低俗怪谈 第二季 未删减版 百度云
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最喜In 1975, Andy Dufresne escaped from Shawshank. He hasn't been recaptured, and I don't think he ever will be. In fact, I don't think Andy Dufresne even exists anymore. But I think there's a man down in Zihuatanejo, Mexico named Peter Stevens. Probably running a very new small hotel in this year of our Lord 1977.I'll tell you what I know and what I think; that's about all I can do, isn't it?Andy had gotten free, but it hadn't been easy.The pipe was even narrower than the shaft Tremont had just descended; it had a two-foot bore. Rory Tremont didn't go in, and so far as I know, no one else did, either. It must have been damn near unspeakable. A rat jumped out of the pipe as Tremont was examining the hole and the rock-hammer, and he swore later that it was nearly as big as a cocker spaniel pup. He went back up the crawlspace to Andy's cell like a monkey on a stick.Andy had gone into that pipe. Maybe he knew that it emptied into a stream five hundred yards beyond the prison on the marshy western side. I think he did. The prison blueprints were around, and Andy would have found a way to look at them. He was a methodical cuss. He would haveknown or found out that the sewerpipe running out of Cellblock 5 was the last one in Shawshank not hooked into the new waste-treatment plant, and he would have known it was do it by mid-1975 or do it never, because in August they were going to switch us over to the new waste-treatment plant, too.Five hundred yards. The length of five football fields. Just shy of a mile. He crawled that distance, maybe with one of those small Penlites in his hand, maybe with nothing but a couple of books of matches. He crawled through foulness that I either can't imagine or don't want to imagine. Maybe the rats scattered in front of him, or maybe they went for him the way such animals sometimes will when they've had a chance to grow bold in the dark. He must have had just enough clearance at the shoulders to keep moving, and he probably had to shove himself through the places where the lengths of pipe were joined. If it had been me, the claustrophobia would have driven me mad a dozen times over. But he did itAt the far end of the pipe they found a set of muddy footprints leading out of the sluggish, polluted creek the pipe fed into. Two miles from there a search party found his prison uniform — that was a day later.The story broke big in the papers, as you might guess, but no one within a fifteen-mile radius of the prison stepped forward to report a stolen car, stolen clothes, or a naked man in the moonlight There was not so much as a barking dog in a farmyard. He came out of the sewerpipe and he disappeared like smoke.But I am betting he disappeared in the direction of Buxton.There are others here like me, others who remember Andy. We're glad he's gone, but a little sad, too. Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.I didn't read that letter in the field. A kind of terror had come over me, a need to get away from there before I was seen. To make what may be an appropriate pun, I was in terror of being apprehended.I went back to my room and read it there, with the smell of old men's dinners drifting up the stairwell to me - Beefaroni, Ricearoni, Noodleroni. You can bet that whatever the old folks of America, the ones on fixed incomes, are eating tonight, it almost certainly ends in roni.I opened the envelope and read the letter and then I put my head in my arms and cried. With the letter there were twenty new fifty-dollar bills.And here I am in the Brewster Hotel, technically a fugitive from justice again - parole violation is my crime. No one's going to throw up any roadblocks to catch a criminal wanted on that charge, I guess - wondering what I should do now.I have this manuscript I have a small piece of luggage about the size of a doctor's bag that holds everything I own. I have nineteen fifties, four tens, a five, three ones, and assorted change. I broke one of the fifties to buy this tablet of paper and a deck of smokes.Wondering what I should do.But there's really no question. It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living or get busy dying.First I'm going to put this manuscript back in my bag. Then I'm going to buckle it up, grab my coat, go downstairs, and check out of this fleabag. Then I'm going to walk uptown to a bar and put that five dollar bill down in front of the bartender and ask him to bring me two straight shots of Jack Daniels — one for me and one for Andy Dufresne. Other than a beer or two, they'll be the first drinks I've taken as a free man since 1938. Then I am going to tip the bartender a dollar and thank him kindly. I will leave the bar and walk up Spring Street to the Greyhound terminal there and buy a bus ticket to El Paso by way of New York City. When I get to El Paso, I'm going to buy a ticket to McNary. And when I get to McNary, I guess I’ll have a chance to find out if an old crook like me can find a way to float across the border and into Mexico.Sure I remember the name. Zihuatanejo. A name like that is just too pretty to forgetI find I am excited, so excited I can hardly hold the pencil in my trembling hand. I think it is the excitement that only a free man can feel, a free man starting a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain.I hope Andy is down there.I hope I can make it across the border.I hope to see my friend and shake his hand.I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.I hope.中文的贴点~《我的野蛮女友第一：不要叫她；第二：不要让她喝三杯以上，否则她会逢人就打；第三：在咖啡馆一定要喝咖啡，不要喝可乐或橙汁；第四：如果她打你，一定要装的很疼，如果真的很疼，那要装的没事；第五：在你们认识的第一百天，一定要去她班上送一只玫瑰，她会非常喜欢；第六：你一定要学会击剑、打壁球；第七：要随时做好蹲监狱的思想准备；第八：如果她说她会杀了你，那不要当真，这样你会好受些；第九：如果她的鞋穿着不舒服，一定要和她换鞋穿；第十：她喜欢写东西，要好好地鼓励她。
《东邪西毒》：多年之后，我有个绰号叫西毒，任何人都可以变的狠毒，只要你尝试过什么叫做嫉妒。
我不介意其他人怎么看我，我只不过不想别人比我更开心。
我以为有一些人永远都不会嫉妒，因为他太骄傲。
在我出道的时候，我认识了一个人，因为他喜欢在东边出没，所以很多年后，他有个绰号叫东邪。
知不知道饮酒和饮水有什么区别
酒越饮越暖，水越喝越寒。
你越想忘记一个人时，其实你越会记得他。
人的烦恼就是记性太好，如果可以把所有事都忘掉，以后每一日都是个新开始，你说多好。
每个人都会经过这个阶段，见到一座山，就想知道山后面是什么。
我很想告诉他，可能翻过山后面，你会发现没什么特别。
回望之下，可能会觉得这一边更好。
没个人都会坚持自己的信念，在别人看来，是浪费时间，她却觉得很重要。
《东邪西毒》：我曾经听人说过，当你不能够再拥有的时候，你唯一可以做的就是令自己不要忘记。
