七月 2007的归档这是一个让人敬仰的人物.我正要放心大胆地漫说“一”字，因为解说这个字一定不会有拆字穿凿之嫌。
可见“一”是最简单的汉字，而且我不必为了追求语言的准确性而在上文“最简单”一词之后缀上“之一”，因为“一”不仅只有一笔，而且只用写得比一点稍长即可（汉字中还有一笔写成的字如“乙”，但明显比“一”要多弯上两弯）。
“一”不但最简单，而且往往呈褒义。文言文中，“一”有“全”义，比如“一心一意”即“全心全意”，“一国之内”即“举国之内”。
我臆测：也正是因为“一”的以上两点好处，文人们在无字可用的时候往往投奔“一”的阵营。比如毛泽东的“一从大地起风雷”，周邦彦的“水面清圆，一一风荷举”——没有“一”字丝毫不影响表情达意，但为了“凑足”字数，合乎格律，古今文人们纷纷选择了“一”字，并且收到了意想不到的使诗文富有意境的奇特效果。另外“一”作为数词，也是创制工对的良好材料，比如王安石的“一水护田将绿绕，两山排闼送青来”。
不仅文人好着“一”字，而且求“一”之心可谓亘古不变——司马迁曾说他创作《史记》是为了“究天人之际，通古今之变，成一家之言”，因此，“一”字有表示独树一帜，成家立论的潜在使用可能。成语中有“九九归一”，可见“一”有“统一”的潜在含义；至今，我中华民族仍在盼望“海峡两岸，早日归一”，而且我们也正“一”如继往地为此目标努力。校训中又有“追求卓越，求争第一”，可知“一”还有“卓尔不群”的潜在含义。
“追求卓越，永争第一”也正是当今我们众多学海中人的求知心态，其实不如说是考试心态，因为“闻道有失后，术业有专攻”，做学问本身无所谓“永争第一”，只有考试是具象的，可以用分数来排序的。或许也因此，我们可以发现一个有趣的现象：八十年代后出生的孩子们的名字里“一”字出现的频率越来越高。这是为什么呢？我想，首先，如上文所述，“一”字呈褒义，寄托了父母对后代的美好期待，尤其是在考场中有所作为的期待；另外，也是最重要的一点，“一”字简单好写，可在考试中节约很多填写姓名的时间。姓丁的人家往往把这种优势发挥到极致——给孩子取名叫“丁一”，也就是说，这孩子的姓名总共只用写三笔，也就是说，当别的孩子把姓名填写完毕时，他们已经写完两个小题了，因此我看好这些孩子们，愿他们在考场中有所作为。
这恐怕就是“一”字最伟大的作用了，但我不希望这个最简单美好的汉字承担这样具有种内斗争消极色彩的历史意义。
by DC黄昏画辑 我还不知有这样一种荡漾， 就像浮在柔波中的舷窗。 翻开黄昏的画辑， 让片片夕阳从我的指缝溜过， 却又偷偷回头张望。 金光薄薄地敷在墙上， 远处传来的嬉闹声， 却努力把它搅成， 浓得化不开的糖浆， 粘住时间的翅膀， 再被云托上天空， 变作那圆圆的月亮。 云是朵朵飘动的油彩， 却被晚归的鸟儿的羽毛， 调得淡开，再淡开。 风等不及拂拭天空， 夜等不及拾起时间的碎片， 我不忍合上这本黄昏的画辑， 只好让我的影子， 融入夕阳。 城市流感这是我的城市， 我期待着你们的到来。 烟囱、高楼是无言的旁观者， 冷眼看着天空的残破； 连麻雀、知了都被警告， 花朵也被无端的退去了颜色。 孩子们的画册里只有， 圆规划出的月亮、直尺比出的河。 这是我城市的夜， 期盼熄灭的灯笼一盏一盏， 却等来亮起的灯一颗一颗。 逃离璀璨， 带着盼你的心在夜空下寻找： 我的城市有无数为你而打开的窗； 我的城市有无数瞩望你的眼。 阳台上的花， 楼层间的纸飞机， 甚至小屋里不成调的小提琴， 在每个人的愿望里， 都是悬在头上的星。 我却妄想得到你的允诺， 因为只设想一些“如果”。 如果可以， 我渴望得到一棵圣诞树， 不要玩具、彩球和糖果， 挂着真实、童话和欢乐； 如果可以， 我渴望化作一股强风， 吹破周围的网， 推翻心中的墙。 如果可以， 我只让世界暂停一秒， 让忙碌的人们抬起头 将微笑定格； 如果可以， 我要奖城市涂成干净的白色， 让一切恢复原有的规则。 我的城市回响着无数相同的呐喊， 我的城市充满了无数一样的渴盼。 我深信你将会来临。 因此， 我坚信你已经来临。
我是被万能的MW学长拉去的 豆瓣简介如下： 成立于2007.6.26日，enty出的主意，然后有了桃园三结义 介绍http://www.douban.co 咱们可以一起译着玩玩 有任何疑问和建议均可在此提出 本小组在google groups的地址：http://groups.google 翻译相关目前我翻了三篇 广告完毕 标签：喻园往事
昨天晚上花了三个小时把《十年》译成了英文 Ten years Ten years seems a dream in wonderland. Ten years later, I may be in Beijing No far is it from the sea to the sky. How about the mountains and the long way to go? Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years ago, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later Ten years later, Ten years later, Ten years later Ten years later, Ten years later, 上课的时候Eric让我们表演一个短剧 ABC很歧视那个FOB(Fish off Boat） 然后给我们看了他大学写的这首诗 他朗诵的时候很快也并没有很多感情 我开始想象这样一个尴尬的人 白人不会真正喜欢他的黄皮肤 一直到大学 不说了 Confessions As performed at the National Collegiate Poetry Slam, 2001 When my friends come and visit it’s custom now for them to stop, sniff, and say, “your house smells like rice” which of course I wouldn’t know because I live here; so I believe them and reply “must be the slanty eyes.” I wasn’t always Asian. When I was 8 years old and the other kids were just beginning to see color I had to take the Asian entrance exam. I failed three times: first because I couldn’t cook fried rice, second because I didn’t know Kung-Fu and third because my white friends always beat me at ping-pong. But now I’m Chinese, passed with flying colors thanks to the color of my skin and now everyone asks me to say something in Chinese for them like: “Mu gu gai pan” “Kung pao chicken” “Lucky Happy Shimp-Flied Kitchen.” . . . Some days I try not to be Asian: When I was 17 I took a half-Jamaican girl to prom (proudly scandalized my mom) but then everyone called me a rotten banana black on the inside but still— yellow on the outside. I wanted to be a peach: flesh-colored and deep inside but All Asians may look alike but we certainly don’t look white. My mother asks me when I’ll get a Chinese girlfriend preferably pre-med, she says, and doesn’t seem to understand that Asian girls only go for white guys because they’re deep and dangerous and have larger— But I’m supposed to know all the Chinese girls anyway— people always ask me “Do you know I-Chen Ching? Ching Chong Chang? Halle Berry? Well actually she/he’s Korean/Japanese/Vietnamese/Mexican but I thought you might know her/him anyways.” I do know every Asian in the city: It’s part of the Buddha mafia. Yes we are conspiring to overthrow the United States that’s why we’re all engineers and doctors or running donut stores except for me, I teach music and write poems I think it makes me dangerous. My father thinks it makes me a disgrace to the Asian community he doesn’t show up at my performances and still shows off all my high school math and physics trophies in the basement to all his friends, tells them I got into Harvard Engineering He says I could have been brilliant. He says I could have been brilliant? My mother keeps fruit trees in the garden, two Asian pear trees that don’t transplant well in the soil. It’s not like Shanghai where her family had an orchard She still remembers. She still remembers 1948 was when she couldn’t bring the fruit overseas or her uncle, who was shot when they came for the land and left the blossoms crimson. Now they’re building a highway behind her backyard that isn’t big enough for my mother’s garden and I wonder how bitter the soil is now that every morning my mother wakes up to the uprooting of the ground. This is the closest I will come to know to her China, the sense of shaking, sudden starts in the night a jackhammer or sickle I don’t know what it is she dreams. She plants tree I write my congressmen. My congressman writes back: “Thanks for your concern. It’s people like you that make our country run.” . . . I want to buy my mother a new house— one with cherry trees in the back, only I am no millionaire or engineer but a musician that’s sorry I couldn’t do more or be more for my family that fled from home for me only so that I might flee home here. But I’ll come back and visit and so will my friends, and god I hope they tell me the house smells like rice and god I hope it does smell like rice and god I hope it will never smell like rice to me because it’s still my home and because sometimes I think, slanty eyes aside, it’s what I’ve left. it’s what I’ve left.
March, 2001 标签：喻园往事
上图是我和猴子的合影 首先声明：我不是故意占别个便宜的……只是想象力太丰富加上YY成习而已…… 这张是第一天在十堰下车，张同学陪我们逛十堰
下面这一张是她把我们三个甩了回家之后我们在六堰广场一个很脏很烂又很贵的小餐馆吃晚饭，我正在思考点什么菜……
两张叠在一起，就成了这样……
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