今天下午第一节是语文课，说实话下午最不爱上第一节课，困且浮躁。尤其是语文。但今天下午除了上课铃之外叫醒我的声音中还参杂了触屏笔的砰砰声。于是我抬起头，不知道睁没睁开眼睛，呆滞了1分钟，总算是看清了一个粉色运动服在电子屏幕上写字的身影———我的语文老师。
她写了一首词，我一看，嘿！定风波！我没有仔细看，我误以为是需要背诵的篇目，我以为她又要唠叨背诵了，眉头紧皱。
“同学们还没睁开眼睛那？”一句话又把我的眼睛定住了。“看看这首词，用你们学过的知识来给我找找错儿”哦，原来是她在默写的时候动了点手脚，把原词删了一句，考察我们对词牌名对应字数的掌握程度。不过，这都是后话了。等我反应过来时，她已经开始讲解了。
一首写爱情的词，毫无疑问，是我感兴趣的。具体的讲述呢，实在是过于冗长，不过对于唤醒一个沉睡的灵魂倒是刚刚好。
讲到最后一句“此心安处是吾乡”时，周师问了几个问题“同学们，你们的心都在谁那呢？有没有一个人，或是一个地方，能让你的心安稳呢？”
说实话，刚听到这句话时，我的心颤抖了一下。或许是我的心真的在某一刻是安稳的，它的心事被揭露了，不由得打颤了。
我在想，柔奴能和他走到最后，是因为真的爱他吧，即使自己只是个歌姬，是妾，可是却没有抛弃他，也是因为爱吧。因为爱他，所以有他在的地方就是心安之处。
古往今来，能和爱的人在一起长厢厮守真的容易么？你是不是真的爱他呢？不是爱他的才华，而是爱他因才华而生的骄傲；不是爱他理性且反复求索，而是爱他因求索而对你产生猜忌；不是爱他的一身荣誉，而是爱他能为荣誉放弃与你朝夕相伴的每一段时光……
我不知道，心会说谎吗？我爱他，所以我不是凭借一个优点来爱他，而是我已经考虑好包容他的缺点，是我选择爱上他。
老师，你说的心安之处，我是真的相信了，因为我知道那次梦中他靠近我的时候我的心说了什么
bound 2 fall in love

But you, my daughter,
you will linger on in darkness and in doubt
as nightfall in winter that comes without a star.
Here you will dwell,
bound to your grief under the fading trees,
until all the world is changed,
and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
There is nothing for you here,
only death.

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Hawberk's shop below, he left me, and I heard him hammering and shouting at their door as though it were possible to arouse the dead.

Mr. Wilde's door was open, and I entered crying, "It is done, it is done! Let the nations rise and look upon their King!" but I could not find Mr. Wilde, so I went to the cabinet and took the splendid diadem from its case. Then I drew on the white silk robe, embroidered with the Yellow Sign, and placed the crown upon my head. At last I was King, King by my right in Hastur, King because I knew the mystery of the Hyades, and my mind had sounded the depths of the Lake of Hali. I was King! The first grey pencillings of dawn would raise a tempest which would shake two hemispheres. Then as I stood, my every nerve pitched to the highest tension, faint with the joy and splendour of my thought, without, in the dark passage, a man groaned.

I seized the tallow dip and sprang to the door. The cat passed me like a demon, and the tallow dip went out, but my long knife flew swifter than she, and I heard her screech, and I knew that my knife had found her. For a moment I listened to her tumbling and thumping about in the darkness, and then when her frenzy ceased, I lighted a lamp and raised it over my head. Mr. Wilde lay on the floor with his throat torn open. At first I thought he was dead, but as I looked, a green sparkle came into his sunken eyes, his mutilated hand trembled, and then a spasm stretched his mouth from ear to ear. For a moment my terror and despair gave place to hope, but as I bent over him his eyeballs rolled clean around in his head, and he died. Then while I stood, transfixed with rage and despair, seeing my crown, my empire, every hope and every ambition, my very life, lying prostrate there with the dead master, they came, seized me from behind, and bound me until my veins stood out like cords, and my voice failed with the paroxysms of my frenzied screams. But I still raged, bleeding and infuriated among them, and more than one policeman felt my sharp teeth. Th