琐事，随想

1) 终于读了 Jhumpa Lahiri 的小说 The Namesake，我很是喜欢。这是讲一家印度移民在美国落地生根的故事，透着些伤感。让我特感动的有三段：一是儿子 Gogol 去处理爸爸的后事，面对空空的公寓默默流泪（哎，我都记不清是他流泪了还是我流泪了）；另一段是曾经胆怯的儿子想起和爸爸一起手拉手在鳕鱼角的尖尖上一直走到海里，爸爸说，儿子你要记住今天我们一起做的这件快乐的事；再一段是妈妈要搬回印度前最后一次在家请朋友聚会，儿子去拿相机拍照，在纸箱里发现当年爸爸送给他的那本果戈里（ Gogol, thus the namesake）的短篇小说集，爸爸的笔迹写着“the man who gave you his name, from the man who gave you your name”。我唏嘘不止。不准备看电影，一般电影都比书差多了，那电影的招贴画让我认为是一部爱情片。我不认为这是本爱情小说。

2）前些日子随大溜订了个可听书 The Time Traveler's Wife，还且等了一段时间呢。很多人会觉得这本书或电影很浪漫，原谅我一点儿也没感觉，反而认为一个大老爷们老男人不该时空旅行回到从前去打扰一个小女孩的成长。本来吗，小女孩应该和同龄人一起长大，也许和一个小男孩青梅竹马，两小无猜。这本书实在听得我度日如年。我一个科学工作者尤其觉得书中对男主角时空旅行的解释－－基因的突变－－非常非常地费解，这一点就已经很可笑了，所以我无法产生浪漫的感觉。哎，不知道这说明了我的什么心理。

3）上个月有一天这里突袭抓时代广场爆炸案的有关人士。其中那两个人住的地方就在我原来住的地方同一个街区。哎，你永远不知道你周围住的是什么人。那天我还看见有三架直升机呈静止状态盘旋在Brookline上空，就好像好莱坞大片的架势，但是其实是执行这一次抓人的任务。我思索了20秒钟我要不要拍照，然后否定了，因为我在开车，掏相机要至少30秒，这种场景还不好取景。等我转到BU Bridge的时候，就看到一个路人，用一个卡片机拍这些直升机。看来有新闻敏锐力的，不止我一人。还有，你们是不是也觉得爆炸案嫌疑犯太笨了？当然，这是我们的幸运。

4）为什么我有两个音乐播放器，加起来放了至少50G的音乐，我还总是找不到要听的呢？难道是我喜新厌旧？或者很多音乐不适合工作的时候听？比如说交响曲或是协奏曲就不适合，那些是应该沐浴更衣，静下心来欣赏的。流行音乐呢，我怕我会在心里跟着唱，就没法安心工作了，况且有些流行音乐一年听一次就够了，可能也只有阿菲和齐豫能让我反复听。我真是难伺候啊。

5）前些日子饮用水总输水管破裂，城市紧急调用后备水源，是水库里的积水，据说因为是积水怕没消毒干净，有细菌，所以州里发布煮水令，说是不光喝的水，连刷牙，洗碗都要用煮过的水。我尝了尝煮过的水，一点异味没有啊，就放心地用冷水洗碗，刷牙，因此遭到了同事的质疑，认为我不把煮水令当回事。我说，我是从中国来的，我们从来都是煮水喝的，显然是有经验对付这种情况的。我不知道的是，星期六下午三点多输水管破裂，到晚上所有超市，药店，任何你能想到的地方的货架上的瓶装水和一次性盘子杯子就全被买光了。呃。

6）礼拜一空气质量奇差，灰蒙蒙一片又一片，像极了北京上海，州里又发布了空气质量警告，说没事别出门。原来是加拿大魁北克省森林火灾的烟被吹过来了。我正好有理由少跑了五公里。我就不禁为国人悲哀，要是按照麻州的标准，不是哪天都不能出门了？我记得二月到北京的那天，太阳好像蛋黄一样的挂着天上，还不是总能像蛋黄，有时候连黄颜色都透不过来，长安街上可见度是大约两百米。我忽然有心理作用般的觉得呼吸困难，好在我很快地克服了这种我认为很不爱国的心理，又畅快的消耗着我赖以生存的氧气了。曾经有段时间，据说Charles河也是污染严重，有首歌唱的是“I love that dirty water, oh, Boston”，我想某天也许我会唱“I love that dirty air, oh, Beijing”。希望北京也像波士顿一样，把脏的东西变干净。



(Spoken:)
I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that dirty water
Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby)
I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun)
I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?)
I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that dirty water (Owww!)
I love that dirty water (Come on, come on)

完了，今天晚上这首歌就要一直在我脑袋里了，还有那浓重的波士顿口音。

Harbingers of Spring and Other Random Thoughts

It was the vernal equinox yesterday, when day and night are of the same length. We have had five beautiful days in a row. I was really excited to see that the tulips I planted last October have made their way out of the ground. I can’t wait to see the blossoms of pink and yellow in a few weeks.

In searching for early signs of Spring, I stopped by Mt. Auburn Cemetery. I seem to know exactly where to find those crocuses, daffodils, and the blue or white flowers that I don’t know the names.

Spring is just around the corner. Isn’t that exciting?

Also yesterday, I read a blog post which mentioned Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. I remember clearly that was the only book that our ESL teacher Mr. King made us buy when we took his class. I don’t recall the details of those short stories any more, but I remember that this was a book that I really liked. I lost the book, however, because I lent it to a French labmate, Ann, and she moved back to France. So now I can’t just go to my bookshelf and pick it up and start reading. But I do remember one scene, where an old couple was being treated at a hospital after a severe car accident. The old man couldn’t turn his head to see his wife, and that was killing him. I remember being so moved reading that, and I thought that was definitely love. I found that paragraph online, so I copy it here. You’ll see how abusive the language is, but the emotion is there, raw and fresh:

""I mean, the accident was one thing, but it wasn't everything. I'd get up to his mouth-hole, you know, and he'd say no, it wasn't the accident exactly but it was because he couldn't see her through the eye-holes. He said that that was making him feel so bad. Can you imagine? I'm telling you, the man's heart was breaking because he couldn't turn his goddamn head and see his goddamn wife." Mel looked around the table and shook his head at what he was going to say. "I mean, it was killing the old fart just because he couldn't look at the fucking woman.""

But really, what we talk about when we talk about love? Do we really know love?

Some of my friends didn’t like to go to Mr. King’s class, thinking it was boring and useless. I didn’t agree. I thought it helped me to learn colloquial American English. Mr. King also used pop songs to teach us English. I remember he asked us, which singer’s song do you listen to? I said, Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx. Mr. King was like, who? Hmm, I saw then that what was popular in China wasn’t necessarily popular in the US. One song Mr. King played for us was Take It Easy by The Eagles. I was totally impressed by the lyrics “I’ve got SEVEN women on my mind”. Wow, what a busy man!

well, i've been running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
i've got seven women on my mind:
four that wanna' own me
two that wanna' stone me
and one says she's a friend of mine
take it easy....
take it easy....
don't let the sound of your own wheels
drive you crazy
lighten up while you still can
don't even try to understand
just find a place to make your stand
and take it easy....

well, i was standin' on a corner
in winslow, arizona
such a fine sight to see....
it's a girl, my lord, in a flatbed ford
slowin' down to take a look at me
come on, baby...
don't say maybe...
i gotta' know if your sweet love
it's gonna' save me
we may lose and we may win
but we'll never be here again
so, open up by climbin' in
so take it easy....

well, i've been running down the road
tryin' to loosen my load
got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin' for a lover, who won't blow my cover.
she's so hard to find

oh, we've got it easy
we ought to take it easy.

I seem to reminisce a lot recently. A friend asked, “Isn’t it a bit too early for us to do that right now?” I said, no, it’s never too early. We will only forget more. So I will record, whenever I feel like, things I lost and gained in my past.

坂本龙一， 村上春树

阿菲有首歌，《如果你是假的》，唱着

如果你是玛莉
是茱莉 查理 还是坂本龙一
会不会有很大关系
啊如果你是假的
思想灵魂住在别的身体
我还爱不爱你

记得在那个潮湿的八月的阿拉斯加，一天八百英里的漫长旅途，我和Troubadour听阿菲听了一路，当然对这首歌的意义作了一分钟的热烈讨论，一致认为，应该是有很大关系。哈哈！

今天贴一个坂本龙一的钢琴小品， Solitude



这个作品是坂本龙一为根据村上春树同名小说改编的电影《托尼瀑谷》而作的原声音乐，果然名副其实，Solitude非常的有孤独感，适合秋日下雨的午后听。

说到村上春树，我很惭愧，这个风靡的小资作家，我居然是在这一年才开始看他的书，还都是英文版（可见他在美国之受欢迎程度）。第一本书读的是“Kafka on the Shore”。说起来可笑，选这本书的原因是，我没读过卡夫卡，而Sophie经常写到卡夫卡，所以我就希望这本书也许可以让我了解卡夫卡（其实没有）。我当时根本都不知道Haruki Murakami就是村上春树（我的日语已经完全交还老师了）。多么奇怪的故事啊，诡异，怪诞，不可思议。后来又看了“A Wild Sheep Chase"，可以完全用同样的形容词来形容。再之后又看了”Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman"短篇故事集。我觉得，坂本的这个Solitude非常符合村上的特质。

它使一切受难的人感到温暖，觉得这世界还有希望

选自《新华日报》1943年7月4日 社论《民主颂——献给美国的独立纪念日》

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我一个读书少的人，总是后知后觉。

Freakonomics

It took me just one day to finish the New York Times bestseller Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner, a holiday gift from J. What an eye opener! Thank you, J! I really enjoy this book!

Only before yesterday, Economics to me was a subject that I felt I couldn't get close to, or enjoy studying. Like all the college students in China, I was required to study Marxist political economics; for a change, I took a selective in Keynesian economics. Neither course interested me much. To me, Economics dealt with people, and people are irrational, thus Economics couldn't be as rational as natural sciences. So I stuck to my dear natural sciences, and had not looked at Economics other than a simple demand and supply curve.

Freakonomics grabbed my attention from the very beginning. The provocative idea that Roe v. Wade actually contributed to the decrease in crime in the 1990s really intrigued me. I won't give away what the book talks about so that you can enjoy reading it, too. The book made me realize that economists study their subjects just like scientists do: with careful controls. Only by doing so can one arrive at a valid conclusion and understand how things work this way but not that. I am glad to find that the book totally changed my attitude towards Economics. Now I believe that Economics is really science, a social science, the only difference from natural science being that it deals with people and people's incentives. How correct I have been, that people are irrational, and people's incentives can be very strange!

Now some random thoughts:

1. The first time I spent time to learn what was Roe v. Wade was when I saw the debut performance of Joe Wong, a Chinese immigrant comedian, on the David Letterman Show. Answering the question "what is Roe v. Wade?" he looked around, and said, "two ways of coming to the US?" I had to check it out in order to understand his joke! So, Troubadour, I still need a lot of enlightenment about the US law!

2. Speaking about cheating teachers (yes, teachers cheat, too!), I now believe that Sword Angel's Chinese Revolution History teacher was one. Remember that your class got a list of important stuff to study? Our teacher gave us nothing. So I was a little nervous to just study based on the list, worrying that it might be misleading. Oh boy, wasn't I surprised to see the exam which was literally every second point on the list! So the question was, what was the incentive for the teacher to do so? Was he simply very sympathetic to us poor students who had to put up so much effort on recent history on top of our work load in our major?

3. What a surprise to learn that the economics of drug dealing is so similar to that of any big company, in that lower rank employees strive to become the top executive so that they'd be paid better!

4. The chapter on good parenting makes me feel disheartened. The authors seem to believe that how a child turns out depends on whom his/her parents are, not what they do. So should I feel lucky that I have parents who were well educated, thus I myself became well educated? Does gene determine it all?

5. While I was starting to write this entry, a high school classmate came online on MSN (I seldom sign on MSN) so we chatted. He then said, "as an economist in Shanghai, I'd like to hear your opinion on the next economic drive, seeing that we've had a sustained development driven by the revolution in the IT industry for the past 20 years." Me, a biologist? I then told him that I had only been enlightened by Freakonomics only yesterday, and I really enjoy it and now I like to study people, too!

6. The last time I read a book as exciting as this was David Pollan's The Botany of Desire. I would love to have more suggestions for exciting books!

7. I am going to work on Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking next. Thank you, Troubadour! Hopefully I can at least show you some photos, if not my cooking itself!

Sincerely yours

I've been listening to Dan Brown's newest Robert Langdon novel The Lost Symbol these days. It's a (surprisingly long) 17-hour audio book, and right now I am at hour 11. Having read all his previous books, I am quite familiar with his formula and can predict a lot of the plots. Often times I feel very impatient as to why it takes so long to get to the point. One other thing I learned was to take a grain of salt in every FACT he introduced in his books. How naive and easily convinced I was when I read The Da Vinci Code (especially considering that I am a scientist)!

So far there hasn't been any extraordinary revelation that has grabbed my attention. But last night I learned something interesting: the origin of the word "sincere". In the old times sculptors used to use wax to cover up parts of a stone that was mistakenly chiseled away, and then spread stone dust to make it look like untouched. This was considered cheating. The word "sincere" actually means no wax (sin: no; cere: might be from Greek keros wax). So when one signs his letter 'Sincerely yours', he means he wrote the letter without wax, thus without pretense or deceit.

The other word I know where sin means no was one of the few Spanish words I learned during my Peru trip: agua sin gas (water without gas). After being served carbonated water (which I really hate) a few times, I learned agua sin gas pretty well. The other Spanish words I know are cuánto (how much -- but if they answer, I would be at a lost) and gracias (thank you). Impressive vocabulary!

It's nice listening to Susan Boyle while writing this entry. Her renditions of Madonna's You'll See and the Carpenters' The End of the World are quite good.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The Kite Runner

Recently I have finished listening to the audio book narrated by the author Khaled Hosseini. The Kite Runner is a moving story about friendship, betrayal, and atonement, with a lot of twists and turns, unexpected, yet somehow not too surprising. The story was set against the backdrop of the turmoil political movements of Afghanistan from the 1970s to 2001. In the book I saw the weakness of human nature, the sadness of destined fate, the unspeakable sufferings and terror, and most importantly, the courage to undo the wrong, and the yearning for a better future. I like the ending, uncertain yet hopeful. And I also hope I could do what Amir had done, to overcome the cowardice in me to become a really courageous and brave person.

OK, now on the light side. I do believe this is a small world, and six degrees of separation does hold true. For example, the author Khaled Hosseini is Troubadour's new colleague's cousin, and Troubadour's new colleague took a semester off from law school to participate in the movie production in Kashgar (喀什), China.

Two Novels

I have recently finished reading two novels by two female Canadian writers, Rilla of Ingleside by Lucy Maud Montgomery and Fall on Your Knees by Ann-Marie MacDonald. Both novels are set on eastern Canadian islands off Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island and Cape Breton Island, respectively; both span World War I; both have female characters as their heroines. Other than that, there is little similarity between the two. In fact, one is a children's classic, the other, on the contrary, should and would only be appreciated by adults. The only link that made me want to talk about them together was that they both moved me into tears for family bond and love.

Rilla of Ingleside is the 8th book of the Anne of Green Gables series. H introduced me to this children's classic more than three and a half years ago, and it had been an easy and happy bedtime read until the last book when the dreadful and depressing and seemingly never-ending WWI brought back life losses and extreme sadness to the beautiful Prince Edward Island. I have grown to love the high-spirited orphan Anne, her life, and her children, and it was especially hard for me to read the last letter from Walter to Rilla without tears running down my face on a peaceful sunny Christmas Day aboard a Chinatown bus. Walter was Anne's boy who was sentimental and poetic. He had to overcome his fear of pain and disgust of senseless killings in a war to enlist to fight for his country. Before his regiment went over the top to take over Courcelette he wrote to his beloved little sister, "It is the fate of mankind. That is what we are fighting for. And we shall win -- never for a moment doubt that, Rilla. For it isn't only the living who are fighting -- the dead are fighting, too. Such an army cannot be defeated."

As the last book in the children's classic literature series, Rilla of Ingleside shows young readers the ugliness, cruelty and dark reality of wars, and the importance of hope and faith in believing the goodness in mankind. This is a book in sharp contrast to the first 7 books where children grew up in peaceful times and everyday issues seem to be the most important to worry about. I love this book because it reminds us, and the young readers, that life is not always beautiful. Sometimes we have to fight the evil to earn our freedom.

If Walter Blythe and his brothers and friends enlisted to fight for their country, James Piper of Fall on Your Knees enlisted for a completely different reason. The latter book is complicated, dark, intriguing, cruel at times, yet beautifully written. I love the Piper sisters, too, each one of them in different ways, especially the three younger ones. I felt I understood them better. For the oldest sister Kathleen, I still find her transformation (or realization) in New York City too sudden and too shocking. But nevertheless this is one of the best books I have read in years. While I would encourage a 12-year-old to read Rilla of Ingleside, I will make sure she waits a few years to read Fall on Your Knees.


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ps, when I returned the book RoI to H, she congratulated me, "now you've caught up with every girl in North America!"

pps, three years ago when waiting for my delayed red-eye flight (due to torrential rain) in LA airport, a fellow passenger saw I was reading Anne of Avonlea and she started chatting with me. She was about 22 or 23. She said she found the third book Anne of the Island very romantic. I sure found that out in due time. Yes, it is really romantic when you realize who your true love is!

ppps, I saw the Spanish movie Volver last weekend. It somehow reminded me of Fall on Your Knees.

《色，戒》

我那热爱娱乐八卦的脑袋今天晚上拜读了张爱玲的短篇小说《色，戒》，很为作家的功力所折服。短短的篇幅力透纸背，人物刻画和心理描写都恰到好处，还有这故事，非常的惊骇。张爱玲在我的心中，已然不再是个chick lit的作家了。

我准备要赶这不过时的时髦，做一个张迷。

另外，不知道李安能把这故事拍成啥样的片子。期待。

J. K. Rowling

Must be a stargazer.

Evidence:

Sirius (the dog star. the brightest star in the night sky)
Regulus ("prince" or "little King". Brightest star in Leo, the Lion. It is very close to the ecliptic plane.)
Arcturus (brightest star in Boötes, the Herdsman. Arc to Arcturus, speed to Spica.)
Andromeda (our closest neighbor galaxy M31 lies in this constellation.)
Draco ("dragon". the large constellation that wraps around Ursa Minor, the Little Dipper.)

etc.

The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency

Alexander McCall Smith is another author living in Edinburgh who has written a series of 7 books about a lady detective in Botswana (the other Edinburgh author with a 7th book coming out this summer is, hmm, you-know-who). I am a big fan of Mma Ramotzwe, a traditional build African lady, who is very smart, determined, kindhearted, charming, humorous, and resourceful. Reading about her everyday life opened my eyes to Botswana. It is good to know that good people are everywhere, and we are very much alike.

I'm eagerly waiting for the 8th, 9th, and many more books about Mma Ramotzwe.

Waiting

In Ha Jin's 1999 National Book Award winning novel Waiting the main character army doctor Lin Kong tried to divorce his unattractive wife from an arranged marriage. He ended up waiting for 18 years, all the while with his love by his side, but not be able to consummate their relationship. However, the married life after such a long wait was not exactly what he expected. A voice in his head told him, "Actually you never loved her. You just had a crush on her, which you didn't get a chance to outgrow or to develop into love.... In fact you waited eighteen years just for the sake of waiting".

Eighteen years is long enough to age everybody.

Eighteen years is not long enough to really learn how to love someone.

Eighteen years is not long enough to really learn what to love.


哈金是我的校友。我感到自豪。他的近作是为纽约大都会歌剧院写的《秦始皇》歌剧脚本，就是张大导艺谋导的，谭盾做曲的，多明戈唱的那一出。

姐弟恋

原来并不是什么新事物。司汤达的《红与黑》里年轻聪明的主人公，十八九岁的貌美的家庭教师Julien，就成功地引诱了年长他十岁的貌美多金又寂寞的市长夫人。这部发表与1830年的小说是第一部Modern novel，不说别的，就凭这姐弟婚外恋就已然意识够大胆了。

最近猛补世界名著，凑巧这两部都是法国文学，又都和婚外恋有关，怎么回事？

让我郁闷的是，昨天有人从中国百度“和大女人偷情”居然找到了我这里。我，就这么无聊吗？

百度，麻烦你不要联我，好不好？

悲剧的女主角

如 包法利夫人，安娜·卡列尼娜 为什么不能引起我的同情？在平凡的细致的日常生活里（以及波澜壮阔的社会大背景下），都是一些小女人（大女人）偷情到毁灭的故事。这些世界文学名著到底该怎么去读呢？

我觉得我有问题。很早以前我就发现我都不喜欢另一著名的悲剧的女主角，林黛玉。

我是什么样的心理呢？

我欠缺的是生活的阅历和一颗博爱的心。

Words That Shocked Me

"At bottom, you see, we are not Homo sapiens at all. Our core is madness. The prime directive is murder. What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle."



"Mankind's intelligence finally trumped mankind's killer instinct, and reason came to rule over mankind's maddest impulses. That, too, was survival."


Excerpts from Stephen King's novel Cell. pp206, 207

This novel is a crazy story, but so far these are the most shocking words I've read (only half way through the book). I have to agree there is some sad truth in it.

想起前几天看王朔说他内心有无限的黑暗与光明。我读的肤浅，不知所云黑暗与光明是何意。Troubadour说，“we are our own angel and demon.”看来王朔和Stephen King有异曲同工之效。

The Piano Tuner

I have just finished reading this debut novel by Daniel Mason. It is one of the better books I have read recently. The story was about Edgar Drake, an English piano tuner summoned by the British War Office to tune an Erard grand piano for a Surgeon-major in a remote jungle in Burma. The book is full of history, exotic cultures, music, literature, and (my favorite part) medical science. I realize that I still have so many questions about the book that a second reading is necessary in the future.

The author, Daniel Mason, was a medical student at UCSF when the book was published in 2002. He graduated from Harvard with a bachelor's degree in biology. He spent a year studying malaria on the Thai-Myanmar border. This was a big reason why I started reading the book: a biologist-turned-writer writing about music, diseases, and cultures. It turned out to be a good choice.

This book also made me study Bach's The Well-Tempered Clavier (WTC). I found this website that analyses all 48 fugues in Book I and Book II. It is really cool to be able to visualize the fugue subjects appear in different voices and develop and interact. I highly recommend it.

The fugue in F Sharp minor in Book II of the WTC is mentioned in the novel in a somehow romantic and dream-like setting. It is said to remind the protagnist of "the opening of a flower, the meeting of lovers, the beginning of a song." How do you interpret it?

《山楂树之恋》和《穆斯林的葬礼》

这两部都是让我哭得一塌糊涂的文学作品。前者是刚刚看完，后者是很多年前的事了。

一个月前Y给我推荐了这部《山楂树之恋》，当时的那个联接很乱，我一看有四十七章，又没有找到头，就略过不看了。没想到Y三番两次问我看了没有，说特别地感人，而且是真人真事。我的好奇心在上周五被勾了起来，从傍晚时分开始断断续续地看。一开始故事并没有什么特别之处，无非是女主角遇见了男主角，可是这男主角的职业引起了我的兴趣。男主角在勘探队工作。我的父母都是地质队员，我很小的时候还跟爸爸上过钻井。然后看到第五六章以后就非常想知道故事会如何发展。头天晚上看了二十章，第二天爬起来饭都不吃接着看，直看得我痛哭两三回，果然是Y所说的感人至深。

不知为什么，这个纯真而悲怆的爱情故事让我想起了我高中毕业那年暑假听的霍达的《穆斯林的葬礼》。这里的小主人公新月刚刚考上北大要去读西语系。同样的年龄，同样的经历，我很容易就被吸引住了。两本书里我都很喜欢看男女主角相恋的情节，自然而然，纯洁美丽。然而悲剧反而更有感染人的力量。不能完整的爱情更加地让人扼腕叹息。当新月陨落的时候，十七岁的我在那个夏天里觉得是如此的寒冷，如到了世界末日。上周六读到老三离去的时候，我也是一样的为静秋悲伤，但我的心中却还存着希望。也许是我成熟了吧。也许是因为老三对静秋说过"我要你为我们好好地活着”。

爱是如此地不容易。折断翅膀的爱是如此的美丽，让人如此地痛心。也许所有的爱都是如此美丽的吧，只是不要让习惯蒙上了你的眼睛。

我的这个博客叫“Liebestraum”，是“爱之梦”的意思。写了这么九十多篇了，总算点一下题了。谁让我不是文学青年呢。

好了，感慨发完了，比我在脑子里想的要短。主要原因是，想得快，忘得更快。