除了孙俪和片尾曲还过得去之外，其他一般般。

感觉王夫人的扮相也满像妖的。。。

        话说某天苏小妹的大哥苏东坡去找当朝的王总理（王安石），看到王总理办公桌上一首题为《咏菊》的诗稿，上面只有“西风昨夜过园林，吹落黄花遍地金”两句诗，没有完稿。他认得这是总理的笔迹，但却想不通总理怎么会吟出这有悖情理的诗句来。 因为据他看来：“黄花即菊花。此花开于深秋，其性属火，敢于秋霜鏖战，最能耐久， 随你老来焦干枯烂，并不落瓣。说个‘吹落黄花满地金’，岂不是错误了？” 老苏的手也确实比较欠，依韵续了两句诗：“秋花不比春花 落，说与诗人仔细吟。”，然后就走了。

         第二天老苏得知自己被发配到黄州去做官了，心想：好你个王安石，这不是公报私仇么？在苏东坡赴黄州上任后的那年重阳节之后几天，连日大风，苏东坡与来访的好友陈季常一道去后花园赏菊花，没想到只见菊花棚下满地遍洒黄灿灿的菊花，枝 上全无一朵。这一情景使苏东坡目瞪口呆，半晌说不出话来。原来黄州的菊花很特殊，到了秋天是会落瓣的，王安石当初让老苏来黄州，是有道理的。可贵的是，苏东坡认识到了自己的错误，于是开拓了一段有名的黄州时期。

         发现古人的有些事情还是满有趣的，做人要谦虚， 低调。

      前阵子参加了网上的大众汽车——“奥运绘”活动，也发动了很多xdjm为我投票，现在评选结果已经出来了，详情见下网址：

虽然榜上无名，但还是非常感谢大家对我的支持，偶的作品和获奖作品相比差距太大了，呵呵，不过重在参与嘛

 

               特此鸣谢

         偶实验室的同仁们

         花花实验室的同仁们

         丁丁实验室的同仁们

         旺仔lulu

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ps:省略号是为了不过多披露大家的隐私

最后贴一张偶的作品吧^_^

 

 

各位亲爱的XDJM们，小女子平生头一次参加一个网上绘图比赛，需要各位的投票，大家有钱出钱，有力出力，没钱没力也不要紧，帮着吆喝几声，小女子不胜感激，如有幸得到奖品，定摆他个几十桌，好好犒劳大家。

 

投票方法：

访问网站：http://2008.vw.com.cn/art_car/index.html

 

作品名称：乘风破浪

用户名：maggiezhang

车型：新甲克虫

颜色：蓝色

 

说的够清楚了吧，XDJM们，行动起来吧～～

"The Devil Wears Prada," a movie starring Meryl Streep in one of her most wickedly inspired comic performances, casts a knowing eye on the international couture business through the lens of its U.S. bible, Vogue magazine, and that publication's famously feared editor, Anna Wintour. Or ... no, that's not exactly right. Actually, the magazine is called Runway, and its editor, played by Streep, is named Miranda Priestly. This is because those are the names employed by author Lauren Weisberger in the bestselling 2003 novel on which the movie is based. Weisberger has been coyly insistent about denying that her book is modeled on Vogue or Wintour. But since she spent nearly a year working at Vogue as an assistant to Wintour, that assertion has generally been dismissed, especially in Fashionville, with a lip-licking smirk.

As in the book, the story concerns a young woman named Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway), a freshly minted college graduate who's moved to Manhattan to pursue a career as a journalist. The job market is ferociously competitive, as always, and she winds up at the editorial offices of Runway — an alternative universe peopled by impossibly willowy women clacking around the halls in gleaming designer high heels — to interview for a slave-level assistant position. This is a terrible idea: Andy knows nothing about fashion, has never read the magazine, and therefore has never heard of Miranda Priestly. She somehow gets hired, though, and soon learns.

Miranda's arrival at the office every morning is an occasion for gut-tightening panic among her employees. Tossing back her sleek, silver-gray hair as she exits the elevator, she sails through the door emitting an unending sigh of refined disappointment at everything and everyone in her orbit, lobbing little grenades of demand and desire at every staffer she passes: "Get me Isaac." "Where's that piece of paper I had in my hand yesterday?" "Get me that little table I like in that store on Madison." Requests for clarification are icily swatted away: "Please bore someone else with your questions."

Andy is completely at sea. Although any character played by Anne Hathaway must unavoidably be pretty in a fairly unimprovable way, around the Runway offices, Andy's a dog. For one thing, she's still wearing her sensible little skirts and sweaters from college; and she clearly hasn't yet made the leap to $200 haircuts. Her fellow workers are openly contemptuous. "Who is that sad little person?" asks Nigel (Stanley Tucci), the magazine's effete photo chief. "Are we doing a before-and-after piece I don't know about?" Andy's immediate superior, an intensely snooty English girl named Emily (Emily Blunt), is afraid that Andy's lack of fabulousness will somehow reflect badly on her — and possibly result in Miranda not taking her along to the big spring fashion shows in Paris. "If you lose Paris for me," she hisses, "I will search every Blimpie's in the tri-state area till I find you."

Andy never had a "weight problem" until she arrived at Runway, land of the stick-like glamazons. Nigel, taking pity, counsels her in terms of dress sizes. "Two is the new four," he says. "Zero is the new two." Andy tells him she's actually a size six. "Six," he says, "is the new fourteen." But he decides to come to her rescue, pulling together fabulous new outfits for her from the office wardrobe closet. Before long she's a full-fledged fashionista, resplendent in loan-out Chanel and Manolos and looking very little like the serious journalist she previously wanted to be. The boyfriend she lives with, Nate (Adrian Grenier), a chef in a downtown restaurant, can feel her slipping away from him. And indeed, when a slick, smarmy magazine writer named Christian (Simon Baker) starts hitting on her, Andy does feel the unaccustomed stirring of erotic temptation.

The movie captures New York in all of its media-lashed uproar, from the teeming streets and shops of SoHo to the money-thickets of Tribeca and the chic eateries of the Meat Packing District. And Paris in the spring, with its rain-slicked side streets and twinkling tree lights, has rarely looked so heart-swellingly gorgeous. But the most impressive natural wonder in the film is Streep's Miranda Priestly. She's a woman of bottomless self-absorption — the world at large is her backdrop, but otherwise not her concern. And she manages to impose her monumental ego on her frazzled underlings around the clock, even when she's out of town. (Calling in to the office from some faraway airport, she fumes about the fact that her flight has been canceled. "Some absurd weather problem," she says, as a hurricane batters the departure-lounge windows. "Call Donatella — get her jet.")

It would be easy to trash this abrasive character, but the director, David Frankel, a "Sex and the City" veteran, and the screenwriter, Aline Brosh McKenna, are too classy to take that tack. And in one scene, during a "Runway" staff meeting, they allow Miranda to state her own case, explaining to a skeptical Andy the actual utility of high fashion: how this season's unaffordable designer styles will be knocked off into next season's high-end retail offerings, and will then blossom democratically the following season in shopping malls across the country. "In fact," she says, taking in Andy's humble collegiate cardigan, "you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room."

Meryl Streep has been nominated for 13 Academy Awards over the course of her extraordinary career (she won twice, for "Kramer vs. Kramer" and "Sophie's Choice"), and she'll certainly get another Academy nod for her performance in this picture. Like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith in Britain, she's a national theatrical treasure, and there are few more pleasurable movie-going events than the arrival of another film in which she so delectably demonstrates why.

这两天电视台重播《天国的嫁衣》，断断续续看了几集，感觉现在的台湾偶像剧无论是音乐，还是拍摄手法，都有明显抄袭韩剧的痕迹。总的来说，这部剧集男主角还可以，女主角么就差了点（喜欢王心凌的不要打我啊），还好最后Angela出来撑了撑场面。结局拍的还不错，标准的韩式结尾方式。

Just a test, pls click the following link, see where you will find romance?

 

 

Good luck~~

昨天班级搞活动，去佘山烧烤。大概很久没有运动了，100米也不到的山就把我累的够呛，再加上2个多小时烟熏烧烤，直接导致后来玩不动了，想当年到庐山爬一下午的山也没觉得什么，唉，老啦～。由于我们的水平不到家，烧烤的结果就是吃现成的面包和火腿肠，大堆的牛肉、鸡肉和猪肉被我们当作了实验品，真是浪费啊，在此要向那么多无辜牺牲的动物致以诚挚的歉意，立正，敬礼！

不过第一次和研究生同学出去玩还是很开心地，发现了很多同学都身怀绝技。唯一的遗憾就是太近了，希望下次可以走的再远一点