My Complex Mood  posté le jeudi 26 novembre 2009 08:18

This evening, I invited five friends to have a supper together, just for fun.

Everybody was busy in their experiments this term, and we had little time to stay together to have a talk. Therefore, we longed for such a party several days ago.

We talked about our experiments, majors, supervisors and problems in our lives this evening. I felt extremely relaxed when I told them my recent situation, and to my surprise, their lives in their labs sounded terrible. Why I am interested in communications is that everybody can acquire a considerable amount of useful information from others. For example, I am indeed a lucky one compared to my other classmates.

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I wonder whether I was a little old or the pressures on my experiments were a bit heavier, I don’t think I work hard recently and always complain this and that. Sometimes, I even think that why not find a job next year after my graduation instead of pursuing of further study in abroad. Studying in foreign countries will be a much more hardworking job.

While, the happiest moment for me now is no more than walking with my BF around our campus after the supper, especially after a whole day’s boring experiments. He confessed that he has the same feeling as me.

I am an ambitious girl. However, where is my ambition, and what is wrong with myself?

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回溯兒時  posté le jeudi 03 septembre 2009 09:13

今天与母亲通了很久的电话,就像是儿时母亲讲了个故事一般漫长,不过今日更多的是我在诉说,母亲在倾听。

母亲自我出生以后就辞了工作,在家闲着。每日买买菜,照料她的那几盆花,偶尔有人叫她搓搓麻将。母亲总是说,她提早退休了。不知是不是闲了后,人会不时的发发呆,想起过去的事情,一点一滴的把岁月回溯。随之而来的便是对于时间,离别,死亡的敏感日渐加剧。在外上学这已是第三年,母亲送我时还是流泪。

夜里总是有些安逸,母亲在另一端看着电视,说话时总会打岔,我要挂电话,母亲又有些不舍。我就在另一端讲着自己的故事,给母亲听。

讲述都是那些琐碎的事情,忽然很想找一个人听听那些早已远去的故事。譬如,小时候的事情。只是母亲,比我还要知道的多。

小学的时候,每写作文总要慨叹一下时光的流逝,用些一寸光阴一寸金之类的话语。作文的开头也总是写:“记忆就像是海边的贝壳……”那时的慨叹,只是为了应付一篇五百字的作文,并不懂什么是真正的光阴,什么是真正的记忆。

现代社会总是习惯在夜晚或者了无事事的年岁制造些哀伤,或者小资的情调。比如,我们站在阳光罅隙间,想起过往的岁月,忽然悲伤的厉害。

这是一种彻头彻尾的矫情,只是当初读时还是不免触动。书上说,悲伤是因为离别。我只是想起了那早已离别的童年。

儿时的故里是个小镇子,住着砖砌的房子。四五户人家连成一排,排与排之间隔着十几米的距离。邻居很多,大部分都是邻居的邻居。不过那个年代,没有什么网络。大人们下了班,夜里就聚在一起打打麻将,小孩们被带到一起呆在一户人家的院子里玩着过家家。家家户户渐渐也就熟络了起来。

印象最深的还是周围的青山,有一座山宛似屁股。大家都戏称它为屁股山,每每五一国庆放假(当然,那时的假期不是现在这么长)表姐和表哥总要带着我们去爬爬山,顺便带个西瓜。大家都爬到山顶的时候,表姐把西瓜切开,大家围在一起嬉笑着,吃着。那时,表哥站在山头,山不高却可以将整个镇子都瞧得清楚。表哥说,改明带张白纸在这山上画张镇子的地图。

不过这个想法,表哥一直没有实现。现在的他跟地质八竿子打不着,安安稳稳的在深圳做着工程师。

下山的时候,我还意外的看见一具不知被谁遗弃的尸体,是个孩童大致四五岁。那时,年幼壮着胆走进了瞧了瞧。表姐在一旁不敢接近,见我走去惊恐的叫我回去。我动了动那具尸体,它翻了个身露出早已干化得面容。那是第一见到死亡,不过并不知道死亡。

回去的路上表姐一直哆嗦不停,说着什么不吉利之类的话。我到家时,表姐临了还嘱咐道:“晚上睡觉的时候,把袜子压在枕头底下,辟邪。”翌日,听闻表哥夸张的叙述着夜里的鬼压身,不过他说时是笑着的,像是在叙述与自身毫不相关的事情。表姐却在一旁摆着严肃的神色。

那些年幼的时候,总是对着世界充满如此的想象。不知时间,不知死亡,甚至不知这样的岁月转瞬即逝。

家在高原,所以夏季时总是凉爽的。那时父亲轮休回家,父亲蹲在门口摆弄着坏掉的桌椅。远远的传来,卖雪糕的声音。我便像是得了莫大的喜讯冲出门去,爬在父亲的背后嚷着要吃雪糕。父亲也总是依我,递给我两元钱。

两元钱的雪砖是最大的奢侈,全部都是甜甜的奶油。可是只是方方一块,只能隔着油纸抓着,常常吃得手冷。

现在四处充溢着各色的雪糕,有巧克力的,有混合的,有什锦果味的。只是再也不会吃到小时候的那般滋味了。

味觉也随时间改变,现今母亲做了一桌的好菜,父亲却还要在旁回味一下儿时吃过的窝窝头,玉米糊糊。怀旧本该是个古老的词语,像是只有那些年老的人才能用。当我写下这个词语的时候,我才觉得我也在怀旧。

怀念着儿时的味道,儿时的勇莽。

小学的时候读郁达夫的《故都的秋》只是泛泛而读,随着老师朗诵。现在重新读了一遍才知,故都这个字眼的沉重。人总会老去,总会离开最初的故乡,可是那些记忆一直念念不忘,不断惦记着故乡。

我偏执的认为,那些都是一种回溯,再一次寻找童年的记忆。若是没有了童年的记忆,怕是故乡物是人非后都也只是满目苍凉。这也难怪,这故乡多美,萧瑟的秋也惹人怜爱。郁达夫写道,秋天,这北国的秋天,若留得住的话,我愿把寿命的三分之二折去,换得一个三分之一的零头。

白驹过隙,苍苍数年,白了头。现今,再一次写到童年,写到那些逝去的时间,写到数十载的记忆。我却感到格外的沉重,我终于知道当自己学着回忆,学着苍老的时候,写下时间这般话语是何等的踟蹰不安,难以下笔。

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Standing in The Tropic of Cancer  posté le mercredi 18 juin 2008 06:39

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A childhood teacher once told me: The tropic of Cancer is a magical line of demarcation of climate, the temperate zone, the tropical zone; The sun roast meat flame  gradually, cold current reach here become warm suddenly.

I left the homeland and crossed Tropic of Cancer to the south seashore when growing up, all shuttled back and forth on the line in this magical latitude back and forth as the migratory bird every year from then on, but has never clarified what mountain ranges and rivers its concrete dotted line passed by.

It it is said the Tropic of Capricorn place temperate and moist and pleasant for everything last honour,seek I by traces of sth. of it from geographical textbook careful once, but has found its land starting point on the edge of nefud of the Sahara. From north African to west Asia, a stretch of yellow sand is endless. Cold current scorching hot grit, the equator blazing sun toast the creature of the temperate zone merciless more and more. Why does the Tropic of Capricorn change the individual character? Why such difference with having in the past of now? I want, step on as many as ten thousand Tropic of Cancer that lie across, go product read these obscure mystery.

Season go times of south Kunshan by I in one midsummer, mountain door a striking poster is capitalized " the north comes back to the oasis on the line ", told me clearly here is Tropic of Cancer, I must meet the wish and stand in the north coming back on the line at last!

South history and culture of Kunshan precipitate perhaps too thin, but whom it have like the one Land of Peach Blossoms American and deep and remote, grit flow Tropic of Cancer of fire extend, come here, go out of bleak and desolate, go out of the travel fatigue, have come into cool world. Block bigly outside the mountain in the heat and noisy forest that is all grown green and freshed, congeal the green place in the cliff, there are only Joan forest of chirping of birds, ravine whistle deep and secluded valley, the Chinese wisteria waves wind, bamboo wood and shakes the feeling, one layer of hill is towering and green, the different mountains cut out the cloud, very pleasing.
 
Perhaps a million years before the mankind has not emerged, this latitude is as beautiful as this mountain everywhere on the line, full ear sound of sounds of nature, meet the eye on every side natural color, birds and beasts fly, ichthyosauru sneak, jump, full of thing compete heaven selecting, cruelty and harmony of the survival of the fittest. Have objective magical strength of transforming, derive out and destroy natural magical strength at the same time since having the mankind, Tropic of Cancer take the place of, take the place of mankind interest toss about, appear prosperity and civilization of city, caused the bleak and desolate and indifference of the desert at the same time. Perhaps originally people all thought the renewable resources such as trees were inexhaustible, then fine long hair to ask for naturally, make the beautiful scenery young grass difficult to leave dust and sand cover day just unbounded. The crazy today when approaches of place to human existence vindictively of desert, I stand in the north coming back on the line, not merely sigh with deep feeling for beauty that it disappears, and have one's heart filled with the vastness of history. If anyone stand in the north coming back on the line like me a million years later, can see the oasis?

And Tropic of Cancer must take the place of the transformations of creator and saboteur, maltreat and ravage to let, been ignoring the common people's confusion all over the world, ignoring procreation and extinction of the biological population all the time, keep silent in eternal eternity.

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