Requête SQL

Frankly, there is nowhere else than in my arms that a terminal feminine utopia can easily be realized.

----Yan



Technically, I got some proof from this SQL request:


SELECT DISTINCTROW

[Table_Infos_General].[Identification NO],

[Table_Infos_General].[Location],

[Table_Infos_General].[Name],

[Table_Infos_Content].[Content _EQ],

[Table_Infos_Content].[Content_IQ]

FROM

[ Table_Infos_General], [Table_Infos_Content]

WHERE

[Table_Infos_General].Nature_Flaw=0

AND

[Table_Infos_Content].[Content_Expression(LString)]=[Table_Infos_Content].[Content_Thought(LString)]

AND

([Table_Infos_Content].[Content _EQ] Like "Advanced"

OR NOT [Table_Infos_Content].[Content_IQ] Like "*S*B*"

OR [Table_Infos_Content].[Content_Romantism] Like "Poetry")

ORDER BY

[Location], [Name];

In order to keep the golden temperature of my arms, I need to digest developed food. I am therefore due to purchase an electric stove to enable my baby's advanced functionality of cooking.

L'amour

爱情 L’amour

Yan 14/06/2007

夏夜的林荫大道 Au boulevard d’été résonne
树叶在叫 La musique des feuilles
松鼠探出脑袋 La lune redonne
对月亮傻笑 Le sourire d’un écureuil

停止前进 On ne s’avance plus
突然感觉很妙 On s’enivre dans la rue

轻轻 Doucement j’écarte
拨开你的刘海 Ta frange de cheveux
轻轻 Doucement j’embrasse
抱着你的腰 Ton âme pieuse

你的眼睛 Tes yeux rayonne
在黑暗中很美 Dans le bois ténébreux
还有刷着我的心的 Tes cils frottent
你用睫毛 Contre mon cœur généreux

幸福的泪说 « Tu es la meilleure !»
你是我的荣耀 Disent mes larmes
从此再不沧桑 Plus rien de malheur
一直到老 Disent les arbres

（幼童声） (Enfant)
“妈妈， 这是什么？” « Maman c’est quoi ça ?»
“不知道。” « Chais pas. »

妈妈

昨天很想家，写了几句歌词描述一下我妈去机场送我的情景，配的是《富士山下》的音乐。自己唱了一下，觉得难听。今天让艾宇把它完美演绎出来了，唱得很不错！歌在这里:下载

Mama

Singer: Stanley Yu AI
Lyrics by Yan ZHANG
May 2nd, 2007

Oh mama when I whisper 妈妈 当我低声地
Telling you that I am ready to go 告诉你我就要走了
Your smile is carrying too much painful sorrow 你的微笑含有太多痛和悲
Your sob is rather shallow 你的啜泣声如此轻弱
Tears are still under control 你的泪仍在受控中
You say there's still one sock you forget to sew 你说还有一只袜子忘了给我缝

Oh mama when I'm waving to you from the rising window 妈妈 当我从上升的窗口向你招手
I see your eyes are shining in the shadow 我看见黑影中你的眼睛在闪动
Time is becoming too slow 时间就这样变缓
Distance is longer than rainbow 距离比彩虹还长

It's hard to know 很难知道
When's there again at home 什么时候才能回到家
Noodle to swallow 狼吞虎咽你做的面条

To the lesbians

 To the Lesbians 

 

That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,

缺月挂疏桐，漏断人初静，

And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;

 

惊起却回头，愤恨无人省，

That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,

明眸皓齿， 嫣然两笑，

A loss in love that touches me more dearly.

 

你们这样了

Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye.

我耕彼食， 情何以堪?

Thou dost love her, because thou know’st I love her.

 

抓住它， 满手芒刺

And for my sake, ev’n so doth she abuse me.

丢弃它，步履艰难

Suff”ring my friend for my sake to approve her,

从此以后， 人们的笑脸不再自然

 

Both find each other, and I lost both twain,

窃窃私语的女人，疑惑的眼睛在晃动

Both lay on me this cross:

时无英雄，使竖子成名！

 

But here’s the joy:

狂迷的媚眼，清寒着背雨凄凄，

My friend and I are one:

并肩台阁，共处高位

Sweet flatt’ry! Then she loves me alone.

Shake it harder, man!

Finally I'am settling down in Campus of Rennes, residence of SUPELEC. This is what I wrote for one of my friends in SUPELEC, who majors in electrics and electric guitars.

 

Shake it harder, man!

To TANG Xiong’s 23rd Anniversary  by Yan ZHANG

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

 

Your spectators are assembling

Your fans are trembling

Under your stage of indie rockers:

You see drinkers,

Eaters,

Kissers,

Pissers,

Womanizers

Mother-fuckers…

You see billions of losers

 

Get out of this fucking world of sin

Man we got new girls to win

Look down upon everything you can

Shake it, man!

 

Your professors are examining

Your brothers are cheating

Behind your memory of past experiences:

You see Linux,

Windows,

Electrics,

Bitches,

Prostitutes,

Automatics…

You feel tons of sadness

 

Get out of this fucking world of pain

Man we got a beautiful future to gain

Look down upon everything you can

Let’s get it in France

Happy birthday, man!

 

 

Shake it harder, man!

To TANG Xiong’s 23rd Anniversary

谨以此诗纪念汤雄的23岁生日

                                                                                               By ZHANG Yan                                                                                                                                             

Your spectators are assembling       你的观众们在汇集

Your fans are trembling        你的粉丝们在颤抖

Under your stage of indie rockers:     在你Indie摇滚的舞台下

You see drinkers,     你看到了酗酒者,

Eaters,       还有暴食者,

Kissers,       嗜吻者,

Pissers,      随地方便者,

Womanizers，      感情骗子们,

Mother-fuckers…      混球们…

You see billions of losers       你看到了无数的SB

 

Get out of this fucking world of sin   逃离这个充满罪恶的世界吧

Man we got new girls to win    我们有新的女孩要去赢取

Look down upon everything you can    鄙视一切

Shake it, man!     摇撼你的吉他 !

 

Your professors are examining         老师在考你们

Your brothers are cheating       哥们儿们在作弊

Behind your memory of past experiences:      在你回首过去时

You see Linux，           你看到了Linux,

Windows,                   还有Windows,

Electrics,     电力,

Bitches,         婊子,

Prostitutes,     娼妇,

Automatics…        自动化…

You feel tons of sadness    你感到无限悲哀

 

Get out of this fucking world of pain   逃离这个充满痛苦的世界吧

Man we got a beautiful future to gain    我们有新的前程要去争取

Look down upon everything you can     鄙视一切

Let’s get it in France       让我们在法国得到所有

Happy birthday, man!          生日快乐!