的松针哔啪作响，火焰升腾，才重归一派祥和朴素的愉快。火光在他们身边亲切地徘徊，爱抚着他们每一个人。那儿是孩子们离床探头张望的小脸，这儿是父亲强壮结实的身躯，母亲温柔细腻的神态，风度翩翩的小伙子，含苞欲放的大姑娘。和善慈祥的老祖母，依然坐在最暖和的地方织毛线。老人从活计上抬起头，手指不停地忙着，接过话茬。
　　“老年人也有他们的想法，跟你们年轻人一样。”她道，“你们净是希望呵，打算呵，一会儿一个主意，把俺脑筋也搅乱啦。一个再走几步就该进坟墓的老太婆会希望啥呢？孩子们，有件事搅得俺日夜不安宁，非告诉你们不可。”
　　“什么事，母亲？”儿子和媳妇连忙问。
　　老太太一脸神秘，使一圈人都不由朝炉火坐近些去。她告诉大家几年前她就给自己准备了寿衣——一件漂亮的亚麻衣裳，一顶带绉边的薄纱帽，而且所有东西都比她做新娘时穿的东西更好。可是，今天晚上有种迷信怪怪地重现心头。年轻时，常听人说，要是尸体上缺了什么东西，或要是绉边没弄平，帽子没戴正，黄土下面，棺材里的尸体就会奋力伸出冰冷的双手，把它们一一弄妥当。一想到这个，她就紧张害怕。
　　“奶奶，别说这些！”孙女打个寒颤。
　　“现在，”——老太太非常认真地说，同时又为自己的傻念头古怪地一笑——“俺想要你们中的一个人，孩子们——等你们母亲穿戴齐整进了棺材——俺要你们中的一个人，拿面镜子照照俺的脸。谁知道俺就不会再瞧上自己一眼，看看一切是不是都弄妥了呐？”
　　“年老的，年轻的，咱们都梦想到坟墓和纪念碑。”陌生的小伙子喃喃自语，“真不知轮船沉没的时候，水手们怎么想？他们没没无闻，一同葬身大海——那座宽广无边无名无姓的坟墓。”
　　一时间，老太太恐怖的想象完全抓住了听者的心，以致这群命运已定的人们竟未意识到夜空中忽然一声巨响，好似狂风发出的一声咆哮。这声音越来越大，越来越响，越来越瘆人。屋子与屋子里的人全都颤动起来，大地似乎也在摇荡，仿佛这可怕的声音就是末日审判的号角。年轻人和老人面面相觑，惊恐交加。刹那间恐惧慌乱，无力出声，无力动弹。接着，又不约而同发出尖叫。
　　“山崩！山崩！”
　　两个最简单的字虽未加修饰，却明明白白表达了对一场大祸难以形容的恐惧。受害者们冲出茅舍，奔向他们以为更安全的避难所——一道为应付这种紧急情况而垒起的障碍。哎呀！他们离开的是安全地带，冲上去的却是毁灭之路。大山整片滑坡，瀑布般毁灭破坏。快到茅舍的地方，石流却兵分两路——连那儿的一扇窗户都没碰，却淹没了房子四周的一切，堵塞了道路，吞噬了所经之处的一切一切。大山崩雷鸣般的轰响停息之前很久，受害者们就已忍受了临终痛苦，长眠地下。他们的遗体再也找不到了。
　　第二天早晨，但见一缕轻烟打山边小屋的烟囱悄然升起。屋内，炉火仍在悠悠燃烧，四周摆着那圈椅子，仿佛屋里的人只是出去观看一番山崩带来的浩劫，很快就会再回来，感谢上帝保佑他们奇迹般逃过了灾难。所有的人都留下了各自的遗物，这些东西会使认识这一家子的人为他们洒下泪水。谁没有听过他们的名字呢？这故事广为流传，将永远成为大山里的一个神话，诗人也咏叹着他们的命运。
　　一些情况使有的人猜想，那个可怕的夜晚，这一家曾接待了一位陌生人，于是他也分担了全家的厄运。另一些人则认为这种猜测没根没据。可悲呀，这位心灵高尚的年轻人，连同他不朽人生的美丽梦想！他的姓名与为人无从知晓；他的历史，生活道路与种种抱负是一个永远解不开的谜。他的死，他的生，同样是个疑问！那死亡时刻的痛苦又到底属于谁呢？

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感言：在上期疯狂英语阅读版看到这篇文章的上半段，读起来意外的有感觉，如果人一辈子要找到一篇文章作为标签，那么《The Ambitious Guest》就是我的标签了（因为自己写不来= =）。好像从年轻客人的身上看到自己的影子了，无名旅人——也许不错~~He could have borne to live an undistinguished life, but not to be forgotten in the grave.

仙剑四纪念MV终焉：天劫玄霄

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 12:12:50 GMT

作为所有游戏里最喜欢的BOSS，总觉得应该做点什么出来的，当听到这首歌，发觉终于找到合适的背景乐了！尽管玄霄画面不多让我不得不一再从同一场景提取不同画面= =但是……也省了不少麻烦！^_^v

这回，又是枫影儿的歌（我对不起您~~又毁了一首……囧）

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土豆地址：http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/q6yibm0d3tE/

ＭＯｆｉｌｅ地址：http://tv.mofile.com/5W7M7T6H/

附上歌词：

谁在昆仑之巅弃三尺长剑立下誓言画下句点
谁在东海之渊笑万里长天看破书卷看不破世间
谁在华夏之边拟写欺世谎言一眼看尽沧桑千年
谁傲立六界之前剑指向九天清冷宫阙古老的誓约
浮生远六界征战连年
九天玄人间战火连天
他执剑举杯对月听哀声不绝
是谁洒酒祭天却拨断琴弦
睥睨瀚海蓝天大漠荒原狂沙漫天花相谢
笑傲九州日月浮云万千硝烟连年人相远
立身东海之渊昆仑之巅画下谁容颜
是谁拨断琴弦触怒了苍天
翻过残破书简独走流年月落乌啼霜飞满天
展开陈年画卷俯看九天醉里不知几度眠
坐看血染长天陌路尘烟啼血的杜鹃
他在昆仑之巅挥墨写天劫
睥睨瀚海蓝天大漠荒原狂沙漫天花相谢
笑傲九州日月浮云万千硝烟连年人相远
坐看血染长天陌路尘烟啼血的杜鹃
他在昆仑之巅挥墨写天劫
挥墨写天劫

Fibrizo‘s Voyage

游戏MV《王国之心》纪念那个黄昏镇的少年

最终幻想8主题MV《Angels》

【大图~】发一堆最近PS的仙剑系列抽风壁纸

MV《月光》纪念仙剑中为了爱而默默付出的众生们

仙剑三+外传玩后感

不太一样的推理小说《寻狗事务所》By米泽穗信

FF7-Memories（for Zack and Aerith）

所有MV的下载地址

仙剑四MV-红叶 乘风我愿（纪念紫菜）

仙剑魂爆发！仙四壁纸补完！！！

三国无双4纪念MV《江湖行》

The Ambitious Guest by Nathaniel Hawthorne

仙剑四纪念MV终焉：天劫 玄霄

仙剑四MV-红叶乘风我愿（纪念紫菜）

仙剑四纪念MV终焉：天劫玄霄