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李小龙
李小龙，伟大的武术技击家，世界武功片**表演家，截拳道的创始人。
原名：李振藩
英文名：布鲁士(Bruce Lee)
乳名:细凤
藉贯: 中国广东顺德
生于：1940年11月27日 (星期三) 9:15pm
卒于：1973年 7月20日 (享年32岁)
生肖：龙
出生地:美国旧金山(三藩市积臣街医院)
近视:600度
身高:5尺7寸(171米)
体重:140磅
肄业于香港喇沙书院
1961年赴美国西雅图华盛顿州立大学攻读哲学及心理学
7岁从影，13岁习武
入门功夫：咏春拳
父亲：父亲:李海泉(李满船)(粤剧名丑)
母亲：何金棠（欧亚混血）
师父:叶问(咏春宗师)
姊姊:亚葛蕾丝、费芙
哥哥:彼得(忠探)
弟弟:罗勃特
太太：莲达．爱美莉(Linda)
儿子：李国豪（拍摄**中意外丧生）
女儿：李香凝（从影）
李小龙有一兄、一弟、两姐
李小龙安息于美国西雅图湖景墓地，由儿子李国豪陪伴。
所拍**和电视剧:金门女(1940)，富贵浮云(1948)，梦里西施(1949)，细路祥(1950)，凌霄孤雁(1950)，人之初(1951)，苦海明灯(1953)，母泪(1953)，父之过(1953)，千万人家(1953)，危楼春晓(1953)，爱(上集)(1955)，爱(下集)(1955)，孤星血泪(1955)，守得云开见月明(1955)，孤儿行=苦命女(1955)，儿女债(1955)，许癫纳福(1955)，早知当初我唔嫁(1956)，雷雨(1957)，甜姐儿(1957)，人海孤鸿(1959)，唐山大兄(1971)，精武门(1972)，猛龙过江(1972)，龙争虎斗(1973)，死亡游戏(1978)，盲人追凶，打击恶魔党，可爱的女孩， 布朗蒂，青锋侠等。
害怕的东西:水
嗜好:阅读(武术+哲学)(藏书多达2500本)，周街聊人打架跳Cha Cha，练武
最强拳击冲力:大约350多磅(美国前任世界重量级拳王阿里，身高190公分，体重220磅，一拳劲度是400磅，拳王泰臣体重200多磅，一拳劲度是500磅，但李小龙身高171公分，体重140磅，一拳劲度是350多磅!!拳劲比体重=两倍多些!!!强!)
关于李小龙
李小龙生于美国三藩市，他的童年和少年是在香港度过的。
李小龙幼时身体非常瘦弱。他父亲为了儿子的体魄强壮，在他7岁时便教其练习太极拳。李小龙在13岁时跟随名师叶问系统地学习了咏春拳，并在家中设一座木桩，每天对着木桩勤练不辍。此外，他还练过洪拳、白鹤拳、谭腿、少林拳、戳脚等拳种，为后来自创截拳道打下了坚实的基础。
为了提高技击水平，李小龙除了勤习中国拳术外，还研究西洋拳的拳法，他一边参加西洋拳训练班，一边节省零用钱购买世界拳王路易士的拳击赛纪录片，从中学习拳王的步法、身法、拳法和训练方法；他还经常参加校内外的拳击比赛，不断丰富实战经验。赴美深造自创截拳道
李小龙在家庭的告诫下，18岁那年决定离开香港到美国留学。
李小龙在西雅图的生活相当艰苦，进入大学就读以后，他除了学习外，把精力都放在研习武术上。他在学校里组织了一支“中国功夫队”，经常在校园里进行训练和表演，博得了师生们的好评。
1964年，美国在加利福尼亚州举行全美空手道比赛，当时年仅24岁的李小龙横扫所有选手取得了桂冠。
李小龙经过精益求精的潜修苦练，使功夫逐渐娴熟乃至达到更高的境界。其中的“李三脚”、“寸拳”和“勾漏手”更是他的绝招。
李小龙是个多面手，除了精通各种拳术外，还擅长长棍、短棍和二节棍等各种器械，并研习气功和硬功。
李小龙为了宣扬中华武术，在大学2年级期间，租了校园的一个停车场角落，挂起了“振藩国术馆”的牌子。他边教边练，刻苦磨炼，技术大有长进，尤以腿功造诣更为精深。
在振藩国术馆里，他认识了来学武术的医学院女学生莲达，经过一年多的交往，他们渐渐产生了感情，在1964年8月，他俩正式结婚。婚后，李小龙夫妇双双辍学，合力经营武术馆。
自从李小龙在佛罗里达州唐人街赤手空拳制服4个持刀歹徒，勇救华人少女的消息在报纸上刊登之后，李小龙的名字便传遍了美国，佛罗里达州等电视台也请他表演腿法，中国功夫引起人们的重视。而他创办的振藩国术馆也逐渐兴旺起来了。为了扩大影响，李小龙经常到各处参加武术比赛，并先后在西雅图、奥克兰、洛杉矶等地开设武术分馆授徒。国术馆的规模和设备不断完善，世界上许多显赫的武打明星如美国空手道冠军罗礼士等都争着拜他为师，好莱坞的著名**明星如占士亨宾和史提夫都是他的门徒。世界拳王阿里也曾登门拜访，与他交流经验。美国国内各流派的拳师经常聚集在李小龙的武馆切磋武艺，他的“以武会友”的宗旨收到了预期的效果。涉足**界功夫震全球
20世纪70年代初，一股中国功夫影片的狂潮席卷着世界。李小龙这个响亮的名字震撼全球。
1971年夏季，李小龙接受香港嘉乐**公司的邀请，拍成一部以中国武术为题材的《唐山大兄》。该片创下了香港开埠以来的**最高票房纪录，达到300万港元。
继《唐山大兄》之后，李小龙又拍摄了《精武门》，引起更大的轰动。李小龙在片中的大无畏精神和惊人的打斗技巧，特别是他表演中的“李三脚”和“地躺拳”，令人赞不绝口。
此后，李小龙又自组协和**公司，自编、自导、自演了影片《猛龙过江》和《死亡游戏》，还与美国华纳**公司联合拍摄了《龙争虎斗》，并亲自担任了主角。
正当李小龙雄心勃勃，大展宏图，准备继续拍完《死亡游戏》的时候，由于药物过敏，1973年7月20日突然在香港逝世，享年才33岁。
李小龙由于在武术和**等方面有卓越的贡献，他先后在1972年和1973年两度被国际权威武术杂志《黑带》评为世界七大武术家之一。1972年还被香港评为十大明星之一。美国报刊把他誉为“功夫之王”，日本人称他为“ 武之圣者”，香港报纸赞誉他为“当代中国武术及**史上的奇才”。在美国、日本、英国、香港、台湾等国家或地区同时出版了纪念李小龙的多种多样的杂志和特刊，都称他为“发扬中国武术最有成效的人。”
李小龙的一生是短暂的，但却如同一颗耀眼的彗星划过国际武坛的上空，对现代技击术和**表演艺术的发展作出了巨大的贡献。他主演的功夫片风行海外，中国功夫也随之闻名于世界。许多外文字典和词典里都出现了一个新词：“功夫”(Kung fu)。在不少外国人心目中的功夫就是中国武术，李小龙也成了功夫的化身。许多国外武林高手、空手道拳师，泰拳大师看过李小龙主演的功夫片后都承认：“李小龙确有真功夫。”确实，还很少有一位东方武术家能像李小龙一样突破国家、种族的领域，并且在死后声威依然不减。
龙之档案
李小龙，伟大的武术技击家，世界武功片**表演家，截拳道的创始人。
原名：李振藩
英文名：Bruce Lee
原藉：广东顺德
生于：1940年11月27日
卒于：1973年7月20日
生肖：龙
肄业于香港喇沙书院
7岁从影，13岁习武
入门功夫：咏春拳
父亲：李海泉(粤剧名丑)
母亲：何金棠(欧亚混血)
太太：莲达
儿子：李国豪(拍摄**中意外丧生)
女儿：李香凝(从影)
李小龙有一兄、一弟、两姐
李小龙安息于美国西雅图湖景墓地，由儿子李国豪陪伴。
五大名作：
《唐山大兄》(1971年)
《精武门》(1972年)
《猛龙过江》(1972年)
《龙争虎斗》(1973年)
《死亡游戏》(1973年)少年时期的李小龙
李小龙生于美国三藩市，他的童年和少年是在香港度过的。李小龙幼时身体非常瘦弱。他父亲为了儿子的体魄强壮，在他7岁时便教其练习太极拳。李小龙在13岁时跟随名师叶问系统地学习了咏春拳，并在家中设一座木桩，每天对着木桩勤练不辍。此外，他还练过洪拳、白鹤拳、谭腿、少林拳、戳脚等拳种，为后来自创截拳道打下了坚实的基础。
为了提高技击水平，李小龙除了勤习中国拳术外，还研究西洋拳的拳法，他一边参加西洋拳训练班，一边节省零用钱购买世界拳王路易士的拳击赛纪录片，从中学习拳王的步法、身法、拳法和训练方法；他还经常参加校内外的拳击比赛，不断丰富实战经验。赴美深造自创截拳道
李小龙在家庭的告诫下，18岁那年决定离开香港到美国留学。
李小龙在西雅图的生活相当艰苦，进入大学就读以后，他除了学习外，把精力都放在研习武术上。他在学校里组织了一支“中国功夫队”，经常在校园里进行训练和表演，博得了师生们的好评。
1964年，美国在加利福尼亚州举行全美空手道比赛，当时年仅24岁的李小龙横扫所有选手取得了桂冠。
李小龙经过精益求精的潜修苦练，使功夫逐渐娴熟乃至达到更高的境界。其中的“李三脚”、“寸拳”和“勾漏手”更是他的绝招。
李小龙是个多面手，除了精通各种拳术外，还擅长长棍、短棍和二节棍等各种器械，并研习气功和硬功。
李小龙从实战出发，以中国武术为基础，吸收西洋拳、空手道、跆拳道、泰国拳等技击术的优点和特长，总结多年的经验自创了一种拳术---截拳道。设馆广授徒宣扬真功夫
李小龙为了宣扬中华武术，在大学2年级期间，租了校园的一个停车场角落，挂起了“振藩国术馆”的牌子。他边教边练，刻苦磨炼，技术大有长进，尤以腿功造诣更为精深。
在振藩国术馆里，他认识了来学武术的医学院女学生莲达，经过一年多的交往，他们渐渐产生了感情，在1964年8月，他俩正式结婚。婚后，李小龙夫妇双双辍学，合力经营武术馆。
自从李小龙在佛罗里达州唐人街赤手空拳制服4个持刀歹徒，勇救华人少女的消息在报纸上刊登之后，李小龙的名字便传遍了美国，佛罗里达州等电视台也请他表演腿法，中国功夫引起人们的重视。而他创办的振藩国术馆也逐渐兴旺起来了。为了扩大影响，李小龙经常到各处参加武术比赛，并先后在西雅图、奥克兰、洛杉矶等地开设武术分馆授徒。国术馆的规模和设备不断完善，世界上许多显赫的武打明星如美国空手道冠军罗礼士等都争着拜他为师，好莱坞的著名**明星如占士亨宾和史提夫都是他的门徒。世界拳王阿里也曾登门拜访，与他交流经验。美国国内各流派的拳师经常聚集在李小龙的武馆切磋武艺，他的“以武会友”的宗旨收到了预期的效果。涉足**界功夫震全球
20世纪70年代初，一股中国功夫影片的狂潮席卷着世界。李小龙这个响亮的名字震撼全球。
1971年夏季，李小龙接受香港嘉乐**公司的邀请，拍成一部以中国武术为题材的《唐山大兄》。该片创下了香港开埠以来的**最高票房纪录，达到300万港元。
继《唐山大兄》之后，李小龙又拍摄了《精武门》，引起更大的轰动。李小龙在片中的大无畏精神和惊人的打斗技巧，特别是他表演中的“李三脚”和“地躺拳”，令人赞不绝口。此后，李小龙又自组协和**公司，自编、自导、自演了影片《猛龙过江》和《死亡游戏》，还与美国华纳**公司联合拍摄了《龙争虎斗》，并亲自担任了主角。英年突夭折龙威仍未减
正当李小龙雄心勃勃，大展宏图，准备继续拍完《死亡游戏》的时候，由于药物过敏，1973年7月20日突然在香港逝世，享年才33岁
李小龙由于在武术和**等方面有卓越的贡献，他先后在1972年和1973年两度被国际权威武术杂志《黑带》评为世界七大武术家之一。1972年还被香港评为十大明星之一。美国报刊把他誉为“功夫之王”，日本人称他为“武之圣者”，香港报纸赞誉他为“当代中国武术及**史上的奇才”。在美国、日本、英国、香港、台湾等国家或地区同时出版了纪念李小龙的多种多样的杂志和特刊，都称他为“发扬中国武术最有成效的人。”
李小龙多才多艺，亦文亦武。他每当练功之余，埋头研究武术理论与训练方法。他逝世前留下了七大本学武笔记和六本著作手稿：《截拳道》、《截拳道研究》、《功夫记录》、《二节棍法》、《布鲁斯-李拳术图解》(英文版)和《布鲁斯-李武打技法》(英文版)。世界各国技击杂志仍在不断地研究、介绍他的武功，世界各地的武术爱好者依然崇拜他。当回顾作为一位中华武术传人的李小龙一生时，人们将永远怀念他那颗热爱中华民族、振奋中华民族精神，渴望中华民族强盛的赤诚之心。
Siam Shade ：Triptych
Sammy ：FATAL DUEL
within temptation ： see who i am
within temptation ： the truth beneath the rose
Linkin Park ：papercut
Jay-Z & Linkin Park ： Numb
Linkin Park ： Faint
NARUTO ： the raising fighting spirit
NARUTO ：strong and strike
sum41 ： no reason
Fort Minor ： remember the name
Dreamtale ： the Dawn
Yellowcard ： fighting
Yellowcard ：Date Line
Yellowcard ： street predator
Yellowcard ： never say whahs
Nightwish ： Master Passion Greed
Nightwish ： SAHARA
Nightwish ： Amaranth
Nightwish ： dark chest of wonders
Nightwish ： 7 days to the wolves
Nightwish ： The Poet And The Pendulum
nightwish：Whoever brings the night
nightwish：Dark Chest of Wonders
Dragon Force ： Through The Fire and The Flame （游戏风云羊驼乐队表演歌曲）
Sugarcult：Memory
Papa Roach：Done With You
One in a million
Who said
bigger than us
butterfly fly away
the climb
rock star
you and me together
you'll always find your way back home
let's get crazy
the good life
don't walk away
Rhapsody ：Emerald Sword
Rhapsody ：Holy Thunderforce
fripSide ：only my railgun
Metallica：Wherever I May roam Metallica : All Nightmare Long
Metallica：Mercyful Fate
Edguy：Superheroes
Garbage：Why Do You Love Me
this is love this is life- BON JOVI
The Lovely Bones
by
Alice Sebold
Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a penguin wearing a red and white striped scarf When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him When I told my father this, he said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life He's trapped in a perfect world"
ONE
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973 In newspaper photos of missing girls from the seventies, most looked like me: white girls with mousy brown hair This was before kids of all races and genders started appearing on milk cartons or in the daily mail It was still back when people believed things like that didn't happen
In my junior high yearbook I had a quote from a Spanish poet my sister
had turned me on to, Juan Ramon Jimenez It went like this: "If they
give you ruled paper, write the other way" I chose it both because it
expressed my contempt for my structured surroundings a la the classroom
and because, not being some dopey quote from a rock group, I thought it
marked me as literary I was a member of the Chess Club and Chem Club
and burned everything I tried to make in Mrs Delminico's home ec class
My favorite teacher was Mr Botte, who taught biology and liked to
animate the frogs and crawfish we had to dissect by making them dance in
their waxed pans
I wasn't killed by Mr Botte, by the way Don't think every person
you're going to meet in here is suspect That's the problem You never
know Mr Botte came to my memorial (fas), may I add, as did almost the
entire junior high school (I was never so popular) and cried quite a
bit He had a sick kid We all knew this, so when he laughed at his own
jokes, which were rusty way before I had him, we laughed too, forcing it
sometimes just to make him happy His daughter died a year and a half
after I did She had leukemia, but I never saw her in my heaven
My murderer was a man from our neighborhood My mother liked his
border flowers, and my father talked to him once about fertilizer My
murderer believed in old-fashioned things like eggshells and coffee
grounds, which he said his own mother had used My father came home
smiling, making jokes about how the man's garden might be beautiful but
it would stink to high heaven once a heat wave hit
But on December 6, 1973, it was snowing, and I took a shortcut through
the cornfield back from the junior high It was dark out because the
days were shorter in winter, and I remember how the broken cornstalks
made my walk more difficult The snow was falling lightly, like a flurry
of small hands, and I was breathing through my nose until it was running
so much that I had to open my mouth Six feet from where Mr Harvey
stood, I stuck my tongue out to taste a snowflake
"Don't let me startle you," Mr Harvey said
Of course, in a cornfield, in the dark, I was startled After I was
dead I thought about how there had been the light scent of cologne in
the air but that I had not been paying attention, or thought it was
coming from one of the houses up ahead
"Mr Harvey, "I said
"You're the older Salmon girl, right"
"Yes"
"How are your folks"
Although the eldest in my family and good at acing a science quiz, I
had never felt comfortable with adults
"Fine," I said I was cold, but the natural authority of his age, and
the added fact that he was a neighbor and had talked to my father about
fertilizer, rooted me to the spot
"I've built something back here," he said "Would you like to see”
"I'm sort of cold, Mr Harvey," I said, "and my mom likes me
home before dark"
"Its after dark, Susie," he said
I wish now that I had known this was weird I had never told him my
name I guess I thought my father had told him one of the embarrassing
anecdotes he saw merely as loving testaments to his children My father
was the kind of dad who kept a nude photo of you when you were three in
the downstairs bathroom, the one that guests would use He did this to
my little sister, Lindsey, thank God At least I was spared that
indignity But he liked to tell a story about how, once Lindsey was
born, I was so jealous that one day while he was on the phone in the
other room, I moved down the couch - he could see me from where he stood
- and tried to pee on top of Lindsey in her carrier This story
humiliated me every time he told it, to the pastor of our church, to our
neighbor Mrs Stead, who was a therapist and whose take on it he wanted
to hear, and to everyone who ever said "Susie has a lot of spunk!"
"Spunk!" my father would say "Let me tell you about spunk," and he
would launch immediately into his Susie-peed-on-Lindsey story
But as it turned out, my father had not mentioned us to Mr Harvey or
told him the Susie-peed-on-Lindsey story
Mr Harvey would later say these words to my mother when he ran into her
on the street: "I heard about the horrible, horrible tragedy What was
your daughter's name, again"
"Susie," my mother said, bracing up under the weight of it, a weight
that she naively hoped might lighten someday, not knowing that it would
only go on to hurt in new and varied ways for the rest of her life
Mr Harvey told her the usual: "I hope they get the bastard I'm sorry
for your loss"
I was in my heaven by that time, fitting my limbs together, and
couldn't believe his audacity "The man has no shame," I said to Franny,
my intake counselor "Exactly," she said, and made her point as simply
as that There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven
Mr Harvey said it would only take a minute, so I followed him a
little farther into the cornfield, where fewer stalks were broken off
because no one used it as a shortcut to the junior high My mom had told
my baby brother, Buckley, that the corn in the field was inedible when
he asked why no one from the neighborhood ate it "The corn is for
horses, not humans," she said "Not dogs" Buckley asked "No," my
mother answered "Not dinosaurs" Buckley asked And it went like that
"I've made a little hiding place," said Mr Harvey
He stopped and turned to me
"I don't see anything," I said I was aware that Mr Harvey was
looking at me strangely I'd had older men look at me that way since I'd
lost my baby fat, but they usually didn't lose their marbles over me
when I was wearing my royal blue parka and yellow elephant bell-bottoms
His glasses were small and round with gold frames, and his eyes looked
out over them and at me
"You should be more observant, Susie," he said
I felt like observing my way out of there, but I didn't Why didn't I
Franny said these questions were fruitless: "You didn't and that's that
Don't mull it over It does no good You're dead and you have to accept
it"
"Try again," Mr Harvey said, and he squatted down and knocked against
the ground
"What's that” I asked
My ears were freezing I wouldn't wear the multicolored cap with the
pompom and jingle bells that my mother had made me one Christmas I had
shoved it in the pocket of my parka instead
I remember that I went over and stomped on the ground near him It
felt harder even than frozen earth, which was pretty hard
"It's wood," Mr Harvey said "It keeps the entrance from collapsing
Other than that it's all made out of earth"
"What is it" I asked I was no longer cold or weirded out by the look
he had given me I was like I was in science class: I was curious
"Come and see,"
It was awkward to get into, that much he admitted once we were both
inside the hole But I was so amazed by how he had made a chimney that
would draw smoke out if he ever chose to build a fire that the
awkwardness of getting in and out of the hole wasn't even on my mind
You could add to that that escape wasn't a concept I had any real
experience with The worst I'd had to escape was Artie, a strangelooking
kid at school whose father was a mortician He liked to pretend
he was carrying a needle full of embalming fluid around with him On his
notebooks he would draw needles spilling dark drips
"This is neato!" I said to Mr Harvey He could have been the
hunchback of Notre Dame, whom we had read about in French class I
didn't care I completely reverted I was my brother Buckley on our daytrip
to the Museum of Natural History in New York, where he'd fallen in
love with the huge skeletons on display I hadn't used the word neato in
public since elementary school
"Like taking candy from a baby," Franny said
I can still see the hole like it was yesterday, and it was Life is a
perpetual yesterday for us It was the size of a small room, the mud
room in our house, say, where we kept our boots and slickers and where
Mom had managed to fit a washer and dryer, one on top of the other I
could almost stand up in it, but Mr Harvey had to stoop He'd created a
bench along the sides of it by the way he'd dug it out He immediately
sat down
"Look around," he said
I stared at it in amazement, the dug-out shelf above him where he had
placed matches, a row of batteries, and a battery-powered fluorescent
lamp that cast the only light in the room, an eerie light that would
make his features hard to see when he was on top of me
There was a mirror on the shelf, and a razor and shaving cream I
thought that was odd Wouldn't he do that at home But I guess I figured
that a man who had a perfectly good split-level and then built an
underground room only half a mile away had to be kind of loo-loo My
father had a nice way of describing people like him: "The man's a
character, that's all"
So I guess I was thinking that Mr Harvey was a character, and I liked
the room, and it was warm, and I wanted to know how he had built it,
what the mechanics of the thing were and where he'd learned to do
something like that
But by the time the Gilberts' dog found my elbow three days later and
brought it home with a telling corn husk attached to it, Mr Harvey had
closed it up I was in transit during this I didn't get to see him
sweat it out, remove the wood reinforcement, bag any evidence along with
my body parts, except that elbow By the time I popped up with enough
wherewithal to look down at the goings-on on Earth, I was more concerned
with my family than anything else
My mother sat on a hard chair by the front door with her mouth open
Her pale face paler than I had ever seen it Her blue eyes staring My
father was driven into motion He wanted to know details and to comb the
cornfield along with the cops I still thank God for a small detective
named Len Fenerman He assigned two uniforms to take my dad into town
and have him point out all the places I'd hung out with my friends The
uniforms kept my dad busy in one mall for the whole first day No one
had told Lindsey, who was thirteen and would have been old enough, or
Buckley, who was four and would, to be honest, never fully understand
Mr Harvey asked me if I would like a refreshment That was how he put
it I said I had to go home
"Be polite and have a Coke," he said I’m sure the other kids would"
"What other kids"
"I built this for the kids in the neighborhood I thought it could be
some sort of clubhouse"
I don't think I believed this even then I thought he was lying but I
thought it was a pitiful lie I imagined he was lonely We had read
about men like him in health class Men who never married and ate frozen
meals every night and were so afraid of rejection that they didn't even
own pets I felt sorry for him
"Okay," I said, "I'll have a Coke"
In a little while he said, "Aren't you warm, Susie Why don't you take
off your parka,"
I did
After this he said, "You're very pretty, Susie"
"Thanks," I said, even though he gave me what my friend Clarissa and I
had dubbed the skeevies
"Do you have a boyfriend"
"No, Mr Harvey," I said I swallowed the rest of my Coke, which was a
lot, and said, "I got to go, Mr Harvey This is a cool place, but I
have to go"
He stood up and did his hunchback number by the six dug-in steps that
led to the world "I don't know why you think you're leaving"
I talked so that I would not have to take in this knowledge: Mr
Harvey was no character He made me feel skeevy and icky now that he was
blocking the door
"Mr Harvey, I really have to get home"
"Take off your clothes"
"What"
"Take your clothes off," Mr Harvey said "I want to check that you're
still a virgin"
"I am, Mr Harvey," T said
"I want to make sure Your parents will thank me"
"My parents"
"They only want good girls," he said
"Mr Harvey," I said, "please let me leave"
"You aren't leaving, Susie You're mine now"
Fitness was not a big thing back then; aerobics was barely a word
Girls were supposed to be soft, and only the girls we suspected were
butch could climb the ropes at school
I fought hard I fought as hard as I could not to let Mr Harvey hurt
me, but my hard-as-I-could was not hard enough, not even close, and I
was soon lying down on the ground, in the ground, with him on top of me
panting and sweating, having lost his glasses in the struggle
I was so alive then I thought it was the worst thing in the world to
be lying flat on my back with a sweating man on top of me To be trapped
inside the earth and have no one know where I was
I thought of my mother
My mother would be checking the dial of the clock on her oven It was
a new oven and she loved that it had a clock on it "I can time things
to the minute," she told her own mother, a mother who couldn't care less
about ovens
She would be worried, but more angry than worried, at my lateness As my
father pulled into the garage, she would rush about, fixing him a
cocktail, a dry sherry, and put on an exasperated face: "You know junior
high," she would say "Maybe it's Spring Fling" "Abigail," my father
would say, "how can it be Spring Fling when it's snowing" Having failed
with this, my mother might rush Buckley into the room and say, "Play
with your father” while she ducked into the kitchen and took a nip of
sherry for herself
Mr Harvey started to press his lips against mine They were blubbery
and wet and I wanted to scream but I was too afraid and too exhausted
from the fight I had been kissed once by someone I liked His name was
Ray and he was Indian He had an accent and was dark I wasn't supposed
to like him Clarissa called his large eyes, with their half-closed
lids, "freak-a-delic," but he was nice and smart and helped me cheat on
my algebra exam while pretending he hadn't He kissed me by my locker
the day before we turned in our photos for the yearbook When the
yearbook came out at the end of the summer, I saw that under his picture
he had answered the standard "My heart belongs to" with "Susie Salmon"
I guess he had had plans I remember that his lips were chapped
"Don't, Mr Harvey," I managed, and I kept saying that one word a lot
Don't And I said please a lot too Franny told me that almost everyone
begged "please" before dying
"I want you, Susie," he said
"Please," I said "Don't," I said Sometimes I combined them "Please
don't" or "Don't please" It was like insisting that a key works when it
doesn't or yelling "I've got it, I've got it, I've got it" as a softball
goes sailing over you into the stands
"Please don't"
But he grew tired of hearing me plead He reached into the pocket of
my parka and balled up the hat my mother had made me, smashing it into
my mouth The only sound I made after that was the weak tinkling of
bells
As he kissed his wet lips down my face and neck and then began to
shove his hands up under my shirt, I wept I began to leave my body; I
began to inhabit the air and the silence I wept and struggled so I
would not feel He ripped open my pants, not having found the invisible
zipper my mother had artfully sewn into their side
"Big white panties," he said
I felt huge and bloated I felt like a sea in which he stood and
pissed and shat I felt the corners of my body were turning in on
themselves and out, like in cats cradle, which I played with Lindsey
just to make her happy He started working himself over me
"Susie! Susie!" I heard my mother calling "Dinner is ready"
He was inside me He was grunting
"We're having string beans and lamb"
I was the mortar, he was the pestle
"Your brother has a new finger painting, and I made apple crumb cake"
"Why don't you get up" Mr Harvey said as he rolled to the side and
then crouched over me,
His voice was gentle, encouraging, a lover's voice on a late morning
A suggestion, not a command
I could not move I could not get up
When I would not - was it only that, only that I would not follow his
suggestion-he leaned to the side and felt, over his head, across the
ledge where his razor and shaving cream sat He brought back a knife
Unsheathed, it smiled at me, curving up in a grin
He took the hat from my mouth
"Tell me you love me," he said
Gently, I did
The end came anyway
Mr Harvey made me lie still underneath him and listen to the beating of
his heart and the beating of mine How mine skipped like a rabbit, and
how his thudded, a hammer against cloth We lay there with our bodies
touching, and, as I shook, a powerful knowledge took hold He had done
this thing to me and I had lived That was all I was still breathing I
heard his heart I smelled his breath The dark earth surrounding us
smelled like what it was, moist dirt where worms and animals lived their
daily lives I could have yelled for hours
I knew he was going to kill me I did not realize then that I was an
animal already dying
1鬼剑士
GHOST
KNIGHT
剑魂
WeaponMaster
觉醒：剑圣
Blademaster
狂战士
Berserker
觉醒：狱血魔神
Hellbenter
鬼泣
SoulBringer
觉醒：弑魂
Soultaker
阿修罗
Asura
觉醒：大暗黑天
Large
Dark
days
2格斗家
Fighter
气功师
NenMaster
觉醒：百花缭乱
Flowers
filled
街霸
StreetFighter
觉醒：毒王
Poison
Mastery
柔道家
Grappler
觉醒：暴风眼
Tornado
散打
Striker
觉醒：武神
Champion
3神枪手
Gunner
漫游枪手
Ranger
觉醒：枪神
Desperado
枪炮师
Launcher
觉醒：狂暴者
Blaster
机械师
Mechanic
觉醒：机械战神
Meister
弹药专家
SpitFire
觉醒：大将军
General
4魔法师
Magiciant
元素师
ElementalMaster
觉醒：大魔导师
Archmage
召唤师
Summoner
觉醒：月之女皇
Moon
Empress
战斗法师
BattleMage
觉醒：贝蒂娜斗神
Bellatrix
魔道学者
Witch
觉醒：炼金大师
Alchemist
5圣职者
Priest
圣骑士
Crusader
目前无觉醒
蓝拳圣使
Infighter
无觉醒
驱魔师
Exorcist
无觉醒
复仇者
Avenger
1鬼剑士
GHOST
KNIGHT
剑魂
WeaponMaster
觉醒：剑圣
Blademaster
狂战士
Berserker
觉醒：狱血魔神
Hellbenter
鬼泣
SoulBringer
觉醒：弑魂
Soultaker
阿修罗
Asura
觉醒：大暗黑天
Large
Dark
days
2格斗家
Fighter
气功师
NenMaster
觉醒：百花缭乱
Flowers
filled
街霸
StreetFighter
觉醒：毒王
Poison
Mastery
柔道家
Grappler
觉醒：暴风眼
Tornado
散打
Striker
觉醒：武神
Champion
3神枪手
Gunner
漫游枪手
Ranger
觉醒：枪神
Desperado
枪炮师
Launcher
觉醒：狂暴者
Blaster
机械师
Mechanic
觉醒：机械战神
Meister
弹药专家
SpitFire
觉醒：大将军
General
4魔法师
Magiciant
元素师
ElementalMaster
觉醒：大魔导师
Archmage
召唤师
Summoner
觉醒：月之女皇
Moon
Empress
战斗法师
BattleMage
觉醒：贝蒂娜斗神
Bellatrix
魔道学者
Witch
觉醒：炼金大师
Alchemist
5圣职者
Priest
圣骑士
Crusader
天启者
Holyorder
蓝拳圣使
Infighter
无觉醒
驱魔师
Exorcist
无觉醒
复仇者
Avenger
1鬼剑士
GHOST
KNIGHT
剑魂
WeaponMaster
觉醒：剑圣
Blademaster
狂战士
Berserker
觉醒：狱血魔神
Hellbenter
鬼泣
SoulBringer
觉醒：弑魂
Soultaker
阿修罗
Asura
觉醒：大暗黑天
Large
Dark
days
至于暗夜使者，官网的第八章暗夜降临，写的是thief
coming，也就是说国服虽然取了暗夜使者这个名字，但是英文还是采用韩国原来的--盗贼。
刺客和死灵的英文以及各职业韩文翻译不清楚。
