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2010-3-20
Saturday
2009-11-24
Tuesday
如果一切变得容易，你就会变成一只没有打气的轮胎。总是渴望一切变得容易、简单、幸福的人，当你想到人生其实是艰难、复杂和不幸的时候，当你感觉到痛苦的时候，其实正是处于幸福之中。当你渴望一些得不到的，那是幸福的。我祝愿你等待的时间再长一点儿。聪明人应该让一切尽可能困难，一切尽可能不容易得到。 多数人都把幸福作为追求的目标，有趣是恰恰多数人都不知道幸福是什么？为什么把自己都不能真正理解的东西当成目标？经常说一些自己都不明白的概念？某年某月某日，我听到有人说自己征服了珠穆朗玛峰，我当是在想，如果一只小虫——在我察觉不到的时候——爬到我的身上，难道它征服了我？ 算了吧！ 有时我同别人说话就像小女孩同她的布娃娃说话一样。她当然知道她的小东西听不懂她的话，但是她有意来制造一种交流的乐趣。
2009-11-19
Thursday
很久没来了。刚才在谷歌上搜索一句话时，突然看到这样一篇文章，引起我一点小感想。 徐志摩的几句经典爱情诗句 网址http://www.hellsoer.cn/htm/9/91.htm 我们大家都知道徐志摩除了是一个在文学方面的著名填天才以外，他还是一个感情非常多的人。所以在爱情的诗句里，他的经典语句也是占了好大一部分。今天我们一起来欣赏徐志摩的几句经典爱情诗句，也许你们会从他的诗句中得到一些爱情的真谛！ 在爱情面前，我们都很无知。爱情是永久的谜，我们甘心被吸引。 我将于茫茫人海中访我惟一灵魂之伴侣，得之，我幸；不得，我命，如此而已。 爱带来的，除了撩人情怀，还有限制和羁绊。很多时候，自由比爱情更重要，不损害自由的爱情才是万古长青的。在情绪起伏的恋爱中，尽量用思考代替忧虑、伤感、烦躁、后悔、抱怨等情绪，只有思考才是最有成效的生活方式。 我们不是上帝，所以不能做到心想事成。神只说：“要有光”，就有了光。神看光是好的，就把光暗分开了。神是从来不用愁肠百结的，因为只要“神看着是好的”，“事就这样成了”。徐志摩的好朋友胡适，在婚后给张慰慈题扇面，写道：“爱情的代价是痛苦，爱情的方法是忍得住痛苦。”别有一番感染力。连徐志摩听到了，也在日记里写道：“真是心得之言。情关真正难过，谁也跳不出圈子去。” 可是一无所求的爱可能吗？也许是不可能的。只是无法实现的奢望，但却可以用来提醒自己：爱情可能只得到部分的回报。而且，不是每个人都用同一种方式去表达的。在一方强烈而另一方无动于衷的时候，你会觉得爱情里是没有平等可言。就像屠格涅夫的《乡居一月》中，拉斯金宣称：你等着瞧吧！你大概会看到，这双温柔的小手多么善于折磨人，它们是多么含情脉脉地把一颗心撕得粉碎…… 如果我们没有能力爱，也许正是因为我们总渴望得到别人的爱，也就是说我们总希望从别人那儿得到什么（爱），而不是无条件地投入其怀中并且只要他这个人的存在。 ---------------- 此文除了导语和一句“茫茫人海”，全是摘抄我博客上随手写的话，怎么变成了徐志摩的经典爱情诗句了？这也太侮辱徐志摩的诗歌才华了吧！如果我随手写个博文都能扯到徐诗人身上，我真“抖”了。
2009-10-5
Monday
伟大的激情同伟大的人一样，实在是凤毛麟角。 几天来我一直处于亢奋的状态中。实在是太亢奋了，所以连日睡不着觉。也许是好久没有看中文写中文，忽然中文变得美好至极，有中文这样的母语是身为中国人惟一庆幸的事了。当然，假如有读者看过高本汉之流西方汉学家的成果，或者读过我前面关于对外中文教学的日志，细心的读者就会发现就连中国人唯一的优势也在事实上早已不存在了…… 夜里失眠我只好看De l’amour，最后头痛得难受极了。我想睡又睡不着。我想写一篇惊天地泣鬼神的文字，但是最后我只发了自己的照片。但今天我又把它们全部撤掉了，因为内心有一种根深蒂固的偏见在发生作用——有思想可以展示的人是没有必要再展示滑稽的外表的。我希望能高效地睡，高效地工作。我很庆幸自己能够用另一种语言自由地思考或者写日记，我相信在三十的时候会再增加两种语言的写作体验的。也许我对语言太敏感了，我经常在尽量避免很多词语的使用。 I've recently started a book about amour and am terrified. The challenge is enormous—and to be honest, I am in a panic most of the time. I don't know how to calm down. Any suggestions?  虽然有很多人在谈论amour，但他们不明白这个词并不表现任何amour，就像“痛苦”也不表现任何痛苦，也不知道使用这个词就意味着不仅什么都传达不了，而且有时还会让人鄙视和生厌。你使用的每一个词，都要依赖对方的理解和想像。而想象的语言，只能是语言的乌托邦。对于萨比娜，墓地宛如摇着摇篮的女人一样美丽，而对于弗兰茨，只是一个倾倒尸骸和乱石的垃圾场。 假如他们相处的时间更长一些，也许他们就会渐渐地开始理解彼此说的话。他们的言语会像非常腼腆的情人一样，羞涩地慢慢相互靠近。而他们的生命会开始与对方的融为一体。 我要倾全部力量去投入到真正的创作上，因为无论是否有人欣赏，创作都是永远没有失败的。至少不像其他的失败那样滑稽和一无所有。当我在为不喜欢的事情花费精力和时间的时候，我突然恍然大悟：我连我喜欢的事情都永远做不完，我怎么可能再去做那些可笑的事情呢？ No one is able to produce a great work of art without experience, nor achieve a worldly position immediately, nor be a great lover at the first attempt; and in the interval between initial failure and subsequent success, in the gap between who we wish one day to be and who we are at present, must come pain, anxiety, envy and humiliation. We suffer because we cannot spontaneously master the ingredients of fulfillment. I hope you, my dear, really know what I mean. 我记得那个美妙的瞬间 我成了一个语言的疯子 ……
2009-10-4
Sunday
The longing for a destiny is nowhere stronger than in our romantic life. All too often forced to share our bed with those who cannot fathom our soul, can we not be forgiven if we believe ourselves fated to stumble one day upon the man or woman of our dreams? Can we not be excused a certain superstitious faith in a creature who will prove the solution to our restless yearnings? And though our prayers may never be answered, though there may be no end to the dismal cycle of mutual incomprehension, if the heavens should come to take pity on us, then can we really be expected to attribute the encounter with this prince or princess to mere coincidence? Or can we not for once escape rational censure and read it as nothing other than an inevitable part of our romantic destiny? 
2009-10-1
Thursday
Early this morning I drove to Nanjing Lukou airport, after parking underground, I walked to the boarding service to take my ticket I reserved. When I was walking through the security check, the guards asked me to desert my juice and coconut milk. Anyway, the Eastern Airline attendants smiled to me sweetly as I boarding the plane. I had picked up the airline magazine, passively imbibing information on resort hotels and airport facilities. There was something comforting about the flight, the dull background throb of the engines, the hushed gray interior, the candy smiles of the airline attendants. A trolley carrying a selection of drinks and snacks was making its way down the aisle and, though I was neither hungry nor thirsty, it filled me with the vague anticipation that meals may elicit in aircraft. Perhaps rather morbidly, the passenger on my left had taken off her headphones in order to study the safety-instruction card placed in the pouch in front of her. it depicted the ideal crash: passengers alighting softly and calmly onto land or water, the ladies taking off their high heels, the children dexterously inflating their vests, the fuselage still intact, the kerosene miraculously nonflammable. She had chestnut-colored hair, cut short so that it left the nape of her neck exposed, and large watery black eyes that refused to look into mine. She was wearing a blue blouse and had placed a gray cardigan over her knees. Her shoulders were slim, almost fragile, and the rawness of her nails showed they were often chewed. “We are all going to die if this thing screws up, so what are these jokers talking about?” asked the passenger, addressing no one in particular. “I think perhaps it reassures people,” I replied, for I was her only audience. “Mind you, it’s not a bad way to go, very quick, especially if we hit land and you’re sitting in the front. I had an uncle who died in a plane crash once. Has anyone you’ve known ever died like that?” None, but a stewardess arrived and offered us breakfast. I asked for a glass of orange juice and was going to decline a plate of pale sandwiches when my traveling companion whispered to me. We landed at Beijing capital international airport at 10:45, hundreds of expats were flooding out as I head to the exit. I lost her amidst the throng, but found her again in the luggage reclaim area. She was struggling to push a trolley cursed with a stubborn inclination to steer to the right, I walked over and offered my trolley to her, but she refused, saying one should remain loyal to trolleys, however stubborn, and that strenuous physical exercise was no bad thing after a flight. The first pieces of luggage had begun to tumble down onto the jointed rubber matting, and faces peered anxiously at the moving display to locate their possessions. “Have you ever been arrested at customs?” she asked. “Not yet. Have you?” “Not really.” She answered. “Can I ask you a favor? Could you look after my trolley while I look for the loo? I’ll just be a minute. Oh, and if you see a pink carrier bag with a luminous green handle, that’ll be mine.” A little later, I watched she walk back toward me across the hall, but we only spent a moment together before parting again. She had left her car in the parking lot, I had to take a cab to Dongzhimen, where I was going to see Frank in Shijingshan. “I’ll give you a call sometime,” I said casually. “We could go and buy some luggage together.” “That’s a good idea,” she said. “Have you got my number?” “I’m afraid I already memorized it—it was written on your baggage tag.” “You’d make a good detective, I hope your memory is up to it. Well, it was nice meeting you,” said her, extending a hand. “Good luck.” I watched her head for the lifts, the trolley still veering madly to the right. In the taxi on the way in to town, I felt a curious sense of loss, of sadness. When I arrived Dongzhimen, I found the road had been blocked, and I made a few calls but Frank did not respond. I was very anxious, especially as people around me were all whispering about hotels, restaurants and shops in downtown Beijing had closed as the capital prepared for today’s massive parade marking the six decades of communist rule. So the sense of loss and sadness in my heart turned to anxious, and even hungry, since even the noodle stalls and dumping joints were shut. All of sudden, I heard dozens of fighter jets flying overhead, and firing to us continuously. I dropped down and woke up with a start. I was on the bed, of course, and the flight to Beijing was suspended because of the parade.
2009-9-23
Wednesday
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2009-9-18
Friday
Early this morning, after practicing German for one hour, I started to read Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler. 
2009-9-9
Wednesday
It was nice to have Psyche make a comment on this blog. I'm gonna respond to your comment right here, instead of comment section. In addition to the time reduced, since the minimum train interval is only 3 minutes, the travel service provided by the rail will be as convenient as that of a city bus. The latest issue of Fortune also produced an article talking about China's amazing bullet train. This year China will invest $50 billion in its new high-speed passenger rail system, more than double the amount spent in 2008. But a closer look at China's high-speed rail program also reveals some risks that should factor into the "Why can't we do that?" debate that's surely coming in Washington. Last year China Railway Construction Co., the nation's largest railroad builder, hired 14,000 new university graduates -- civil and electrical engineers mostly -- from the class of 2008. This year, says Liang Yi, the vice CEO of the CRCC subsidiary working on the Beijing-to-Shanghai high-speed line, the company may hire up to 20,000 new university grads to cope with the company's intensifying workload. The other key thing to remember is that China's brand-new high-speed rail network will be the product of the country's economic system. For all the free-market progress China has made in the past 30 years, a heavy "command and control" component still exists. The central government in Beijing holds all the key levers of power. The Railroad Ministry sets the plans, state-owned banks lend the money, and state-owned companies get the projects rolling. In the meantime many private businesses struggle to get bank loans. I managed to read a complete book during my trip. The book, Manhattan Nocturne, was written by Colin Harrison, who said in one page, “Here was a man rich and powerful enough that he no longer needed to speak. I beat my brains out working for him. But no matter—my labor was lint in his pocket. If I didn’t want to do it, there were a thousand men and women standing in line behind me. Instantly I felt a polite pressure at my elbow, and the lemon-sucker pivoted me away from the couch. There. I was done.” At the moment, as I reflected, my place in the world is extremely low. Thank you for telling me that my father would be proud of me. I will continue to struggle to be the best self.
2009-9-7
Monday
I got up early to ride the train to Shanghai from Wuxi. I’d bought a ticket Z91, the only one could hit Shanghai around seven. The train was supposed to arrive soon before 5:30 (anyway, it's the number printed on the ticket), but the moment I walking into the hall, I noticed the train would not come until one and a half hours later! That’s interesting. Was I required to get up so early and wait in the train station for a couple of hours? I couldn’t wait. Soon I remembered an acquaintance working for the train station, so I called him in order to make a transfer. He answered me, however, that he had gone back home in Changzhou. You fucker, after hanging up I said to myself, why didn’t you book a ticket in advance? You know reservations for the best D- or Z-category express trains open 10-20 days before departure. I walked to a ticket window to change my ticket from Z to D, for I had already regretted that I had not booked the bullet train, though the one was available to buy yesterday would hit Shanghai a little bit late, yet the D-category schedule could be guaranteed, without so many delays. I got the ticket of D5455, which would take off at 7:17. But I noticed there’s another bullet train D307, which was not available to acquire at the time, would depart at 6:47, and in order to join the meeting at SISU before eight, I got on the D307 instead of D5455. When I was walking down the passage, a female ticket-inspector identified my ticket wasn’t conform to the schedule, so I complained to her tongue in cheek that I should not pay so much time for the later one, and was amazed when she agreed and, just let me walk in. It is reported that a new intercity rail connecting Wuxi and Shanghai is under busy construction and is scheduled to be open to traffic next July, right before Shanghai World Expo. The intercity train is expected to run at a speed of more than 300 kilometers (186.4 miles) per hour upon completion of the rail. Till then, it will take only 30 minutes from Wuxi to Shanghai, 20 minutes less than by the current fastest train, the D-category bullet train.
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