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兰亭序 - [言尽之处 -- 我感动的音乐]
2008-11-23
兰亭临帖 行书如行云流水
月下门推 心细如你脚步碎
忙不迭 千年碑易拓却难拓你的美
真迹绝真心能给谁
牧笛横吹 黄酒小菜又几碟
夕阳余晖 如你的羞怯似醉
摹本易写 而墨香不褪与你共留余味
一行朱砂到底圈了谁
雾涣风月 我题序等你回
悬笔一阙 那岸边浪千叠
情字何解 怎落笔都不对
而我独缺 你一生的了解———— interlude ————
弹指岁月 倾城顷刻青烟灭
青石板街 回眸一笑你婉约
恨了没 你摇头轻叹谁让你蹙着眉
而深闺徒留胭脂味
人雁南飞 转身一瞥你噙泪
掬一把月 手揽回忆怎么睡
又怎么会 心事密缝绣花鞋针针怨对
若花怨蝶你会怨着谁雾涣风月 我题序等你回
手书无愧 无惧人间是非
雨打蕉叶 又潇潇了几夜
我等着泪来提醒你爱谁--
翻来覆去，这几天始终听不厌“兰亭序”。
它不算Jay最出色的中国风，比起“东风破”“青花瓷”和“菊花台”的浑然天成，词曲都有些过于雕琢。却在这种反复纠结的情绪里，仿佛看见张生待月西厢下，看见东坡落泪小轩窗，看见陆游沈园忆唐婉，古典小说里才子佳人的所有闲愁相思都饱饱地蘸上墨，提笔悬腕含蓄委婉地落在宣纸，洋洋洒洒写成了行。
精华在这个“序”上。怦然心动惊鸿一瞥都只是个开始，更多精彩还留在对正文的无限期待。然而此时笔锋一转，忽然人雁南飞弹指岁月，手揽回忆孤枕难眠，镜花水月的碎梦醒来后只余半枕冰凉，还痴心不改地手书无悔。文人才子最大特点就是痴情，或是当年初恋的实体或是梦中情人的幻影，即使人家嫁作他人妇或者芳魂早逝，也总会念念不忘地捧在心头反复思念怀想，直到酿成若干年后一壶陈酿，再让自己醉生梦死永远不得清醒。镌刻的石碑难免字迹模糊灰飞烟灭，而落在宣纸上的思念却总能深植千年，在发黄的记忆里鲜活如初。
于此想起了另一首很爱的Jay作，可以算是巴比伦版的爱情序言：
“我给你的爱写在西元前/深埋在美索不达米亚平原/用楔形文字刻下了永远/那已风化千年的誓言/一切又重演”
爱在西元前。
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我的典型一天 - [似水流年 -- 我身边的生活]
2008-11-21
目前我的典型生活是这样滴：
7：20am: 设定的叫醒闹钟时间，拍之并继续睡；
7：45am: 努力醒来，挣扎起床；
8：15am: 各种收拾完毕，出门；
8：30am: 思考并寻觅早饭种类、时间、地点；
8：45am: 出现在实验室，开电脑，登录MSN和BBS，查邮件，看星运；
9：00am: 上午半场工作开始；
11：00am: 上午半场工作结束，思考午饭时间、地点、人物、种类；
11：00-12：00：午饭
12：00-13：00 pm: 午饭归来，MSN上和A/B/C/D等人闲扯；
13：00-14：00 pm：午睡；
14：00 pm：开始下午半时工作；
17：00 pm；下午半时工作结束，思考晚饭时间、地点、人物、种类；
17：00-18：00 pm：晚饭；
18：00 pm：回实验室继续晚场工作（90%） or 回寝室（10%）
20: 00 pm：晚自习结束，晚间娱乐时间开始；
22: 30 pm：娱乐活动结束，若未回归收拾东西回归；
23: 00 pm：洗漱时间，和某人各种闲扯；
23: 30 pm：停止八卦，晚间阅读时间开始；
0: 00：熄灯睡觉
另据某评论员同学反映，自从转博以后我就开始很反常了常常回寝过晚以至不能经常众乐，可见之前有多腐败，现在又多悲惨……
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早上努力醒来的时候，忽然做了诡异的梦。记下来：
梦见搬家换寝室，我和圆换到门牌号3013，是位于转角处的一间，屋里有很大的窗户和厚重窗帘。我俩视察以后十分满意，私下欣喜以后睡懒觉更加方便。圆说出去搬东西，我站在门口，忽然看见写字台上浮现出一行字迹：
“阳光照不到的地方，幽灵就会出现”
我结结实实被吓了一跳，回头看圆正意气风发地拎过来我俩乱七八糟的家当，便立刻拉她去看桌上的字迹。此时桌上却什么字都没有了，圆笑话我神神叨叨，我也只好努力说服自己大概刚才是眼花，一边接过她手上的行李开始收拾。这时原本关上的门忽然自己打开，住我们对面的某mm——Z推开门进来，手里提着一把噌亮的小提琴。圆问，**你有什么事吗，Z不语，只是对着我们微笑，我赫然发现她的唇膏异常鲜亮，当即反应过来——她是幽灵！
“圆，快跑啊，她不是人！”
我猛地拉开房门冲出屋外，却感觉像掉进了深渊……
这时才意识到，刚才是个梦而我还没有醒。十分庆幸刚才只是场梦而已，觉得不早了便努力摸索着枕边的闹钟，想要看是不是到了起床的时刻。摸索了半天都觉得使不出力气，明明已经伸手出去，却发现被子根本一动不动。折腾好久才发现，原来，这再次是在梦里……
终于我坐了起来，背后的小寒风吹得嗖嗖冷，却也让人更加清醒。隔床的圆也挣扎着醒了，我跟她打个招呼，想要告诉她刚才奇异的梦，忽然她被子一拱，旁边坐起来另一个人——正是Z，还是刚才那样冲我笑，嘴上鲜亮的唇膏红得惊心！
“圆，你旁边……”
眼前一黑什么东西掉在地上，这次我是真正醒了过来。起来看圆，她还蒙在被子里睡得迷迷糊糊；撩开窗帘，外面已经是个大晴天。
忽然觉得，有阳光真是好啊……
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岁末的秋天 - [似水流年 -- 我身边的生活]
2008-11-16
最喜欢的周末夜晚（如果明天不是周一会更喜欢），似乎很久没有这么悠闲地噼里啪啦敲键盘。外面还在呼呼地刮风，树梢的银杏叶已经没剩下多少，地上反而堆积了厚厚一层；于是想起“枫”的歌词：缓缓飘落的枫叶像思念，我点燃烛火温暖岁末的秋天。
岁末的秋天，突然想家。昨晚梦见家中水漫金山，然后又梦到很多年前的老房子，后院斑驳的青石砖墙上摇曳着几朵淡紫的豌豆花，就跟上次在后海雨儿胡同看到的一样。很怀念那样的平房院落，绿色的纱门后是棕黄的木门和古老的铁锁，左邻右舍隔花架相望鸡犬相闻，决然不是现在被铜墙铁壁隔绝起来的小小空间。窗户正下方的地上摆着一盆山桃花，每年春夏之交它总是首先冒几个淡粉骨朵，花谢后长出毛茸茸的青色果实。花盆旁边有个蚂蚁洞，每当即将下雨时总能看见大群蚂蚁进进出出，忙碌地应对各种可能的意外。爸妈的永久和金狮牌自行车并排停在门前院子里，院门口有两棵被我绑过无数次橡皮筋的小树，每天早晨都有鸟儿在树上啼叫。院落外面是一条三米宽碎石子小路，隔路相望是一排夹竹桃，墨绿叶子和紫红的花，枝干上可以割出乳白色粘乎乎的液体，一度以为那就是所谓的乳胶。就在这小小的院子里我曾经稀里哗啦地晃悠呼拉圈，大呼小叫地学骑自行车，偷偷摸摸觊觎邻居阿姨花架上的七里香，饶有兴趣地给搬食蚂蚁制造无数障碍……所有这些，串成了鲜活的童年记忆。
继续岁末的秋天。然而北京秋天又总是短暂萧瑟，还没来得及好好享受秋高气爽，一夜北风就会凋敝天地，铺天盖地蔓延开初冬气息。干燥凛冽的秋风和春天卷着沙尘的气流一样不讨人喜欢，渐渐习惯这种天气后就学会了躲在室内看旗帜招展，眯起眼睛欣赏地上被风卷起的小漩涡，以及聆听逆风行走时耳际发端的壮烈呼啸。虽然如此，这种场景依然最容易触发孤独和疏离感。N年前也是这样的一个秋天曾发誓不会久留在这个没有归属感的城市，然而最终还是没有离开；现在这里愈加繁华热闹和现代化，可我还是常常迷失在这样的车水马龙中，于灯火阑珊处总能看见那种浓浓淡淡，化不开挥不去的萧瑟。可能是因为太多的风，带走温度的冰冷气流，我不喜欢。
岁末的秋天，不想说再见。月历只剩下最后一页，翻看前面厚厚的记录才发现在已经过去的300多个日夜里，曾经满怀希望和憧憬过的一年又即将走到尽头，故事起了又完完了重起，或许结束或许开始，似乎随时都在上演一部戏的序曲，和另一部戏的结局。一年里经历的那些郁闷和那些欢喜，再想起来大多都是淡然一笑。俱往矣，明天依然会有新的续集。
岁末的秋天,忽然变得唠唠叨叨。也许是精神疲惫，也许是心情回归，就像每年的秋天都会不紧不慢地到来然后再款款让给冬雪，在岁末给出又一个总结。
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青梅煮酒 - [娱乐精神 -- 我休闲的消遣]
2008-11-13
青梅煮酒，曹公与玄德笑谈世间英雄，三国演义中最文雅的交锋，也足够惊心动魄。
人心间的战争最残忍，尤甚千军万马生死决战的满地鲜红。硬碰硬战场上勇者可以胜得光明磊落，而在勾心斗角的竞技场，难便难在猜心。你与我桃园结义，我共你五谷丰登，谁知道下一秒会不会暗地过河拆桥，或者翻脸借刀杀人，又或者诸葛连弩万箭齐发？
因此所有人都不好过。忠臣难，难在幸逢明君；反贼难，难在任务艰巨；内奸难，难在乱世苟全；主公难，难在识人辨心。在“无间道”的游戏中难有侥幸，最怕的便是头顶惊雷功败垂成，可惜英雄气短，红颜薄命。痛定思痛叹便叹罢，重新洗牌再定身份一切从头，正似一轮轮改朝换代，你方唱罢我又登场，看天下谁是英雄。
“东汉末年分三国
烽火连年不休
儿女情长被乱世左右
谁来煮酒”
——有感三国杀。
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[zz] Obama获选感言 - [读万卷书 -- 我推荐的文字]
2008-11-05
72岁的McCain完败给左撇子Obama，这老人家将不再有机会问鼎白宫，然而他还是从容地谢了幕。谈不上多喜欢O，却真的喜欢这篇文字；如果我是美国人，相信看得到战胜目前经济危机的希望。
但愿O做得比说得漂亮。
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If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is a live in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.
It’s the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen; by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the very first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different; that their voice could be that difference.
It’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Latino, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled – Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been a collection of Red States and Blue States: we are, and always will be, the United States of America.
It’s the answer that led those who have been told for so long by so many to be cynical, and fearful, and doubtful of what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.
It’s been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America.
I just received a very gracious call from Senator McCain. He fought long and hard in this campaign, and he’s fought even longer and harder for the country he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine, and we are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader. I congratulate him and Governor Palin for all they have achieved, and I look forward to working with them to renew this nation’s promise in the months ahead.
I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton and rode with on that train home to Delaware, the Vice President-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.
I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last sixteen years, the rock of our family and the love of my life, our nation’s next First Lady, Michelle Obama. Sasha and Malia, I love you both so much, and you have earned the new puppy that’s coming with us to the White House. And while she’s no longer with us, I know my grandm other is watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight, and know that my debt to them is beyond measure.
To my campaign manager David Plouffe, my chief strategist David Axelrod, and the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics – you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you’ve sacrificed to get it done.
But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to – it belongs to you.
I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn’t start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington – it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston.
It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give five dollars and ten dollars and twenty dollars to this cause. It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation’s apathy; who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep; from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on the doors of perfect strangers; from the millions of Americans who volunteered, and organized, and proved that more than two centuries later, a government of the people, by the people and for the people has not perished from this Earth. This is your victory.
I know you didn’t do this just to win an election and I know you didn’t do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime – two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century. Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us. There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after their children fall asleep and wonder how they’ll make the mortgage, or pay their doctor’s bills, or save enough for college. There is new energy to harness and new jobs to be created; new schools to build and threats to meet and alliances to repair.
The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America – I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you – we as a people will get there.
There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won’t agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government can’t solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And above all, I will ask you join in the work of remaking this nation the only way it’s been done in America for two-hundred and twenty-one years – block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.
What began twenty-one months ago in the depths of winter must not end on this autumn night. This victory alone is not the change we seek – it is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were. It cannot happen without you.
So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism; of service and responsibility where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not onlyourselves, but each other. Let us remember that if this financial crisis taught us anything, it’s that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers – in this country, we rise or fall as one nation; as one people.
Let us resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long. Let us remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House – a party founded on the values of self-reliance, individual liberty, and national unity. Those are values we all share, and while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress. As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, “We are not enemies, but friends…though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.” And to those Americans whose supportI have yet to earn – I may not have won your vote, but I hear your voices,I need your help, and I will be your President too.
And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of our world – our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand. To those who would tear this world down – we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security – we support you. And to all those who have wondered if America’s beacon still burns as bright – tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from our the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity, and unyielding hope.
For that is the true genius of America – that America can change. Our union can be perfected. And what we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.
This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that’s on my mind tonight is about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She’s a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing – Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.
She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn’t vote for two reasons – because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.
And tonight, I think about all that she’s seen throughout her century in America – the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can’t, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.At a time when women’s voices were silenced and theirhopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach forthe ballot. Yes we can.
When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs and a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.
When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.
She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that “We Shall Overcome.” Yes we can.
A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination. And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.
America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves – if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made?
This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment. This is our time– to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth – that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can’t, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people:
Yes We Can. Thank you, God bless you, and may God Bless the United States of America.
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11.2的励志 - [似水流年 -- 我身边的生活]
2008-11-02
自从准备转博就一直持续亢奋，直到这个周末才终于睡足了懒觉。没什么想象中的如释重负，感觉像无期徒刑突然被改判了有期，然而要满足大把条件才能如期释放，反而觉得更不轻松。于是在想到底哪一种情况更残酷，是看不到希望的迷茫令人痛苦，还是难以触及的光亮更加遥远。
熬了三天的师兄师姐终究还是在上交论文的前一刻被拦下来，高我一级的师兄也掉进了一轮轮反复投文章的悲惨宿命，一股悲观的气氛开始在实验室里弥漫。低年级的师弟师妹们很沮丧，虽然昨天还笑着安慰他们“我命尤我不由天”，其实到底能乐观到什么程度，如人饮水，冷暖自知。方向、策略、能力、运气，这四个因素都不可或缺必须尽在把握；从进实验室的第一天就得不停地考察和反省自己的前三项，不够的尽快拼命加点，越多越好；然而最重要也是最致命的，却是第四个。我相信师兄师姐们的方向策略和能力都没问题，但他们都是输在了运气。和时间赛跑是残酷的比赛，五年看起来很长，却总发现它远远不够用。过去的三年我运气够好，未来的两年会是怎样，nobody knows。隐隐也开始有点担心，对于不确定性太多的未来；或许我应该现实地把自己逼上绝路，更勤奋点少偷些懒，到明年这时候再回过头来看这问题。
一直都有这样的期望，希望自己内心坚定，目光明澈，笑容温暖，波澜不惊。这是一场艰难的人生修炼，需要跨越过所有堕落沉溺，才能达到淡定平和的至高境界。很久以前老爸曾说，你可以不成功不成才但必须成人；那么现在也一样，即使不能在学术上有所成就，但必须人格完善。生命最难的渡口是选择，如果真过不去这道坎，那就在下个地方给自己找个出口。
鉴于忙起来了有时候会发昏，姑且把这些字码在这里；经常看看想想，也好。
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推荐：犬夜叉同人RPG--魂 - [娱乐精神 -- 我休闲的消遣]
2008-10-27
确认过眼神
我遇见对的人
我挥剑转身
而鲜血如红唇
前朝记忆渡红尘
伤人的不是刀刃
是你转世而来的魂
第一次听到这歌词觉得似曾相识，后来才想起，这就该是犬夜叉从封印中醒来后第一次看见戈薇时的感觉。
去年此时正沉迷于“犬夜叉”，此去经年，昨天打开这款游戏听到熟悉而哀怨的背景音乐，再次不可自拔。
游戏画面很精美，音效很逼真，设计很精巧，里面的四个小游戏玩了三个，赛跑那个稍嫌弱智，跳跃那个中规中矩，开启机关那个算是别出心裁。所有可以获得的物品都用shining 来凸现十分人性化，虽然有点降低了难度。主线情节和支线情节穿插进行，倒不累人。最好的一点，kikyo是player之一，而kagome是npc。
最大的亮点应该是四魂属性设置，根据玩家不同的设置角色表现出不同的资质，据说还会影响故事情节。不知道最后的结尾会有几个，倒是很希望犬夜叉能追回那个在原著里失落的魂魄。
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一碗热汤的关怀 - [一家之言 -- 我偶尔的废话]
2008-10-26
天气越来越冷了，然而还没有开始送暖气；晚上回到寝室的第一愿望，就是想要一碗热乎乎的汤。
很小时我就开始喜欢喝汤，印象中所喜好的很多食物都是和汤有联系的。鲫鱼汤、排骨莲藕汤、白果炖鸡汤，雪豆木耳猪蹄汤、山药竹荪汤等等都是喜欢的。直到现在每次放假前老妈也会提前熬上一锅好汤等我回家，于是汤里面便有了家的味道。
想起高中时中午在学校吃饭，一群人总是不亦乐乎地喝着学校免费的白菜或者豆芽汤，我也一直对这两种廉价的素汤怀有异样感情。那段时间真是单纯，竟然就这么波澜不惊、平淡如汤地过去了。
在英国的那个冬天，没有泡吧的热情于是培养出熬汤的爱好。买来鸡腿先在微波炉里加热到冒油，然后丢到锅里小火熬上一两个钟头，再开始慢慢加菜进去吸收，于是煮好的菜里面就有了鸡肉香喷喷的味道。我一边吃着自己煮的晚饭，一边想着回家以后一定要告诉老妈，我自己终于饿不死了。
现在既没有厨房也没有时间经常熬汤，于是热爱上各种小包装的方便汤，刚好还有个容积合适的杯子喝汤。幻想什么时候屋外才能下起漫天鹅毛大雪，然后在屋里端着一碗热腾腾的浓汤，从手里一直暖和到心里。
再以后以后等到什么时候我自己有了家，也一定会在汤里熬出家的味道。一碗汤满足一家人的胃，温暖一家人的心。
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转博 - [一家之言 -- 我偶尔的废话]
2008-10-23
不管怎样，我想明天应该是个解脱；转博答辩，转过以后我就正式成为第三类人candidate了。
已经不正常地亢奋了十几天，基本每天都是11-12点以后才拖着疲惫的身体回到寝室，然后倒头就睡。从来没有因为准备什么事情熬夜到这个程度，也算是又一个第一次，我想。仔细想想从小到大还真没为什么事情这么认真过，很多年前的各种考试也好，重大活动也好，唯一有点可比性的得算原来中学体育课每次测八百，我也会提前就有这样一个亢奋状态，一次又一次在心里策划战略战术。其实这又何尝不是一次长跑，已经跑了三年的长跑，现在该到达极点了。就像爬上了一个长长的缓坡，风景尽收眼底之后却发现力气也消弭殆尽。据说有很多人就是在这时候选择了下山，提前退出学术研究，然后去开辟另一片天地。我也会退出吗？很多人这样问我，我也这么问过自己。也许在彼时彼地，但是，应该不是现在。
一直以来都认为自己是个有自信的人，也从未担心过在众人面前讲不清楚自己的意图。但是这次的PPT，仅仅32页，却在无数个夜里看了又看改了又改；开题报告也是这样，一个字一个字敲打出来，看到的却是三年的时光。这三年里送走了很多人也迎来很多新面孔，于是觉得自己像一根轴，大家都在不停来来去去，只有自己还在原地。这一周里总是反复想起很多过去的事，包括在南安缓如流水的六个月，那些天高云淡、简单快乐的日子竟还是闪闪地发着光，像蓝天下金黄的银杏叶一样鲜活亮丽。然而很多事却改变了，同去的师兄转硕了，师姐所在的实验室竟然很快就要从学院里撤销。我大概算是最好运的，回来后一年多有了篇文章被接收，课题到现在还能继续走下去。这是命吗？
我知道自己远远不算最好的，早已经被同班几个发文章如灌水的大牛打击到了；然而还是坚持自己的小小满足，做不到为学术献身，只求乐在其中。觉得搞科研应该是一种态度，真的不喜欢了就不要再勉强，更犯不着为之要死要活。明天的答辩报告我会把它当作一个故事来讲，讲这个故事的起承转合而不只是单纯罗列数据结论；应该在里面尽量展现出自己的学术思想，而不只是告诉大家我是一台合格的实验机器。不管怎样，但愿一切顺利。
有些感冒了，大概亢奋这么久以后免疫系统也有些疲软。明天过后需要好好韬光养晦，未来的路还很长。
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逝者如斯 - [似水流年 -- 我身边的生活]
2008-10-15
10月9号凌晨，爷爷（老爸的亲爹）去世了。据说走得很安详，享年98岁。
老爸说这是喜丧，所以大家都不甚悲伤。生老病死都是自然轮回，生时尽孝，足够了。
还有老爸写的挽联：“爱国为民、投笔从戎、一生艰辛成勋业；忠公好义、勤思善学、百岁令誉耀后昆。”他还将继续写篇祭文，以资纪念。
最近忙得要死没办法回去，代表我哀思的只是委托家人送的花圈而已。愿爷爷一路走好，他终于要和我未曾谋面的奶奶于九泉下重逢了。
The SKY above me
有梦，有爱，便是天堂。
