Why we yearn for and rush Home every Spring Festival Season(Mocking Version)

1.To give your boss an elaborate excuse exploiting you more than ever.

2.To do your contribution to the transportation industry.

3.To pour your hard earned money into businesses' gravy pocket.

4.To make you feel like crap when fail to get a ticket.

5.To grant your muscles an oppurtunity contracting decently in the rat race getting on the train.

6.To find yourself an excuse indulging your homesickness or nostalgia.

7.To grave how it feels to be mentally and spiritually exhausted.

8.To let you know China Railway service is more than worse.

9.To make you disillusioned that China is the world's third largest and the most populated country.

10.To be thrilled hugging your parents and shedding tears profusely.



As the most important tradition of our country,Spring Festival is like
a deadly epidemic disease and we are all contracted.The anually general
mobilization of going home is one of its symptons.Could you come up
with more of the reasons why we yearn for and go home?Feel free to sing
your song here.Nothing is likely to stop sons and daughters of this
nation from going home every Spring Festival season,no matter what.I
and Mom are leaving this Saturday for Xiangfan to spend a fews days and
to celebrate the Lunar New Year with grandparents and other members of
the big family.Dad will be following up in an extra three-day time
after our departure.
2.2.05 19:55


《国语》.过年预备式.熬夜.火&

这一篇必须用中文写。


外公一直想要一本有白话文注释的《国语》，于是下午去图书城寻找。诺大的图书城，转悠了半天仍是一无所获。询问服务员，得到的是一张白痴般的面孔和否定的回答。


“请问有《国语》吗？”


“什么？什么语？”


“《国语》，是一本史书，历史方面的……”


“《国语》……好像没有。”


说完她便转身离开。她的表情显得有些惊诧，仿佛是第一次被人问及这本中国最早的国别体史书的名字。而从惊诧中我隐约读出了她对于中国历史的无知与作为一名图书导购人员自身素质的低下，最起码当别人询问这本跟《左传》同样重要的书时她不应当表现得像个门外汉——没看过内容起码应该知道有这本书吧？不然当个图书城的服务员是干吗的？想到这儿我开始怀疑这里所有服务员的业务水平，毕竟这不是图书馆，他们不是图书管理员（图书馆、图书管理员又能怎样？），他们差不多也就是和其他芸芸众生一样在这个浮躁的时代混碗饭吃苟且偷生罢了。


其实对于历史我也很无知，至今仍停留在“知其然，不知其所以然”的地步；我的水平顶多也就能糊弄一下今天这位服务员（我只知道《国语》是一本史书），这似乎很对不起历史教师出身的老爹；而语文教师出身的老妈，我似乎更是无颜以对——我曾经声称用英语我能更好的表达。除开汉语的模糊与英语的相对精确，剩下的其实是自己对于母语的无端漠视。很无奈，从小到大我就讨厌语文课，讨厌所有的语文课本，更讨厌语文老师的讲述方式。记得高一的时候又一次我在作文本的批注栏用英语写了一行很小的句子，意思是说我对当时一切关于语文的东西毫无兴趣。本来以为语文老师看不懂的，可谁知道她毕竟也是过了四级的师范本科毕业，作文本发下来以后那行英语下面多了一行中文，我至今还记得是这么写的：“什么？没兴趣？我要你对语文学习产生极大的兴趣！”这似乎是个病句，不过看得出语文老师还是有些情绪的。她布置的作业我经常是公开不做的。可那又能怪谁呢？在目前的教育体制和文化背景下，语文教学很难有所突破，很难赢得学生的好感。很无奈，当今的国人一窝蜂的学英语，捧着英语——图书城里各式各样的英语书占了大大的四个书橱，比古汉语和历史部分的总和还要多。不过图书城没有错，除非是市场出了问题。很无奈，我似乎也更重视英语而一直忽略母语。无论为何学英语，为了“前途”也好，为了深造、提高也好，或者仅仅因为兴趣也好，中国人毫无理由抛弃自己的语言。更深层的原因比如全球化（实为西方化）、强势文化对于弱势文化的打压、后现代等等我不想在这儿提，因为我相信很多人看到这些东西会嗤之以鼻，所以我也没必要自找没趣自作多情矫揉造作无病呻吟。爱谁谁爱咋咋地统统跟我没关系，而我也还会一如既往一边继续用英语写博客一边扇自己的嘴巴同时假惺惺的忏悔。


现在是二月五号，六个多小时以后我和老妈就在回老家过年的火车上了，相信那又将是一场战争——人民战争。老爹则要晚几天再回。为什么过年要回家？因为要让你知道中国是世界面积第三人口第一的泱泱大国。而现在过年又是个什么东西呢？除了吃吃喝喝睡大觉走亲戚串门儿似乎没别的内容了，而这些东西放到春节来干似乎很浪费资源，想想全国十三亿人同一天晚上将要吃掉多少斤鸡鸭鱼肉大米稀饭、喝下去多少吨的二锅头五粮液茅台？春节晚会我已经记不清是什么概念了，上次看似乎还是在高一。今年我一样不会看，要是看了我就在三十儿夜里顺着汉江漂流到武汉，以此来表达对于这个以北方观众为对象、以农民作为笑料取悦城里人、北京的“爷”们一手操办自吹自擂的所谓“春节大餐”的极度不满。


外公外婆家不能上网，博客会停几天。不过也无所谓，我的独白不一定非要公开，呵呵。


春节愉快先。
4.2.05 18:51


Snowflakes Dance Again

Once again,yet again,it snowed.Seems that it's been such a privilege to have snow during Spring Festival season and it was at least five year's ago since it snowed in SF season here in WH.The truth is,it snowed on the Lunar New Year's Eve in Xiangfan,a medium-sized city where I and other folks celebrated the SF.Will the auspicious snow bring on a pregnant coming new year?For the peasants it may mean a lot more.I don't care if pregnant or prosperous.I only wish it a peaceful year for me,nothing more but peaceful.






 
11.2.05 16:18


Message In A Bottle on V Day

"It may be that most of  us write our own life story,making it up as we go along.But others seem to have lives that are already shaped and planned,inescapable,perfect as a circle."


                              ——Theresa Osborne(Robin Wright Penn)in Message In A Bottle



Fatalism?Maybe.We each have our own destiny,either heading for tomorrow or yesterday."People get hurt,and they shut down...until the pain fades away."I doubt it though.So many of us would seek a bandage,bandage that ties ourselves to the past,rather than seek a way out and live on.


It's V Day today.I bet lots of lovers will choose to stay with each other.Lots of red roses will be given and received,lots of kisses will be done,lots of chocolates will be eaten.But others--lonely men and women scattered around the world--would probably bury in their living memories,thinking of their lost love and the days gone by.Some might go into a narrative of what-might-have-beens.Some might be regretful for their faults.So,many of us will feel like crap,lots of tears may be sheded. 


I kept wondering this question after seeing Message In A Bottle,the movie based on Nicholas Sparks' bestseller:are we the shadow of our past?


For some sentimental nerves,the answer is yes.Professions of psychology would lable them the reactive type.All in a while,they'd act upon the conditions that reflect their changing mood or state of mind.One gets blue so easily.Garret Blake(Kevin Costner) does and we all do.Don Henley would tell you "we're all just prisoners of our own device."For them,life is already shaped like a perfect circle,inescapable.Especially when one's ongoing life is constantly confronted with experiences that are frustrating at the least,tragic at the most.And nine out of ten are likely to come to such a point.Nine are human,one devine.


Some say what discerns such reactive type and the relatively proactive type is Attitude.I don't know.What does attitude mean anyway?I only know when I reached the point filled with despair one and a half years ago Mom tried to console by telling me that life is consisted of pain and sorrow way more than happiness and smile.


"You are a young man there're plenty of pain awaiting you out there.You'll experience more and learn more."


If there is only TIME that will wash everthing away,I'd rather choose to keep all my memories,both the painful and the happy parts.And Attitude,in the long run,plays its role only as a self-deception instrument that temporarily serves as a healing power,like the words Mom told me or any comfort you may receive from your families or friends.I always believe erasing the bad part of one's memory so that to make one feel better is an act of recreance and betrayal of one's past.We're of a nation that's fond of saying "let the past be past." and using it as an excuse for almost anything.Isn't this an attitude of cutting responsibility?


Nietzsche would tell that "Blessed are the forgetful,for they get the better even of their blunders." Dante Gabriel Rossetti might probably offer a rhetorical question "What shall assuage the unforgotten pain and teach the unforgetful to forget?"


One does not have to forget.One cannot.What is needed perhaps is a fire,either a new hope of life or a new love,to bright up one's future.What if the fire gets extinguished one day?Would there be darkness again?Yes,the fire is bound to put out and there would be much more painful darkness if one could not make the grade to look into oneself and seek the ultimate fire within one's heart,namely the fire of self-reliance,mentally and spiritually.After all,the only redeemer on earth is no other but one's very own self.


"Now you choose,between yesterday and tomorrow.Pick one and stick with it." May this,the Dodge Blake(Paul Newman) quote,serves as a trigger of your gut fire and may you walk out of your shadow with it.
14.2.05 18:28


我的年龄，我偏执

贴个东西，心理年龄鉴定，还是Ver 3.0的。早两年的时候好像也玩儿过，那么大概就是Ver 1.0或者2.0吧。这回第一次鉴定结果如下：


心理年龄：33


与实际年龄相差-12岁


幼稚度：32%


成熟度：68%


老化度：24%


第二次把实际年龄改成了22，结果如下：


心里年龄：35


幼稚度：24%


成熟度：71%


老化度：25%


两次结果相差不大。我就已经33或者35了？真要到了这个年龄想必我也是左手抱着媳妇儿右手抱着小孩儿了。肩上的担子越来越重，要事业，要养家，要教子……还好爹妈有稳定收入不用我来养。不过想想看，真要这样那我的心态恐怕也就和其他同年龄段男人趋同了：拼命赚钱。依我现在的心态，这是我所鄙视的。很坦然，也很豁达，我比原来似乎更加超脱，和世俗间的距离也渐行渐远，慢慢向自我回归。


昨天晚饭的时候，CCTV6里放的是《庐山恋》。三人边吃边赏。庐山的景色是精致与磅礴的结合，然而倘若这种景色之下，人文关怀被浓厚的意识形态所取代，拍出来的电影是什么味道？没看多久，我开始毫不客气的对这种虚假大加批判。为什么国内过去、现在的导演们没几个会讲故事？没几个将眼光从“庞大”的意识形态转移到“渺小”的人性？没几个能潜心挖掘出好的题材？几年前的《大鸿米店》是部好片子，但是被禁。理由似乎是“有消极的内容，对社会容易产生消极的影响”。这让我想起了高中时语文老师布置的一篇《寒假见闻》，我写了一座小城的封闭与自我封闭，老师给的评语是“文笔还不错，就是调子有点灰。”在他看来，我的主题或者基调应当是过年时的喜庆与欢乐。好笑啊，基调是我定的，感情也是我自己的，我高兴与否与你何干？明明不高兴明明悲观却非要强装笑脸，老师您不累么？


很快，老爹开始向我还击，介绍这部电影的时代背景，说是大陆刚开始改革，CCP想主动和KMD破开坚冰于是拍了这部片子。哈哈，好啊，爱情就偏偏要被国家民族甚至意识形态所左右，这就是中国式的搞笑，这就是政治的恶臭。我反击，老爹最终招架不住，但却还说你的思想不要过于西化了，不要对中国的事情中国的规则统统嗤之以鼻了。可我就越来越鄙视中国思维，鄙视中华文化中卑劣却被现在的芸芸众生视为行事准则的东西，鄙视当前的功利心态和国人的精神空虚。这么看来，我还是最喜欢鲁迅的。


《中国大学生》（现在应该叫做《大学生》了）上看到过一篇国外大学生评价中国大学生的东西，说中国的大学生功利心重，追求所谓成功，看重物质生活。上面也有国内大学生的回应，记得有一条是这么说的吧，“国外生活水平比国内高多了，机会也多多了，你们不用被生活所累，所以可以放手干自己喜欢的事情而不必太过担心未来的生存……国内竞争这么激烈……我就是要成功，就是要成为精英式的人物……”


双方都有道理。不过我还是想说，后者的人格是不健全的，已然具有了轻度的偏执心理。所以，可以说大部分中国当代大学生们的人格也都是不健全的。试问咱们中间有几个人能够放下假惺惺的精英式的臭架子，到街头广场卖艺为生？我听过的一个故事是，国外一个老兄就通过街头卖艺买了房子买了车，之后也还是照样在街头卖艺而没有因为财富的积累改变原来的生活状态，理由仅仅是“喜欢这种生活”。我办不到。第一我没有手艺，第二我的脸皮还不够厚实以至于能够抵挡众人的风言风语和能够淹死人的口水。但当我在电视里看到成都的一个大学生毕业之后擦皮鞋擦出自己的一片天地时，我由衷的钦佩。至少，国内民众的价值观还是多元的；至少，还能找到坚持自己理想逆水而上的人。


我就向往平静的生活，不需要丰厚的物质享受，一个月1000/5000/10000我都接受，只要我能干自己喜欢的事情，不在乎赚多少钱。我在撒谎么？或许吧，我还是那么向往“舒适”的生活，向往每天回到家能够有吃有喝有电视DVD能上网还有一张床。毕竟我没法靠精神去填饱肚子。


但是我就一定要学理工科么？从开始过年到现在，我已经不止一次听到“学文科没地位、没前途”这种话了。好啊，有种你们这些人统统不学汉字就去看《九章算术》吧，最好能研究出点儿东西，得个诺贝尔数学奖更是好得不能再好。行啊，我就宁愿没地位、没前途，怎么地吧，跟你有关吗？你走你的阳关道，我过我的独木桥。


看来我更加偏执，快成偏执狂了。
15.2.05 21:20


Yahaaaa

In commemoration of the web counter reaches 5000!Five thousand clicks from 23 March,2004.Quite a milestone!


此贴纪念点击数达到5000！
16.2.05 18:22


Went to the dormitory this afternoon to check if everybody's back from their long vacation.Actually there won't be another winter vacation for most of us,some of the others might have another two if they pass the graduate school entrance exam and go on with the master's degree.It finally turned out that there were eight of the boys,excluding me.We had dinner out together and drank some beer.


Oh yes,dropped by the post office to dispatch the book someone ordered online.Now here's Dad's little secrect:he opened his personal second-hand online bookstore weeks ago.It's kind of a C2C e-biz service provider free of charge so Dad gathered all his books he wanted to sell and got registered.One guy made an order and paid so Dad asked me to cash the money order and send the book.However,I don't think he's gonna get another order.Simply because all the books he put on the shelf have been neglected by HIMSELF--he threw them there,walked away without taking good care of them.I mean the proper classification,reasonable pricing or even promotion that might stand a store out from other ordinary ones.But who knows.This out-of-nowhere order was surprise enough.Maybe a much bigger surprise is on its way.Just wait and see how it goes.


Hopefully the coming semester won't bother much.I'll cross my fingers for that.
19.2.05 21:49


We speak languages,which is not enough

I found this when searching relevant information of universities of the UK and their admission requirement. 


" ...it is not just linguistic ability that separates us from other animals. "


The conclusion alleged that mathematical ability would still remain if one lost its linguistic ability and would be able to even work out maths problems like 5-2 is 3,5 divided by 20 is a quarter,etc.They said a study with several guys who got aphasia demonstrated that.


Ok,they may be right and I won't be surprised if one day they came up with another brakethrough saying that they'd taught the monkey how to correctly caculate that 5 times 4 is 20 without knowing how to sing "Baby one more time" or "Oops,I did it again".lol


Which I don't even see a chance in.I'm not convinced.


The time has come to a point when I have to consider writing the dissertation of my secondary major.Seems that I would procrastinate another month if my life keeps going on like a hibernating polar bear,albeit the deadline will never be extended.I'll venture into the school library which I don't even know how to borrow a book within,to search some materials.Guess I'll need some expired periodicals containing some data specifically helpful to a pie chart or a bar chart whatsoever.


Happy Lantern Fesitival in advance!
22.2.05 18:33


Gitanjali:Song Offerings--the anthology update

Thou hast made me endless,such is thy pleasure.This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again,and fillest it ever with fresh life.


This little flute of reed thou hast carried over hills and dales,and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.


At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.


Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine.Ages pass,and still thou pourest,and still there is room to fill.


 


Dropped by a BOL book store on my way school for a junk instruction of the coming internship from a spammer lecture.Found this masterpiece of anthology and bought two,one for me,one for a friend as her birthday present.Great value for money and worth reading,always.


Carefree winter days are numbered.The coming journey will be very hard,I know that.


罗宾德拉纳特·泰戈尔(Rabindranath Tagore)的诗集《吉檀迦利》，不定时更新。
24.2.05 18:10


When thou commandest me

When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride;and I look to thy face,and tears come to my eyes.


All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony--and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.


I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.I know that only as singer I come before thy presence.


I touch by the edge of the far spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.


Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.
25.2.05 19:52


Fragments


Life is made up of countless fragments,either intact or injured.  
26.2.05 17:47