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Tiger Woods and Rory McIlroy will start as British Open favourites at Muirfield from July 18 but have question marks over them for the year's third major.

For Woods, the doubt is over a sore left elbow that has sidelined him since a poor showing at the US Open in mid June.

For McIlroy, the uncertainty is poor form since changing clubs.

Woods had a great start to the year, winning four tournaments, finishing fourth at the Masters and regaining the world No.1 spot from McIlroy headphone stand.

It seemed odds-on he would finally add a 15th major to his career haul, the last coming at the 2008 US Open before his infamous sex scandal.

But all that changed at Merion as the inner elbow sprain he picked up in winning the Players Championship was worsened by blasting out of the thick rough in Philadelphia.

His worst showing in finishing a major championship was followed by a quick decision not to play again until the British Open four weeks away.

At the time, Woods said he was simply heeding medical advice.

"I listened to my docs. I'm not touching a club. We're treating it and eventually I'll start the strengthening process of it, then start hitting balls to get up to speed for the British," he said.

The 37-year-old, who has won the British Open three times (2000, 2005, 2006) has made no comments on the injury since then.

But with the rough at Muirfield set to be deep and punishing, anything short of full fitness could sink his hopes on a course where he shot his worst score as a pro - a 10-over-par 81 - the last time The Open was held there in 2002 hong kong companies registry.

McIlroy has been similarly quiet in the build-up to the Open. He also struggled at Merion, where he tied for 41st, before missing the cut at last month's Irish Open.

The 24-year-old admitted he was still having problems with his new driver and would try to sort out the problems that have left him winless this year.

McIlroy was not tempted to tee off in the French or Scottish Opens, traditional warm-ups for the British.

"No, I am not going to add a tournament as I am going to take the next two weeks off," he said in Ireland.

Defending champion Ernie Els and four-time major winner Phil Mickelson entered the Scottish Open, but missed the cut, while Ryder Cup stars Luke Donald, Martin Kaymer, Ian Poulter and Graeme McDowell all opted to compete in France, where McDowell won for the third time this year custom embroidered patches.

Justin Rose will seek to become the first player since Woods in 2000 to win back-to-back US and British Opens.

Muirfield will play 158 yards longer than in 2002 while new tees have been added at seven holes taking the overall distance from 7034 yards - when Els won 11 years ago - to 7192 yards.

風一更，雪一更，聒碎鄉心夢不成，故園無此聲……

閉上眼，想去嗅新鮮的夏日氣息，睜開時，卻已黃葉滿天，霧氣彌漫著整個冬天。凜冽的寒風，無休無止的吹，吹紅了，旅人的眼睛。忽而嚴冬，似一柄西門吹雪的劍，無聲地吻了你的脖頸。

從早春到清秋，從盛夏到寒冬，我在天津，生活了整整兩年。

坐在教室靠窗的位置，瑟瑟發抖。窗外灰蒙蒙的天空，陰沉的讓人窒息，一如低落的情緒，鬱結不化的心情。我不喜歡這裏的冬天。

印象裏，那個我稱之為故鄉的小城，冬天是清涼的，零下15°卻並不覺得刺骨。兩年前的11月，我站在河邊，注視著天鵝優雅遊過水面。我的故城，天鵝的故鄉。季節變遷，候鳥飛了又回，可我們，卻不知還可以回去寥寥的幾次。三年前的深冬，沒膝的大雪，我和同學放肆的打雪仗，一同在雪地踩下深深淺淺的腳印，大雪紛飛，印跡填平，我們也都遠遠的離開。

時間是一只漫長的鐘，如果有一天，鐘壞了，停滯的指針，將時間永遠定格在我的故城舊夢裏，該有多好。

我總愛做夢，總在不經意的瞬間，被某個細節觸碰到心底最柔軟的角落，產生時光倒轉的錯覺。

被鬧鐘吵醒的早晨，偶爾會坐在床上發呆。以前是沒有鬧鐘的。習慣了在媽媽一遍遍催促下從睡夢裏醒來，吃過豐盛的早餐，頂著惺忪的睡眼出門上學。天還未亮的清晨，像一張灰藍色的網，密密地覆蓋在那一方天地裏，踏實又安靜。公園晨練的老人，露珠微顫的花葉，清脆空靈的鳥鳴，是每天必有的風景……

下課去食堂的路上，擠在熙攘的人群中，聞到若有若無的飯香，驀地內心酸澀，仿佛從前走過三年的小巷就在眼前。傍晚的小巷，路旁是錯落有致的房屋，亮著星星點點的燈火，昏黃的光暈裏，大人們忙碌准備著晚飯。蒸騰的白色熱氣，遊離的誘人香味……空氣裏彌漫著忙碌又溫暖的氣息。那時的我，總是快步經過，想早些回到屬於自己的那一點燈火裏取暖。而這一刻，多麼希望在夕陽的餘暉中慢慢地沿著小巷踱步，走向陰影深處沒有盡頭的出口。因為，小巷的出口是家的地方，而我就可以永遠走在這條回家的路上，沒有回頭……

四月的校園，悶熱的空氣，聒噪的蟬鳴，返綠的新葉夾雜著不知名的花朵，微風拂過，花瓣紛揚，一並帶著我的思緒飄向遠方。四月的故城，也該是花瓣紛飛的吧，白茫茫一片，梨花的海洋。小小的白色骨朵，嫩黃的花心，淡雅而清新，讓人不忍觸摸，生怕驚嚇了這些小精靈。

有人說，喜歡一座城，大抵是因為城裏有你牽掛的人，或者難以忘懷的過去。果真如此的話，那麼我的小城，每一條街道都是我的故事，叫我如何不想念？

學校前的林蔭道，與曾經偷偷喜歡的男生無數次擦肩，陽光碎若星辰的灑滿地面，樹葉沙沙作響，惴惴不安的小心跳，難忘的相視一笑……車水馬龍的街轉角，是和好朋友最愛光顧的糖葫蘆小店，還有一家古老的書報亭，幾個人捧著雜志，沉醉在那個年紀為之癡迷的故事裏失落感傷……孔雀河邊，炎熱的夏夜和爸爸媽媽散步，嬉笑瘋鬧……書店、商場、公交車、公園的音樂噴泉……這是我的小城，我的記憶，我的所愛。

現在，我生活在陌生的地方，照管自己的生活，有期待，有失落，有快樂，有彷徨。期間究竟懷著怎樣的心情，如魚飲水，冷暖自知。也許再次離開，也會懷念這裏吧。圖書館安靜的下午、書架上厚實的塵土和發黴的墨香、晚自習結束回來路上陪伴我的那一盞黯淡的路燈、一一風荷舉的馬蹄湖、大中路上林間投影的一束光……

就這樣，我將匆匆的走過一個又一個地方，末了，它們的面貌只是一種模糊的悵惘罷。只有庫爾勒，我的小城，正如它名字的意義——眺望，是我頻頻遙望的念想，永遠割舍不下的遠方。這裏，是我生命的起始牌。

親愛的上帝，今天，我不知該憎恨還是該感激你那雙無所不能的手了。自從你打開潘多拉魔盒之後，有一種病毒，象溫疫一樣的在網上迅速傳播，在不知有多少世人為此痛苦之時，我想，網戀是否也有資格叫愛情？

當我們今天已無法阻止這種溫疫在網上流行時，很不幸，在現實裏的你我，是那樣的易於感染，易於接受，易於沉迷。

我固執地拉下窗簾，拒絕了窗外霓虹燈不斷閃爍的誘惑。一個人，靜坐於屏前，點出讓自己心痛的頭像，抑制不住想念的思緒，不知為什麼，鼻子一酸，臉上就莫名的淌出了兩行眼淚。如果說，在這虛擬的世界裏還有點真情真愛的話，那麼，網戀真如一顆過把癮就死的毒藥，明知它的毒性極強，自己卻還是忍不住的要去品嘗一番。於是，傷感的文字就成了網上流行的時尚，憂傷的情歌不知唱斷了多少人的愁腸......

可以肯定，這絕對是一個令人困惑的世界。如今，高科技的發展，可以讓人類爬上月亮，卻仍無法在此岸彼岸間架一座橋，改變牛郎織女天各一方的命運。

不可否認，自己當初也嘲笑過那些沉溺於網戀的癡男怨女們，譏諷過他們的幼稚，並曾經一度認為，在那些虛擬的風花雪月裏，網戀，只是權當人們在寂寞無聊或茶餘飯後玩弄曖昧的一種遊戲。直到有一天，在網海一次不經意的遊弋中，自己一不小心，也感染了這一病毒，且還毫不猶豫的踏入了這片情感的泥潭......才知道，網戀這顆毒藥，你一但服下，不僅讓你甘願沉溺，癡迷難返，更如讓你吞入了一條吸血的毒蟲，每一天都在撕咬著你的靈魂，讓你欲罷不能，痛不堪言，卻又難以言訴。

不知為什麼，命運竟會如此的嘲弄我與你，它讓兩扇早已關閉了心房的扉門，卻在一次不經意的碰觸中敞開了心扉；而命運又是如此的顧惜我和你，它讓兩顆已經瀕於絕望的心，在一次次的相互撞擊中碰出了希望的火花。

你好，認識你，真的很好！真的，因為一直認為與你的相遇，是我今生最美麗的邂逅。或許命運早已註定這是一場悲劇，但我也慶倖自己乃是這場悲劇的主角，並沾沾自喜的認為，和你相識的這段日子，是我今生最快樂的時光。你知道嗎？初時間，是你用那陽光般的微笑，撫慰了我遊移不定的心靈，陪我走出了那段沒有陽光的日子。你還記得嗎？在我徘徊與失落的時候，你總是善解人意的對我每晚每夜地規勸，像一沐春風，慢慢的吹綠了我那已枯黃的心枝。你知道嗎？在那段時間裏，我默默的聽著你的開導，靜靜的欣賞著你的微笑，再慢慢的把你裝進心裏。真的，當時的你是那麼的普通，但我還是那樣莫名地喜歡上了你。誠然，我沒為你寫過多少迷人的癡情文字，也不太會用華麗的文字去裝飾我們的愛，去點綴我們的夢。但我確信自己很是喜歡你，真的，表面上我有時不冷不熱，或不近情理的冷落你，但我知道，其實我的內心很在乎你......

然而，在以後磕磕絆絆的幾年裏，我們不知爭吵過多少次，而在那數不清的鬥氣之後，我們不僅沒有產生心與心之間的隔閡，反而愛得更深切了一分。奇怪嗎？有時連我自己也弄不明白，也許這就是愛的魔力，或是愛神作為對你我真情的回報。所以，無論將來的結局如何，我也不後悔與你這場美麗的邂逅。

思念之夜漫長而又孤寂，漫長得讓人忘記了時間，孤寂得讓人失去了自己。拉開窗簾，輕推葉窗，一陣潮濕的空氣撲面而來，有絲冰涼，雨不知什麼時候下的。默於窗前，抬首眺望，天空一片陰鬱，暗黑的蒼穹廣漠無邊。斜斜細雨，輕打著窗臺上的夜來香，空中有些風，輕輕的，柔柔的，僅僅使夜來香的枝葉微微擺動。一縷清香撲鼻而入，忽然使心有了種充實感，柔情的音樂回蕩在房間的每一角落。耳聽著＂其實我很在乎你＂這首歌，又讓我想到了你。凝視窗外，雨，像精靈一樣在忽暗忽明的路燈下飛舞。那把粉紅色的傘下，我看見我們的影子相依而立。

愛的玄機在於心被觸及的那一刻而燦爛無比，愛的內涵在於心被顧及的那一時而感動一生。

Wimbledon champion Marion Bartoli feels her perfect day on Centre Court could be just the start of another remarkable chapter in one of the more unlikely tennis success stories.

Bartoli romped to her first grand slam title on Saturday as the French 15th seed thrashed Germany's Sabine Lisicki 6-1 6-4 in the Wimbledon final chuen hing.

The 28-year-old, beaten by Venus Williams in her only previous grand slam final at Wimbledon in 2007, is the fifth oldest woman to become a first-time major winner in the Open Era.

It was an incredible moment for Bartoli, whose career had been on a downward spiral in recent years and hit rock bottom in February when she struggled with the emotional decision to move on from her dad Walter, who had coached her since childhood led.

She eventually turned to former Wimbledon champion Amelie Mauresmo for help after failing to strike up a rapport with a series of coaches and the transformation has been swift and stunningly success.

With a first grand slam crown secured, Bartoli, who celebrated her victory by clambering into the players' box to embrace her father and Mauresmo, hopes the second phase of her career provides more of the success that once seemed so elusive.

"Of course I'm going to try my hardest to get some more. Now that I get one, I definitely believe I can get more of them," she said wine education.

"But I just want to enjoy this one because I haven't still realised I'm really the Wimbledon champion.

"It will take me some few days. And actually when I do realise what I've done then I will maybe think about the US Open and getting a shot over there."

Bartoli has never been one to do things the easy way bolt embroidery.

She grew up outside the tennis mainstream, coached by her doctor father who had no background in the sport and yet gave up his job to teach his daughter how to become a professional.

Throughout her career Bartoli's game has been marked by bizarre routines as she jumps, skips, shuffles and twirls her racket before serving or returning.

She has never been afraid to speak her mind, falling out with French tennis chiefs, who banned her from last year's Olympics over their refusal to let Walter coach her while she was representing her country on Fed Cup duty.

But Bartoli is adamant her intense and passionate personality is an essential part of her game and won't be dulled by her success.

"Going through those hard moments makes this one even better," she said. "It will not change me as a person.

"It's always been a part of my personality to be different. I think being just like the others is kind of boring Asian college of knowledge management."

After so many disappointments during her chequered career, Bartoli admitted the moment of victory against Lisicki felt even better than she could ever have imagined.

"Those five, ten seconds before you shake the hands of your opponent, you felt like you're almost not walking any more on earth. You're really flying.

"It was a packed Centre Court on a beautiful day and I won in straight sets.

"To share this moment with my dad was the perfect day carbon resistance."

"每一次都在徘徊孤單中中堅強，每一次就算再受傷也不閃淚光，我知道……"耳機中一陣陣優美的旋律絲絲滲入大腦，內心充斥著寧靜，全身都處於放松的狀態，緩緩地睜開眼來，還是那片廣闊無邊的天空。

炎炎夏日，天空卻是最藍的，最美的。空曠、高遠、毫無雜質，我喜歡這樣的天空。在這樣的天空下，心，也會變得無比寬廣，可以容納下一切。

此時的天空是碧藍的，蒙著一層淡淡的雲煙，更添了幾分朦朧。在視野的邊緣有著一片片的白色的雲朵，或許那邊有什麼熱鬧的事兒發生，這些愛湊熱鬧的家夥們都跑去了那裏了。

其實，我還是更喜歡單獨的小片雲朵的，正如那邊，那只耀眼的玉兔，渾身閃著爍爍的光芒，兩只圓溜溜的眼睛使勁兒的瞪著，也不知道是在看什麼有趣的事情，被風緩緩地往我這邊吹來，好像還極不情願的樣子，呵，實在是太好玩了！不一會兒，她就被吹到了我的頭頂上，不過，此時的她早已發生了極大的變化，她變成了一只被光芒環繞的海馬！挺挺的肚子，高高勾起的尾巴，下巴微微揚起，嘿，像極了《小鯉魚曆險記》裏的阿酷！拽拽的，自戀得可以。額，不過，這麼大個的阿酷，要是掉下來我的樂子可就大了，估計背都背不起來！

呼呼地風從四面八方吹來，夏日的勁風一點都沒有夏日的炎熱與浮躁，倒是帶得臉旁的小草悠悠的起舞，一下一下的掃過臉頰，軟軟的，涼涼的，還蠻舒服的。不管是這片樹蔭下的小草，還是那些直面烈日的小草，亦或是被風吹得擺動著變得千奇百怪的樹蔭而導致一時被樹蔭蔭著，一時又被烈日曬著的小草，她們都歡快的舞動著。看著她們翩翩起舞，茁茁的生長著，我能感覺得到，她們那無限的活力，勃勃的生機！

稍遠處那一排排矮籬來回搖曳著，翩翩身影，好一支霓裳羽衣舞！遙想漢皇當年，該就是沉迷於這種飄搖自在的舞藝之中吧？和風披綠，長袖流螢，到不怪那天子愛美人不顧江山了，這份飄逸脫俗，這份清新柔雅，又有多少人能不震撼心靈呢？

我看到了！那倔強個性的小家夥！看啦，他側身站在十教樓壁上，並不粗壯的根莖緊緊地抓住了樓壁，咦，他在幹什麼呢？哈，在做健身運動嗎？左三圈，右三圈，脖子扭扭，屁股扭扭，我們一起來做運動……多麼精力無窮的小家夥！原來如此，原來如此！適才那耀眼的玉兔臉上極不情願被吹走的表情，謎底原來在這，她卻是想看這小家夥的健身運動呢，左手搖搖，右手甩甩，嘻哈搞笑的動作，直惹人捧腹，換我，我也不情願離開的。

"鈴、鈴、鈴、鈴"一陣熱鬧的鈴聲傳來，這是下課了嗎？那麼應該是六點多了吧？拿出手機來看了下，還真是呢！該走了吧，是的，該走了。在這灼熱浮躁的夏日，能有這麼個清涼寧靜的下午，也是件難得的事吧？我們需要這份自由的，只屬於自己的時間，不是嗎？哪怕這個時間再短，也是必要的。

拿起遮陽傘從樹蔭下走出，我該回宿舍去了，雖然在我們的宿舍區看不到廣闊的天空，那層層高聳的紅色樓閣，將大片的天空都擋住了，入眼的，只剩下四四方方的，被整整齊齊分隔開的零碎的天幕……其實，我還是挺懷戀許久以前，沒有那層淡淡的雲煙，沒有那依稀朦朧感的天空，只有無盡的碧藍和……爽朗。