最后的呼吸的台词聚集200句

爱迪生最后的呼吸美文

Ford grew up on a rural un-electrified farm, and as a young man he followed Edison’s meteoric career as the inventor rose to become a national icon.1 Edison was Ford’s role model and as a young man Ford took a job at the Edison Illuminating Company working his way up to chief engineer.

In 1896 Ford was thirty-three and, though still working for Edison Co., had created his first experimental automobile the Ford Quadricycle2 during his off-time. At an Edison company party in New York Ford had his first chance to meet his hero Edison, and even able to explain his new automobile to the prolific3 inventor. Edison was impressed. Edison is said to have slammed his fist down and shouted “Young man, that’s the thing! You have it! Your car is self-contained and carries its own power plant.”4 Edison himself had been working on the idea, but had only been considering electricity as the power source, so the idea of a gas engine was a new and somewhat novel5 one.

The words comforted Ford tremendously, who immediately set out building a second prototype which was to become the Model-T.6 The two men became fast friends and would go on camping trips together along with naturalist John Burroughs, botanist Luther Burbank, creator of the Russet Burbank Potato, Harvey Firestone of Firestone tires and occasionally, President Harding.7

When Edison became confined to a wheelchair, Ford brought an extra one to his estate so they could race.8 At a commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the lightbulb, Ford honored Edison.9 When Edison spoke he ended his speech directed at Ford: “As to Henry Ford, words are inadequate10 to express my feelings. I can only say that in the fullest meaning of the term, he is my friend.” Therefore it is no surprise that Ford wanted something to remember Edison by after he passed away11 in 1931.

As the legend goes, Ford asked Thomas Edison’s son Charles to sit by the dying inventor’s bedside and hold a test tube12 next to his father’s mouth to catch his final breath. Ford was a man with many eccentricities (as was Edison) including some interest in reanimation and spiritualism,13 and some say that he was attempting to capture Edison’s soul as it escaped his body in hopes of later reanimating the inventor.

The truth of the story is somewhat less intense but bears a fairly close resemblance14 to the legend. While by no means15 did Charles hold up a test tube to Edison’s lips as he lay dying, there were indeed a series of eight test tubes very nearby his bed. In the words of his son Charles:

“Though he is mainly remembered for his work in electrical fields, his real love was chemistry. It is not strange, but symbolic, that those test tubes were close to him at the end. Immediately after his passing I asked Dr. Hubert S. Howe, his attending physician, to seal them with paraffin.16 He did. Later I gave one of them to Mr. Ford.”

The test tube itself didn’t turn up until 1950 when it was cataloged in the Ford estate after Clara Ford’s passing, and then promptly lost again until 1978 when it was discovered, “in its cardboard mailing tube along with the hat and shoes under one of the display cases in an exhibit entitled, ‘Henry Ford—A Personal History’ in the Henry Ford Museum.”17 It would then be discovered that the tube was labeled “Edison’s Last Breath?”

There is a further mystery and irony of this ‘last breath’ test tube. It would seem as if Edison had quite a last breath indeed, as the Edison Estate holds a collection of 42 test tubes all supposedly containing Edison’s last breath.

Regardless of the hoopla18 over the last breath, the test tube is quite touching in its meaning. Although both men were known for all sorts of poor behavior towards their loved ones and mistreatment of employees, between them at least, there was clearly a profound mutual respect and admiration. The test tube stands as a last gift of friendship, memory and inspiration from one inventor to another.

夜的呼吸美文

夜深了，独剩我还在阳台上，端着一杯早已凉的咖啡

夜是静的，隐隐可听见远处偶尔一啸的鸣笛

这夜的甜睡是他们的，不是我的

独自伫立的夜，只觉得这些都很熟悉

仿佛前世已有，如此这般一弯昏月，几点残星和一个不眠人

夜的寒气如凉水般划过肌肤，弥漫开去，袭着夜独有的清香

这清香是独特的，它丝丝沁入心脾，汇成涓水，如手指滑过冰凉的'琴键

只那么一滑，便与你的心情有了共鸣

淡淡的夜雾如淡淡的心情，朦胧了路灯也朦胧了眼睛

咖啡早已凉了，端着它仿佛是触着灼热生命冷却后的永恒

如果，此时有大提琴的声音远远地飘来，这夜该有多完美

深沉而舒缓的大提，就象在午夜讲述着一个男人的过去

是一网子红尘的故事，娓娓而道

月光下映衬的是恬然，隐藏的是激扬处的浅笑

忧伤时瞬逝的动容------也许还有眼角微微的鱼纹与指间隐隐的烟草香

大提的身边是应该有只小提的，安静在大提的低吟里

丝般的琴弦泛着波光的清零......

夜开的百合承住了一颗流萤般的晚露

那晚露如小提上滑落的泪珠，盛下了一个夜听者的感伤

这夜里该有大提琴的声音，可是没有，它只在我凝眸的深处

如温热的咖啡，淌过耳膜、舌间、指端

散着淡淡的苦香，变幻出一片褐色的掌纹

咖啡依旧端着，眉头已冰凉

已不觉得自身的存在，与黑暗融为一体，听着夜......

最后的最后的美文

他第一次见她，如墨的长发，精致的容颜，淡雅的纱裙。

他说他钟爱她，她淡淡恩了一声，没有任何表态，正因容貌被她迷住的人有很多。

他是一个将军，他却是一个被皇帝遗弃的女子。

他带她走，去大漠戈壁，去古佛青灯，可惜她最后被皇帝带走，走的时候，她深深的看他一眼，一句话都不说。

他就这样孤寂的过完了他的余生，她，也是、

当他白发苍苍，他坐在大漠边关仰望着天，想着他们过去的事。

当她青丝变成白发，她坐在深宫的台阶上，看着自我干燥的手，瞳孔的颜色一点点的褪尽。

他正因做善事多，被封为东海太子，忘记了所有的事。而她，站在奈何桥旁，迟迟不肯喝下孟婆汤，孟婆告诉她，他已经成为东海太子，勿念勿念。

最后她成为万年不死的精灵，孟婆告诉她，不能够掉眼泪，正因精灵是没有感情的，一旦流泪，灰飞烟灭。

她守护着他，他的父王说等他到300岁时，让他迎接南海的公主并且成为东海的王，他要娶别人了，她躲在暗处，心脏猛烈的疼，她想哭，可她想起孟婆说的话。

等他300岁，大婚，她最后留下眼泪，当她消失最后的那一刹那，他突然想起，他全部想起，他想起他说他钟爱她，他想起白雪皑皑他对她的承诺，他看着她消失的.地方，一阵心痛。

她化作美丽的烟尘，依旧在小雨如酥的凡事街道利穿行，生生世世守护她的爱人，虽然她早已经不是如梦的女子，也不是痴情的精灵，她只能永远的活在风力，被风带走，带到当年的大漠边关，带到当年的亭台楼阁，带到当年的人世浮沉，带到当年的俪叶转秋，带到当年的深宫后院，带到当年的青灯古佛。

日出日落，细水长流，春花秋月，爱恨情仇。

没有谁能够睡走到最后，最后的最后，但是是灰飞灡灭，叹古尝愁。

呼吸渐远美文

盛夏的燥热终究被初秋的清凉冲刷而过，深夜造访一个人的内心，索性来的不快，也不慢。是时候平静一下内心，让那些荒唐的不再荒唐，炙热的不再炙热。就像此刻伊人微带节奏的呼吸声，渐渐朦胧。

非淡泊无以明志，非宁静无以致远。一颗浮躁久了的心想要一下子平静会很困难，就像脱缰的野马，广阔的草原之上，任意狂奔。这也就有了那句“心似平原放马，易放难收”的经验之谈。

略带荒凉的晚上，一个人出门闲逛，听那即将死亡的蝉儿绝望的嘶鸣声时，就只好感叹自己，心有余而力不足！不知不觉已经葬送了大把时间，任岁月流逝，时光匆匆，却没有任何作为加以回报。就这样被时间的大浪冲走了。

我常遥想古人把酒对月，是否也会想我一样为岁月蹉跎而愈加感伤。念及此处，就不由自主的想要乘着寂静的`夜色散散心，至少这夜色此刻是属于我的。也权当它睡着了吧。睡着了就不再去考虑太多。

也许是这深夜的安宁吸引了我，便不由自主的关上了门，离开了久坐的庭院，一个人，轻轻地走着，没有目的，没有终点，没有结果，就这样走走就好，走走便恰到好处。我在想，这也许是因为我把自己白天里的一切琐事都忘掉了的缘故吧，也许有可能是我忘掉了自己，忘掉了静静走着的，深夜里的一个人影，甚至听不到呼吸，听不到任何的脚步声。走去哪儿？何时归来？我不知道。

姑且给它定义成一种游戏，也自顾自给它取名“精神游牧”。我只知道此时此刻，我便没有我，我便忘记了我。忘记一件事情会很困难，忘记一个人更是难上加难。而忘记一件已经忘记了的事情，一个已经忘记了的人，就会很轻松，很容易做到，正如此刻漫步街头的我。

夜晚的灯光要明亮的多，夜晚的都市要安静的多。人行道上的树影阴森森露出丑陋的身姿，斜投向路面，这使我联想到某部影片中的角色，滑稽超过了本身带来的恐怖。不得不承认，这些年月，想做的太多，杂念太多，结果失落越来越高调，自信越来越萎缩。

一个人的存在必然有他生存的道理，一个有灵魂的生灵必然有他挣扎的经过。平凡的我们不再做多么伟大的事业，一件小事，一个目的，做好，完成。简单，快乐。

不觉脚步又徘徊在来时的路上，也罢，轻轻地走回家里，慢慢的推开门，伊早已睡稳。