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   <title>PEK</title>
   <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/12075603900.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/12075603901.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/12075603902.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/12075603903.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/12075603904.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p>人们是否具有发达的泪腺应该不需要通过湖南卫视的煽情节目来做个深沉的验证。可是我却总难以抗拒的主动投降于变形记的贫苦家庭所散发出来的强大感染力。掐着指头数着日子，有点抵制又无法拒绝的换到那个频道，看他们淳朴善良的人生故事。那些如此洁净的灵魂飘在远山纯澈的空气里，不知道是精神涤荡了整片天地，还是那片无暇的天地抚育出高尚的灵魂。年迈且积累了多年风湿腿疾的老奶奶在媳妇的搀扶下慢慢的艰难的挪动她那严重变形的双腿，这是她七八年来第一次去镇里，然而却不是为了赶集。她交换过来的&ldquo;孙子&rdquo;在前一天用自己的micky项链和十四块钱换了一套给妹妹过年的新衣裳。老奶奶辗转了一夜，内心自责于愧疚，她怎么能让这个小客人，这个换来的&ldquo;孙子&rdquo;当掉自己的东西换来给他们的昂贵礼物。古老而朴实的乡里人是没有受过那么贵重的惊喜的，也无法原谅因为自己的&ldquo;需要&rdquo;而连累别人慷慨的&ldquo;给予&rdquo;。&ldquo;孙子&rdquo;走的那天，奶奶在车子后面艰难又迫切的跑着，挥着干涸的手，浸湿了双眼。那个眼神让我热泪狂流。多么熟悉的眼神啊，许多年前我也曾看到过，惜别、不舍、爱怜还有失落。可是我太小，太固执，我看不懂那样的眼神和缓缓放下的手，连同那手在空中挥动尘埃的沉重。 <br />-----------------------------------------情绪分割线------------------------------------- <br />三月的PEK，我真应该让时间倒转过来听听Fay的鉴定。三月的PEK，是一年中最差的季节。沙尘暴在这个时候最为肆虐。夜里非凡的风卷起层层的沙在窗户外面轰隆隆的开过，像火车不断压过铁轨的声音。如果窗户封的不够严实，你还能听到笛子的声音。可那绝对不会让你联想到牧童放牛时荡出来的悠扬，只有刺耳的鸣叫，烦扰不堪。再加上我感染风邪的身体，在PEK的几日，睡眠质量极差。 <br />可是，就这样，我还是开着巴基斯坦同学的小帕，带着导航仪去了八达岭。因为我妈老说，这次去北京，得爬长城了吧？可是每个&ldquo;这次&rdquo;，我都忽略掉了这片儿伟大的城墙。所以，我终于在我妈唠叨了N次之后，在二十几年后登上了我爸我妈二十几年前凭栏远眺的地方。那时候我爸在北京学习，我妈去探亲。我爸带着我妈逛着偌大的北京城，走遍了故宫、颐和园、天安门、长城、北海等等。我想他们一定很开心，那次旅行我妈必定记忆犹新，才会屡次提醒我去登一遍我从来忽略的长城。 <br />说实话，（也可能是人太多的关系，视觉上会让人看不全巍峨）长城没有给我想象中的震撼。只是觉得可能没有一个景点（In China）能汇集这么多不同国家不同肤色不同语言不同民族的人。人们都愿意来看看这座古老的历史遗迹，也许是探寻狼烟四起的壮烈，也许是&ldquo;不到长城非好汉&rdquo;的怂恿，也许什么也不是（就像我这样，根本说不清楚为什么来，大概是为了摸摸我妈曾抚过的墙壁。） <br />-----------------------------------------话题分割线------------------------------------- <br />导航仪是个伟大的发明。随着时间车轮的滚动，拒绝科级成果的人是可笑的。这是我用过导航仪之后的结论。我原本就曾是个可笑的人。 <br /><br />Ending... <br />不想写了。<img id="paperPicArea1" style="display: none; position: relative" src="http://imgcache.qq.com/ac/qzone_v4/b.gif" alt="" /></p><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/logs/6021450.html">追着阳光在北京</a> 2007-04-08</div><div><a href="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/logs/6021568.html">Fly up high</a> 2007-04-06</div><div><a href="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/logs/6021461.html">难得小雪</a> 2007-03-05</div><div><a href="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/logs/6021462.html">One night in Beijing</a> 2007-03-03</div><div><a href="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/logs/6021464.html">西湖天</a> 2007-02-26</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F18498372.html&title=PEK">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <author>suri</author>
   <pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 17:26:40 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>逆流的不一定是悲伤</title>
   <description><![CDATA[Rachel同学无意间用了小郭的书名做QQ签名。可逆流的不一定都是悲伤（也有可能是鼻血）。比如很多年之前，几年之前，我觉得悲伤的事情，现在拿出来跟别人分享的时候，人家听完说这真是很有趣的故事。然而在多年前，我能感觉到的却只是悲伤。<br />《康熙来了》在最近的一期节目搬出了几个娱乐明星尘封的日记。那些泛黄的本子年代久远，甚至追溯到了三十年前。三十年前，实在是很遥远的概念。那个时候我还没有生出来，甚至我爸我妈都还没有谈恋爱。可是人类的发展历程是如此的相似。就在我还不知道漂浮在某个未知的时候，当下的年轻人早在日记里写下许多看起来叛逆幼稚，还有一点想入非非的文字。而很多年后，我长大到有写日记的想法的时候，日记的内容竟然跟叔叔阿姨们的童年如出一辙。有个叔叔喜欢给未来的自己写信。给未来的自己提出问题，数年后，那个长大了的人再去回答那些奇怪的问题。他说这样可以给人生许多回顾，让你发现曾经的负担会随着时间的流逝变得轻松起来。那些你很care的事情，其实并不会对你的生活造成多么致命性的影响。当你长大，你会惊诧的发现，你的掌控能力有着难以预料的扩大和增加。你很难不嘲笑从前那个战战兢兢的小孩，每一步人生的初探都显得如此忧伤。看吧。忧伤其实在最初的时候就已经发生了，却不是时间逆流过来的结果。也许是我们的人生开初必须经历的过程，懵懂的第一步总是会遇到新鲜的阻扰，活跃的伤感。那么，既然我们在那么幼小的时候就已经经历过难过，又还有什么理由回顾的时候再剥开伤口来数。 <br />最近真的无比懒惰。特别是思想上越发的不思进取。不愿意更新博客。不想花太多时间思考严肃的问题。也许是我已经发现，思考对于人生的作用远远小于实践对其的影响。而思考最终只会直接导致失眠的结果。回忆人生中印象深刻的几次失眠，那都是思考埋下的陷阱。所以我还是不要想太多，只要顺其自然的过日子就好。为了更好的顺其自然，打发掉更多的恐怕会浪费在思考上的时间，我买了一部粉红色儿的PSP。我跟老板说，除了粉红色儿的我一概不要。第一家电玩店的老板没有粉红小P，于是挣扎了几下，极力推荐紫色给我。被我断然拒绝。第二家老板是个麻利爽快的阿姨，计算器按烂了之后答应用最低价卖给我。最后我拿着闪着银光的粉红小P拽出小店，摸了半天之后发现不会用。昏倒一次。爬起来回店里找正在锁门的阿姨咨询用法。尴尬。Whatever,我爱粉红小P！<img id="paperPicArea1" style="display: none; position: relative" src="http://imgcache.qq.com/qzone_v4/b.gif" alt="" /><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/7493549.html">Summer holiday</a> 2007-08-07</div><div><a href="/logs/6973853.html">What I pursue</a> 2007-07-23</div><div><a href="/logs/6969872.html">We are</a> 2007-07-23</div><div><a href="/logs/5907443.html">迷茫的人生</a> 2007-06-15</div><div><a href="/logs/6021554.html">世界尽头与冷酷仙境</a> 2007-05-18</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F17166858.html&title=%E9%80%86%E6%B5%81%E7%9A%84%E4%B8%8D%E4%B8%80%E5%AE%9A%E6%98%AF%E6%82%B2%E4%BC%A4">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <author>suri</author>
   <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 16:21:00 +0800</pubDate>
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   <title>住在森林里的城市</title>
   <description><![CDATA[<p>到深圳之前，对这座城市有着不太友好的印象。印象中的深圳应该是一座钢筋混凝土筑造起来的石头森林。呈现着冰冷与默然的宏观状态。Small的honey两年前被挖角到深圳工作，在一间号称炼狱般残酷激烈的公司做研发，白天在公司拼杀，夜里回到农民的廉租房洗洗睡下，生活非常苦涩乏味。那间公司在我毕业那年还挂了一个隔壁科大的毕业生。让人想想就觉得寒冷。所以,从这座冷店晕染开的城市印象当然不会好到哪里去。跐蹰了许久才决定要亲近这里，而且不过是因为机票便宜，借过转机。 <br />飞机晚点一个钟头，到深圳的时候快8点。夜幕低垂。机场安静，空旷明亮。陆续的有人从出站口拖着行李兴致昂然的出来，也有人拿着登机票在Gate前面张望。夜里的城市看的不太明朗，依稀的被植被覆盖，树影婆娑，一路绵延到城市的心脏。 <br />深圳有着全中国最贵的出租车计价方法。12.5元起步价，3公里之后每公里2.4元。加上计价器每隔6毛，即250米跳一次价，跳价时伴随弱小而强烈的&ldquo;嘀&rdquo;声提醒。简直要刺痛到乘客的心里去。深圳的出租车司机几乎全为外来人员。租着廉价的出租房，在深圳的大道上载客谋生。他们常常不熟路，只好用车上的无线电跟同乡求助。他们可能开过大货车，运送过广货到你居住的城市，然后在车上短暂的歇息，再次上路。他们辗转许多的省份，运货或者载客。没有稳定的居所，四处漂泊。深圳这座美丽而年轻的城市，很适合他们的梦想，却很难在现实里找到安定。 <br />我们在ctrip订到的酒店。网上评价很高，实际的情况却并不如意。大堂里渗着潮湿的气味，仿佛要从墙里挤出水来。房间很小，服务生架子却很大。天时地利人和。原本缺了人和，中国人所讲的和谐圆满是难以完成的，但是在这里，天时地利的成就很高，甚至已经不需要靠人和来提升级别了。该酒店做的是短效服务，不管你是不是拥有值得回头的记忆。 <br /><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297070.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p>好在，白天的深圳，非常美。不论是街头的人群，还是城市的背景色，都十分彻底的展示着它的年轻。 <br />原计划到小梅沙看海。对于海，有一幕很深刻的戏剧记忆。《将爱情进行到底》里李亚鹏毕业后闯荡深圳，频频受挫。有一天憋不住无助与思念的情绪，跑到深圳的海滩，面对澎湃的海浪，掏出手机，让徐静蕾听海的声音。他们那些青葱岁月里沉淀下来无法诉说的激情在海潮的起涨中恰如其分的宣泄了出来。那一刻，我们这些蹲在电视机前守着肥皂剧单纯的小朋友们是如此的激动。海，成了诉说爱情的代名词。在看似open的社会氛围里成长起来的我们，多么需要，也多么渴望有这样的一个媒介，传递缄默在心中太久的感情。老白用来调情的诗：你看云的时候，很近；看我的时候，很远。有很肤浅的诗意，却在打趣之外感动人。因为，往往，我们对物诉说的时候，很奔放；对人表达的时候，太艰难。 <br />出租车司机说，黄金周去小梅沙已经是举步维艰。Goverment号召市民十一看海尽量避免自驾出行。可是官方的建议永远像过气歌手出的唱片，没人买单，仅只听听。因此，美丽的海离我们的距离就更加的遥远，原本的距离+塞车距离+心里疲倦距离=遥不可及。悲伤的我们最终决定放弃。把我第一眼的海留给厦门湾。 </p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p>&nbsp;我很喜欢这样的带着色彩的街道。干净清爽。特别在下过雨的午后，充沛的阳光穿过树荫不徐不急的撒在彩色路面上，生活是如此的美妙。 </p><p>欢乐谷和世界之窗是深圳的代表景点。这个新建起来的城市缺少了历史沉淀，人文自然遗产，只好单薄的建造和拼凑起一些供人娱乐的景点。当然，快乐很重要，甚至在某种意义上，比物质遗产更能给人观赏的理由。你不能在杜甫草堂里看到街舞演出，但却可以在世界之窗里跟着节奏呐喊。这是很简单的让胡爷爷也会同意的让人民快乐的捷径。人民需要的不就是解放心灵，但解放心灵肯定不呼唤说教。我们参观景点的时候有个严重的毛病。好逸恶劳。能坐游览车的地方绝对不走路。能走马观花的地方决不浪费时间停留。不过，坐游览车先来一次宏观的了解，有精力的同志们再进一步细致，有针对性地参观，这个，绝对是我极力推荐的一种方式。 <br />深圳的阵雨一直在欢乐谷和世界之窗的happy hour里绵延。我哈安妮宝贝的光脚穿着球鞋，可鞋子很快就被泥泞弄得脏兮兮，地上厚厚的一层雨水甚至浸透到了骨子里。袜子在吧唧吧唧踩着节奏，和脚趾一起阿Q精神的欢呼。我的头发湿乎乎的粘在脑袋上面。很想要害羞的哼起范晓萱的《rain》。那一句：记得有一年的夏天，一场大雨把你留在我身边。我看着你被淋湿的脸，还有一片树叶停在头发上面。我在深圳绿色林城的大棵棕榈树下面躲雨。然后撑着伞，跟你一起走过彩色的街道。树的叶累积起大朵的雨，沿着枝丫滴下来，正好落在雨伞遮不到的侧面。湿了我们的左右肩。你说停下来避避雨。沿路有24小时供应鱼丸的7-11店。我笑着跑起来，还想一直跑下去。我恨这雨，可我爱这距离。 <br />也许正是因为这一阵阵迟迟不肯终结的雨，年轻的深圳附载了更多浪漫的情愫。无论是白天或夜晚。也许你皱起眉，嘟着嘴，小小的厌恶着它的霸道。可是当你在阳光的日子，偶尔再偶尔的遭遇这一场场猝不及防的雨。不经意的跳跃起你的脚尖，跟honey扭捏你的娇滴。得到的瞬间快乐应该也不言而喻。 <br />欢乐谷让我想到国色天香，或许因为狭隘主义的关系，我会觉得后者有拍死前浪的气魄。世界之窗嘛，在很多年之前，那个还没有倒闭的热闹红火的世界乐园，我还在那里喂过广场的白鸽，骑过微缩金字塔前骨瘦如柴的骆驼。的确，我一直很怀念那个记忆里地标建筑的世界，但是到了世界之窗，回忆被隐隐约约的翻起，我却始终气定神闲，坐在游览车上迟迟不肯下去，连拍个照都觉得累。才发现，记忆里面的震撼仅仅出现过一次，那些钟楼怪人，日式房间在很多次的回味之中被消化了。渐渐的转变为一种常识，一种常态。我接受了他们，再次目睹，自然平静如水。就像麦兜说的，火鸡，未吃到吃之前味道最美。而许多事物就如同火鸡，比如他结婚的时候，再比如他妈妈火化的那天。 </p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297077.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p>到深圳的第二个夜晚。约了两个许多年没有见面的同学叙旧。一个别了九年。一个差不多也该有四五年。我在想，这么多年应该是怎样的一个概念。几个月之前从小烟那里接过来一些关于十年前后人生想法的问答题。一个个认真给了答案。但是做好后，回头一看，答案简单而浅薄。变化微小，甚至有的问题，无法给出明确的答案。后来小烟留言说我们都太年轻，年轻的没有足够的阅历来面对这些问题，答案自然显得清浅稚嫩。那么，对于我们来说，十年真的就意味着nothing吗？我想，我们只是在一个缓慢的进化过程之中，不能急躁，不能急进。但我们的内心比我们的外在成长的更快。它们会因为某些微妙的周遭变故而变得坚毅强大。这种转变短期内不能预见成果，但一旦迫切的状况出现，内力便会发挥作用，让旁人和自己讶异我们的变化。 <br />和多年前的朋友见面，有期待，也有快乐。很多人，被命运牵引联系在一起，但相处的好恶上帝留给了我们自己。</p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297076.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p>最终还是决定要看看海。取代小梅沙的是红树林。那里可以看到海，还有海对面的香港。我终于明白华仔许多年前的一部电影里面偷渡客真的如此轻易的就可以游到隔海相望的繁华香港。这两座城连的如此亲近，然而在那么长的岁月里，却如此遥远。面对着雾气里迷离的香港，除了祝福，我别无它想。 </p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11999297210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/6021568.html">Fly up high</a> 2007-04-06</div><div><a href="/logs/5856322.html">两个人的狂欢</a> 2007-02-21</div><div><a href="/logs/5902253.html">3&nbsp;漂浮的船&#183;于上海</a> 2006-10-09</div><div><a href="/logs/5902254.html">2&nbsp;于古于今&#183;于上海</a> 2006-10-08</div><div><a href="/logs/5902264.html">重庆森林图文记</a> 2006-07-01</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F13619487.html&title=%E4%BD%8F%E5%9C%A8%E6%A3%AE%E6%9E%97%E9%87%8C%E7%9A%84%E5%9F%8E%E5%B8%82">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>1.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">那时候我最喜欢的女歌手有两个。一个是苏慧伦，她爱憎分明的唱了首《鸭子》。一个是范晓萱，从一开始我就比较欣赏她《消失》中迷离颓废的风格。那个带着巫婆帽子牵着小孩的手唱《爱的扑满》的范晓萱明显缺失了她的真我。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>2.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">于是多年之后很高兴的看到范晓萱出了《绝世名伶》，许多的耳洞，清爽的短发，浓烈的表达。原来她一直都在那里，时间只是让她变得更加确定。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>3.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">可惜苏慧伦很快销声匿迹。直到前段时间出了唱片，却延续着过去，没有惊喜。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>4.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">张琴像个男生，这一点不仅形容她的身材。性格上，也有不拘小节大大咧咧的特点。因此我们都很亲切的叫她&ldquo;琴哥&rdquo;。代小雪也拉二胡，可是林洁先行一步，霸占了林二胡的绰号。我们只好按照代小雪的外部特征给她取了个&ldquo;毛兔&rdquo;的外号。&ldquo;毛兔代&rdquo;有一头卷曲飞扬的短发，上排门牙兔子般人见人爱。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>5.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">&ldquo;琴哥&rdquo;家门前有棵硕大的无花果树，树上有无数硕大而成熟的无花果。我们总会在适当的季节聚集到他们家门前树下，拿着一根长长的竿子把所有的果子扫荡一空，其中包括被扼杀在襁褓之中青色的幼果。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>6.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">后来&ldquo;琴哥&rdquo;怕了我们这帮洪水猛兽，总要牢牢的掌握竿子的控制权。往往才打了两个就说，这个太青，那个没熟，打发走眼睁睁流口水的我们。也只有在这个时候我们才深切感受到张琴母性的光辉，都淋漓尽致的用在了一棵树上。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>7.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">代小雪的爷爷开了一间花果山庄。开张那天代小雪热情的邀请我们赴宴。我们一个个饿了两顿兴致高昂的去蹭饭。小代同志领着我们见过了爷爷董事长，绕过假山喷泉花香幽径，到了一间木屋小院跟前。她轻轻推开门，一桌丰盛的豆腐宴出现在我们面前。豆花，麻婆豆腐，豆腐汤，最后还好一个跟豆腐无关的菜，炝莲白！</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>8.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">邹宇他们家请了个保姆，名叫小兰。小兰在他们家做了三个月，跟邹宇建立了深厚的友谊。但三个月之后小兰还是觉得物质基础比精神财富来得踏实，所以闲工资太微薄，辞了工作去宾馆当了服务员。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>9.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">我和邹宇去宾馆看小兰。邹宇看着小兰宿舍桌子上满当当的各类化妆品和小兰脱胎换骨般的洋气，语重心长的说：千万别走错路，要对得起自己。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>10.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">有一年暑假我跟林洁、张琴、邹旋、邹宇、代小雪去郊游烤肉。张琴说有一个好地方特别适合郊游。我们分工买了一斤羊肉，一斤牛肉，火腿肠、香肠和各种蔬菜，还有烧烤用的炭火，竹签。最后不知道在谁的建议下，非常勇敢的买了一个十几斤重的大西瓜。一切就绪的上路了。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>11.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">根据张琴的指引，我们走啊走走啊走。穿过城市村庄溪流森林，热辣辣的阳光烤的我们像火腿肠那样发出滋滋的响声。我们轮流背着那个巨大的西瓜，脊背被基本压弯，始终到不了张琴传说中适合烧烤郊游的地方。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>12.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">大家都走不动了。随便找了一处临着小溪的河岸架上简易的烧烤用具，分工合作。林洁、代小雪负责给肉刷油，我、张琴、邹宇负责烧烤的核心工作，邹旋负责这两个环节中的传递和后勤工作。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>13.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">我们把烧烤架卡在一块凹陷的大石头的中间，在炭上放了许多报纸当助燃物，等烟雾散去，火势稳定的时候把刷上油的肉放在熊熊的炭火上烤。肉香味儿很快弥漫开来，随着溪水的哗哗，风声的呢喃飘舞。我们一遍遍在肉上刷上辣椒油，胡椒粉，不断翻转让肉均匀受热。一边流口水一边忙碌。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>14.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">肉烤到一半，突然大雨。我们拿出预备好的雨伞给自己打好和郊游用的塑料桌布遮住烧烤架。热情不减的继续烤啊烤。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>15.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">这来之不易的一餐充分体现了大家的分工合作精神，甘苦同当的担当，还有某些人烤肉技术无私自通的精湛。</span></p><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt 21pt; text-indent: -21pt; tab-stops: list 21.0pt" class="MsoNormal">&nbsp;</p><span style="font-family: 宋体"><span>16.<span style="font: 7pt 'Times New Roman'">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-family: 宋体">回来的路上林洁的整个手臂被野外的虫子咬了一排葡萄似的大包，我们在烈日下走的腿软，终于放弃了徒步回家的想法，拦了一辆面包车筋疲力尽却心满意足的回家了。<span></span></span><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/7106294.html">小时候（18）</a> 2007-07-27</div><div><a href="/logs/6745182.html">小时候(14)</a> 2007-07-16</div><div><a href="/logs/6423276.html">小时候（7）</a> 2007-07-05</div><div><a href="/logs/6021436.html">寂静的夏天</a> 2007-05-23</div><div><a href="/logs/5902261.html">Take&nbsp;it&nbsp;easy</a> 2006-09-23</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F7525667.html&title=%E5%B0%8F%E6%97%B6%E5%80%99%2821%29">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <description><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://cisneros17.blogbus.com/files/11864511770.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="512" height="384" /></p><p>I&#39;M A FAN OF THIS FASHION BRAND FROM HONGKONG WHICH ABSORBS MORE AND MORE JAPANESE STYLE:IZZUE. <br />IN THIS PICTURE I DRESS UP WITH IT&#39;S T-SHIRTS AND SKIRT. <br />ONCE I DRESS UP I OUT OF CONTROL. <br />THEY SAY I&#39;M FAN OF IT. <br />IT&#39;S BRAND IS IT. <br /><br />I&#39;ll begin my summer holiday next week which means there goes one more week I&#39;ll be free from this tired work.Not only the body,but also my spirit.A long semester makes me feel awful.As some people works under a similar circumstance consists that it&#39;s not a good idea for universities which be faced with a important evaluation delay their summer holiday and make all fellows stay at school and sit around all day long from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m..Although someone are busy with their preparing mission for evaluation,more colleagues have nothing to do but bless their school.I consider that it&#39;s foolish to waste everyone&#39;s life doing nothing but wait in name of comity.At least I don&#39;t wanna be a fool.Anyway,my inevitable life comes to an timely end before I&#39;m crazy.I&#39;m going to set a plan and enjoy my short holiday.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/7353986.html">Speech on Harvard's graduation ceremony</a> 2007-08-03</div><div><a href="/logs/5993100.html">人脑赶不上电脑</a> 2007-06-18</div><div><a href="/logs/5959314.html">中药</a> 2007-06-17</div><div><a href="/logs/5823098.html">我的焦虑症</a> 2007-06-12</div><div><a href="/logs/5902257.html">Beyond&nbsp;the&nbsp;could.</a> 2006-09-29</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F7493549.html&title=Summer+holiday">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <description><![CDATA[<p>I suggest u finishing reading this brilliant speech issued by Bill Gates on Harvard&#39;s graduation ceremony.Because of its length,u may be more patient and more concentrate.I&#39;m greatly assure that It&#39;s worth to be finished and thought about.I must say that Bill Gates have great amounts of social&nbsp; responsibilites that deserves ours respects. </p><p>I thought there was something wrong with him since I heared about the news that he dicided to leave few of his property to his daughter.But I considered that maybe different culture brought different believes.Till I finished his speech,I find it isn&#39;t the bussiness of culture.But the highest human achievement push him keeping working to resolve the problems without his family but all the poverty human beings and people in deep difficulties.Their problems cann&#39;t be resolved just deponding on money or foods but a perfect social system.To establish this resonable system need someone who likes Bill Gates. </p><p>He&#39;s greatest contribution is the Internet &ndash; give us a chance we&rsquo;ve never had before to end extreme poverty and end death from preventable disease.People all over the world gather together on Internet dissusing the solutions to world&#39;s problems.Due to their collective wisdom,there must be better way to apply helps to which one needs. </p><p>We talk about social responsibilities all the time but&nbsp; almost practist it hardly.We need a introspection time to time from now on.We&#39;re the future of our country and our world,and what for?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/7353986.html">Speech on Harvard's graduation ceremony</a> 2007-08-03</div><div><a href="/logs/7033304.html">10年前</a> 2007-07-25</div><div><a href="/logs/5907443.html">迷茫的人生</a> 2007-06-15</div><div><a href="/logs/5823098.html">我的焦虑症</a> 2007-06-12</div><div><a href="/logs/6021543.html">水仙的夏天</a> 2007-06-11</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F7353948.html&title=About+the+speech%2Cabout+us">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <description><![CDATA[<p>President Bok, former President Rudenstine, incoming President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, parents, and especially, the graduates:<br /><br />I&rsquo;ve been waiting more than 30 years to say this: &quot;Dad, I always told you I&rsquo;d come back and get my degree.&quot;<br /><br />I want to thank Harvard for this timely honor. I&rsquo;ll be changing my job next year &hellip; and it will be nice to finally have a college degree on my resume.<br /><br />I applaud the graduates today for taking a much more direct route to your degrees. For my part, I&rsquo;m just happy that the Crimson has called me &quot;Harvard&rsquo;s most successful dropout.&quot; I guess that makes me valedictorian of my own special class &hellip; I did the best of everyone who failed.<br /><br />But I also want to be recognized as the guy who got Steve Ballmer to drop out of business school. I&rsquo;m a bad influence. That&rsquo;s why I was invited to speak at your graduation. If I had spoken at your orientation, fewer of you might be here today.<br /><br />Harvard was just a phenomenal experience for me. Academic life was fascinating. I used to sit in on lots of classes I hadn&rsquo;t even signed up for. And dorm life was terrific. I lived up at Radcliffe, in Currier House. There were always lots of people in my dorm room late at night discussing things, because everyone knew I didn&rsquo;t worry about getting up in the morning. That&rsquo;s how I came to be the leader of the anti-social group. We clung to each other as a way of validating our rejection of all those social people.<br /><br />Radcliffe was a great place to live. There were more women up there, and most of the guys were science-math types. That combination offered me the best odds, if you know what I mean. This is where I learned the sad lesson that improving your odds doesn&rsquo;t guarantee success.<br /><br />One of my biggest memories of Harvard came in January 1975, when I made a call from Currier House to a company in Albuquerque that had begun making the world&rsquo;s first personal computers. I offered to sell them software.<br /><br />I worried that they would realize I was just a student in a dorm and hang up on me. Instead they said: &quot;We&rsquo;re not quite ready, come see us in a month,&quot; which was a good thing, because we hadn&rsquo;t written the software yet. From that moment, I worked day and night on this little extra credit project that marked the end of my college education and the beginning of a remarkable journey with Microsoft.<br /><br />What I remember above all about Harvard was being in the midst of so much energy and intelligence. It could be exhilarating, intimidating, sometimes even discouraging, but always challenging. It was an amazing privilege &ndash; and though I left early, I was transformed by my years at Harvard, the friendships I made, and the ideas I worked on.<br /><br />But taking a serious look back &hellip; I do have one big regret.<br /><br />I left Harvard with no real awareness of the awful inequities in the world &ndash; the appalling disparities of health, and wealth, and opportunity that condemn millions of people to lives of despair.<br /><br />I learned a lot here at Harvard about new ideas in economics and politics. I got great exposure to the advances being made in the sciences.<br /><br />But humanity&rsquo;s greatest advances are not in its discoveries &ndash; but in how those discoveries are applied to reduce inequity. Whether through democracy, strong public education, quality health care, or broad economic opportunity &ndash; reducing inequity is the highest human achievement.<br /><br />I left campus knowing little about the millions of young people cheated out of educational opportunities here in this country. And I knew nothing about the millions of people living in unspeakable poverty and disease in developing countries.<br /><br />It took me decades to find out.<br /><br />You graduates came to Harvard at a different time. You know more about the world&rsquo;s inequities than the classes that came before. In your years here, I hope you&rsquo;ve had a chance to think about how &ndash; in this age of accelerating technology &ndash; we can finally take on these inequities, and we can solve them.<br /><br />Imagine, just for the sake of discussion, that you had a few hours a week and a few dollars a month to donate to a cause &ndash; and you wanted to spend that time and money where it would have the greatest impact in saving and improving lives. Where would you spend it?<br /><br />For Melinda and for me, the challenge is the same: how can we do the most good for the greatest number with the resources we have.<br /><br />During our discussions on this question, Melinda and I read an article about the millions of children who were dying every year in poor countries from diseases that we had long ago made harmless in this country. Measles, malaria, pneumonia, hepatitis B, yellow fever. One disease I had never even heard of, rotavirus, was killing half a million kids each year &ndash; none of them in the United States.<br /><br />We were shocked. We had just assumed that if millions of children were dying and they could be saved, the world would make it a priority to discover and deliver the medicines to save them. But it did not. For under a dollar, there were interventions that could save lives that just weren&rsquo;t being delivered.<br /><br />If you believe that every life has equal value, it&rsquo;s revolting to learn that some lives are seen as worth saving and others are not. We said to ourselves: &quot;This can&rsquo;t be true. But if it is true, it deserves to be the priority of our giving.&quot;<br /><br />So we began our work in the same way anyone here would begin it. We asked: &quot;How could the world let these children die?&quot;<br /><br />The answer is simple, and harsh. The market did not reward saving the lives of these children, and governments did not subsidize it. So the children died because their mothers and their fathers had no power in the market and no voice in the system.<br /><br />But you and I have both.<br /><br />We can make market forces work better for the poor if we can develop a more creative capitalism &ndash; if we can stretch the reach of market forces so that more people can make a profit, or at least make a living, serving people who are suffering from the worst inequities. We also can press governments around the world to spend taxpayer money in ways that better reflect the values of the people who pay the taxes.<br /><br />If we can find approaches that meet the needs of the poor in ways that generate profits for business and votes for politicians, we will have found a sustainable way to reduce inequity in the world. This task is open-ended. It can never be finished. But a conscious effort to answer this challenge will change the world.<br /><br />I am optimistic that we can do this, but I talk to skeptics who claim there is no hope. They say: &quot;Inequity has been with us since the beginning, and will be with us till the end &ndash; because people just &hellip; don&rsquo;t &hellip; care.&quot; I completely disagree.<br /><br />I believe we have more caring than we know what to do with.<br /><br />All of us here in this Yard, at one time or another, have seen human tragedies that broke our hearts, and yet we did nothing &ndash; not because we didn&rsquo;t care, but because we didn&rsquo;t know what to do. If we had known how to help, we would have acted.<br /><br />The barrier to change is not too little caring; it is too much complexity.<br /><br />To turn caring into action, we need to see a problem, see a solution, and see the impact. But complexity blocks all three steps.<br /><br />Even with the advent of the [url=javascript:;]<u><strong>Internet</strong></u>[/url] and 24-hour news, it is still a complex enterprise to get people to truly see the problems. When an airplane crashes, officials immediately call a press conference. They promise to investigate, determine the cause, and prevent similar crashes in the future.<br /><br />&nbsp;<br />But if the officials were brutally honest, they would say: &quot;Of all the people in the world who died today from preventable causes, one half of one percent of them were on this plane. We&rsquo;re determined to do everything possible to solve the problem that took the lives of the one half of one percent.&quot;<br /><br />The bigger problem is not the plane crash, but the millions of preventable deaths.<br /><br />We don&rsquo;t read much about these deaths. The media covers what&rsquo;s new &ndash; and millions of people dying is nothing new. So it stays in the background, where it&rsquo;s easier to ignore. But even when we do see it or read about it, it&rsquo;s difficult to keep our eyes on the problem. It&rsquo;s hard to look at suffering if the situation is so complex that we don&rsquo;t know how to help. And so we look away.<br /><br />If we can really see a problem, which is the first step, we come to the second step: cutting through the complexity to find a solution.</p><p>Finding solutions is essential if we want to make the most of our caring. If we have clear and proven answers anytime an organization or individual asks &quot;How can I help?,&quot; then we can get action &ndash; and we can make sure that none of the caring in the world is wasted. But complexity makes it hard to mark a path of action for everyone who cares &mdash; and that makes it hard for their caring to matter.<br /><br />Cutting through complexity to find a solution runs through four predictable stages: determine a goal, find the highest-leverage approach, discover the ideal technology for that approach, and in the meantime, make the smartest application of the technology that you already have &mdash; whether it&rsquo;s something sophisticated, like a drug, or something simpler, like a bednet.<br /><br />The AIDS epidemic offers an example. The broad goal, of course, is to end the disease. The highest-leverage approach is prevention. The ideal technology would be a vaccine that gives lifetime immunity with a single dose. So governments, drug companies, and foundations fund vaccine research. But their work is likely to take more than a decade, so in the meantime, we have to work with what we have in hand &ndash; and the best prevention approach we have now is getting people to avoid risky behavīor.<br /><br />Pursuing that goal starts the four-step cycle again. This is the pattern. The crucial thing is to never stop thinking and working &ndash; and never do what we did with malaria and tuberculosis in the 20th century &ndash; which is to surrender to complexity and quit.<br /><br />The final step &ndash; after seeing the problem and finding an approach &ndash; is to measure the impact of your work and share your successes and failures so that others learn from your efforts.<br /><br />You have to have the statistics, of course. You have to be able to show that a program is vaccinating millions more children. You have to be able to show a decline in the number of children dying from these diseases. This is essential not just to improve the program, but also to help draw more investment from business and government.<br /><br />But if you want to inspire people to participate, you have to show more than numbers; you have to convey the human impact of the work &ndash; so people can feel what saving a life means to the families affected.<br /><br />I remember going to Davos some years back and sitting on a global health panel that was discussing ways to save millions of lives. Millions! Think of the thrill of saving just one person&rsquo;s life &ndash; then multiply that by millions. &hellip; Yet this was the most boring panel I&rsquo;ve ever been on &ndash; ever. So boring even I couldn&rsquo;t bear it.<br /><br />What made that experience especially striking was that I had just come from an event where we were introducing version 13 of some piece of software, and we had people jumping and shouting with excitement. I love getting people excited about software &ndash; but why can&rsquo;t we generate even more excitement for saving lives?<br /><br />You can&rsquo;t get people excited unless you can help them see and feel the impact. And how you do that &ndash; is a complex question.<br /><br />Still, I&rsquo;m optimistic. Yes, inequity has been with us forever, but the new tools we have to cut through complexity have not been with us forever. They are new &ndash; they can help us make the most of our caring &ndash; and that&rsquo;s why the future can be different from the past.<br /><br />The defining and ongoing innovations of this age &ndash; biotechnology, the [url=javascript:;]<u><strong>computer</strong></u>[/url], the Internet &ndash; give us a chance we&rsquo;ve never had before to end extreme poverty and end death from preventable disease.<br /><br />Sixty years ago, George Marshall came to this commencement and announced a plan to assist the nations of post-war Europe. He said: &quot;I think one difficulty is that the problem is one of such enormous complexity that the very mass of facts presented to the public by press and radio make it exceedingly difficult for the man in the street to reach a clear appraisement of the situation. It is virtually impossible at this distance to grasp at all the real significance of the situation.&quot;<br /><br />Thirty years after Marshall made his address, as my class graduated without me, technology was emerging that would make the world smaller, more open, more visible, less distant.<br /><br />The emergence of low-cost personal computers gave rise to a powerful network that has transformed opportunities for learning and communicating.<br /><br />The magical thing about this network is not just that it collapses distance and makes everyone your neighbor. It also dramatically increases the number of brilliant minds we can have working together on the same problem &ndash; and that scales up the rate of innovation to a staggering degree.<br /><br />At the same time, for every person in the world who has access to this technology, five people don&rsquo;t. That means many creative minds are left out of this discussion -- smart people with practical intelligence and relevant experience who don&rsquo;t have the technology to hone their talents or contribute their ideas to the world.<br /><br />We need as many people as possible to have access to this technology, because these advances are triggering a revolution in what human beings can do for one another. They are making it possible not just for national governments, but for universities, corporations, smaller organizations, and even individuals to see problems, see approaches, and measure the impact of their efforts to address the hunger, poverty, and desperation George Marshall spoke of 60 years ago.<br /><br />Members of the Harvard Family: Here in the Yard is one of the great collections of intellectual talent in the world.<br /><br />What for?<br /><br />There is no question that the faculty, the alumni, the students, and the benefactors of Harvard have used their power to improve the lives of people here and around the world. But can we do more? Can Harvard dedicate its intellect to improving the lives of people who will never even hear its name?<br /><br />Let me make a request of the deans and the professors &ndash; the intellectual leaders here at Harvard: As you hire new faculty, award tenure, review curriculum, and determine degree requirements, please ask yourselves:<br /><br />Should our best minds be dedicated to solving our biggest problems?<br /><br />Should Harvard encourage its faculty to take on the world&rsquo;s worst inequities? Should Harvard students learn about the depth of global poverty &hellip; the prevalence of world hunger &hellip; the scarcity of clean water &hellip;the girls kept out of school &hellip; the children who die from diseases we can cure?<br /><br />Should the world&rsquo;s most privileged people learn about the lives of the world&rsquo;s least privileged?<br /><br />These are not rhetorical questions &ndash; you will answer with your policies.<br /><br />My mother, who was filled with pride the day I was admitted here &ndash; never stopped pressing me to do more for others. A few days before my wedding, she hosted a bridal event, at which she read aloud a letter about marriage that she had written to Melinda. My mother was very ill with cancer at the time, but she saw one more opportunity to deliver her message, and at the close of the letter she said: &quot;From those to whom much is given, much is expected.&quot;<br /><br />When you consider what those of us here in this Yard have been given &ndash; in talent, privilege, and opportunity &ndash; there is almost no limit to what the world has a right to expect from us.<br /><br />In line with the promise of this age, I want to exhort each of the graduates here to take on an issue &ndash; a complex problem, a deep inequity, and become a specialist on it. If you make it the focus of your career, that would be phenomenal. But you don&rsquo;t have to do that to make an impact. For a few hours every week, you can use the growing power of the Internet to get informed, find others with the same interests, see the barriers, and find ways to cut through them.<br /><br />Don&rsquo;t let complexity stop you. Be activists. Take on the big inequities. It will be one of the great experiences of your lives.<br /><br />You graduates are coming of age in an amazing time. As you leave Harvard, you have technology that members of my class never had. You have awareness of global inequity, which we did not have. And with that awareness, you likely also have an informed conscience that will torment you if you abandon these people whose lives you could change with very little effort. You have more than we had; you must start sooner, and carry on longer.<br /><br />Knowing what you know, how could you not?<br /><br />And I hope you will come back here to Harvard 30 years from now and reflect on what you have done with your talent and your energy. I hope you will judge yourselves not on your professional accomplishments alone, but also on how well you have addressed the world&rsquo;s deepest inequities &hellip; on how well you treated people a world away who have nothing in common with you but their humanity.<br /><br />Good luck.&nbsp;<br />&nbsp;</p><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/6655831.html">Cool!</a> 2007-07-13</div><div><a href="/logs/5823098.html">我的焦虑症</a> 2007-06-12</div><div><a href="/logs/6021550.html">一次靠谱的健身</a> 2007-05-31</div><div><a href="/logs/5902270.html">表面以下</a> 2007-04-26</div><div><a href="/logs/5855546.html">表面以下</a> 2007-03-26</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F7353986.html&title=Speech+on+Harvard%27s+graduation+ceremony">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <description><![CDATA[<font size="2">1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 晚自习停电了。我从未如此希望黑暗不要过去，光明别来。<br /></font>&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 邹宇给她的小侄女化了个大浓妆。她妈看了说，好看是好看，就是不生活化。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 有高年级的男生找邹宇拍拖，不幸的是，那年头流行三无少年，有为青年反而被人觉得平凡呆板。因为他跟邹宇一直顺路到邹宇家门口，护送起来显得特别名正言顺。而我成了十足的灯泡，陪同也不是，扔邹宇一人独挡不良少年也不好，非常烦人。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">4.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 终于有一天，混混同学伙同更多的混混偷人摩托车的时候被抓，送去劳教，我和邹宇才宽下心来。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">5.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 第二年我看到过混混同学一回。重获新生的他脑袋上刚刚长出点青渣。我本来打算假装没看见，然后骑车就跑，但不幸还是被目光犀利的混混同学发现了。他很和善的说：邹宇，还好吧？我想他该不是回来找邹宇当压寨夫人的吧，就赶紧说：好，好像挺好！不过我跟她闹僵啦，联系也不多，她的事儿你就别问我啦。赶时间，先走啦！说完，骑上我那辆进口的带变速器的山地车飞也似的消失在混混同学的视线中。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">6.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 我们班副班长是个有理想有抱负的女青年。从小就立下了远大的志向，一心要从政。后来果然念了一所跟中央特别亲近的学校，还当了校学生会主席。再后来毕业进了妇联。这是我认识的人中从小目标就明确而且实现的最彻底的一个人。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">7.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 副班长这个人我特别不了解。小时候我觉得她是个表里不一的人。但现在我成熟了许多，再让我下个结论，可能我会说，她是个敢爱敢恨，活得精彩的人。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">8.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 生物课解剖兔子，大家都兴奋的探索生物的奥秘。她一个人手起了半天眼泪比刀先落下来。一边汪汪大哭，一边说：兔子真可怜，为什么要杀它啊？兔子好可怜啊&hellip; &hellip;.</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">9.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 有一次班主任把副班长叫到办公室，拿出我的随笔让副班长学习，并教育副班长随笔要像班长那样多些点人生意义啊价值啊的东西，少点儿儿女情长。副班长比较不屑，认为班长，我，比较虚伪。而我那时候才知道随笔还可以写儿女情长。我原以为大家的随笔都写得大义凛然。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">10.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 劳动委员余鸿是个矮矮的男生。脸上带着质朴的高原红。而他本人也像他的脸一样质朴。每当打扫除想偷懒的时候，只要在余鸿面前大吐苦水，说自己天天学习加管理班级，累的腰酸背痛，他略略的装腔作势批评几句就不再苛求玻璃擦的还有白色的痕迹，忘了提前洒水空气里太多尘埃。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">11.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 垃圾站有两层。倒垃圾得爬上二楼，黑漆漆的垃圾站里总有一个衣衫褴褛的老婆婆在捡垃圾。初次去的人看见黑乎乎的垃圾堆里有个耸动的物体，还听到细碎诡异的声音，往往都以为见了鬼，吓得连滚带爬的下楼，垃圾筐有时吓得扔掉也不敢回去捡。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">12.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 这直接造成了班上垃圾筐不时的缺乏。为了挣表现，也为了起带头作用，我老从我们家拿那种装了柑桔的竹编筐子捐献给班里。我老跟我妈说，妈，我们班垃圾筐又被黑婆婆吓丢啦！赶紧再买筐桔子啊！</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">13.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 就这样，我们家间接被培养成了水果之家。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">14.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 林洁有个外号叫林二胡。我们班当时就两个文艺细胞比较发达的同学，一个是林洁，练的是民族唱法，二胡拉的也有水准；一个是徐芳，正如前面讲到的，徐芳也是民歌高手。每年的文艺演出基本模式是林洁，徐芳二重唱</font><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">徐芳独唱，林洁独奏。其他人空有一腔热忱却无处释放。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">15.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 终于有一年文艺晚会我们班加了两个演出名额，担任给徐芳和林洁合唱的《走进新时代》伴舞的角色。演出那天，聚光灯打在主唱身上，剩下两个黑暗中落寞的身影。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">16.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 有一天我又看见了小学班长王翼。他的左脸做了去痣手术，剩下两个圆圆的伤疤。外号王二筒。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">17.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 初二，张叶全家要迁去另外一个城市。Twins面临着分离。邹宇建议说在期末的班级活动时间组织一场文艺演出。我们三个出一个节目。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">18.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 我们选了王菲和张学友合唱的《非常夏日》做背景音乐。自己编了一个舞蹈。约好穿牛仔系列演出。我勤俭节约的老妈并不同意为演出买一套新衣服，何况她知道我从小到大对牛仔衣都没有好感，答应我买就是浪费。可是我循循善诱，告诉她这个节目的重要意义，磨破了嘴皮，终于搞定了我妈。</font><br />&nbsp;<br /><font size="2" style="line-height: 1.3em">19.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 不知道是谁当时给我们照了像。三个舞蹈动作有些不一致的牛仔装小女孩跳的很high。</font> <!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/7106294.html">小时候（18）</a> 2007-07-27</div><div><a href="/logs/7014682.html">小时候(17)</a> 2007-07-24</div><div><a href="/logs/6534034.html">小时候（10）</a> 2007-07-09</div><div><a href="/logs/6021559.html">Llittle sweety</a> 2007-05-02</div><div><a href="/logs/5902250.html">头发开出蔷薇</a> 2006-10-25</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F7304317.html&title=%E5%B0%8F%E6%97%B6%E5%80%99%EF%BC%8820%EF%BC%89">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <description><![CDATA[<font size="2"><font face="Times">1.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>初二的某一天，当我优雅的走在学校的林荫大道上，意气风发的跟一旁的张琴聊天的时候，一个头发卷的像小时候被我欺负过的新疆小姑娘那样夸张的高中男生急匆匆的塞了一封信到我手上。说了声你看看，然后动画片般的把腿甩圆一溜烟跑掉了。 <br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">2.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>虽然我从小就反映出对头发极度自然卷人类会产生无言的纠结心情。但毕竟收到情书是每个女生都有过的梦想之一。就算没有踩着七色云霞骑着麒麟怪兽的盖世英雄，有一个半个英雄坐骑般的人物也聊胜于无。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">3.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>我回到家，闪进卧室。翻出那封被我塞的皱巴巴的情书。慢慢打开铺平。卷发男生字还不错，写的龙飞凤舞。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">4.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>给我的所爱：你仿佛有一种魔力，使我每次见到你都会感到自己的心在狂跳不止。我知道你根本没有意识到我的存在，但你的容颜，已在我逐渐变冷的心中点燃了熊熊烈火。好几次我想鼓起勇气想你表明心中的感受，却被你那一双明亮的眼睛压了回去，我是如此的害怕看你的双眼，只好把话留在心里。我努力的强迫自己不去想你，不要打扰你平静的生活，尽管如此<font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">,</font>当我闭上双眼，你的身影又浮现在我的眼前<font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">&hellip; &hellip; </font></font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">5.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>他不知道，我平生最讨厌非原创的文学作品。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">6.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>初二开了物理课。很多年后，当我看到《魔戒》里的小怪物立马想起我的第一位物理老师。他瘦的像青岛的干鱼片，衣服罩在他身上效果跟放晾衣杆上一样。我这位物理老师不知道是不是过分瘦削以至于授课都缺乏底气，讲起课来好像随时要断线的风筝，生怕他哪天不支倒地，总让我们一节课就一身冷汗。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">7.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>所以尽管我的物理成绩从开课以来就始终低迷，但我丝毫没怀疑过是自己的智商问题。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">8.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>上面说的话还有事实根据。因为后来另一个高智商女老师顶替了小怪物的位置，她讲课从来讲重点难点，且往往概括精辟。高智商的我遇上了伯乐，一点就通，物理成绩就再没有差过。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">9.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>四月的一天，我跟张叶，邹宇在物理实验室做实验。用到了温度计，那天是<font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">24</font>度，我穿了一条点缀着百合花的过膝长裙。此后的每年，一到四月，我就开始盼望夏天和美丽的长裙。遇到寒冷的四月我还老跟人家说，哎呀，怎么四月了还这么冷，想当年的四月我都穿裙子了。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">10.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>化学课很恐怖，化学实验很危险。我总希望有化学那天发生地震。那些沸腾着白色烟雾的神奇物质一次次的刺激我的神经。我无法阻止自己幻想哪天实验课有一天同学突然疯掉，拿着硫酸当泼水节那么玩。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">11.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>还是物理实验测头发丝儿的韧劲儿比较和平。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">12.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>美术课上长发飘飘的男老师要我们画对面的教学楼和操场。我小时候学过两天水墨画。只会画竹子和竹林里的鸟。用毛笔往上画几条竖线，中间顿笔留下空隙当作竹结。然后随意的几撇给竹子长上叶子。最后是画鸟。鸟的线条比较复杂，远比竹子难画。随着时间的流逝，脑子里临摹的印象逐渐模糊，我画出来的鸟也越来越抽象派。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">13.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>美术老师看了我画的窗户是窗户，门是门的教学楼大声赞叹，问我愿不愿意参加他个人办的美术班学素描。我不忍拒绝他的赏识，说了声行。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">14.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>我不知道去哪里买画板，就让我爸给找了快画板大小的薄木板子，定上条背带，似模似样的加上几张素描纸，潇洒的背上学画去。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">15.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>走在路上，旁人投来羡慕的眼光。他们一定在想，这个小孩子就是未来的达&middot;芬奇啊！ </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">16.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>达&middot;芬奇画的是鸡蛋，我跟他异曲同工，画的是苹果。一起学画的有个男孩在我画苹果的时候已经开始画人像了。看看人家，想想自己，我此起彼伏。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">17.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>后来张叶也加入了素描班。老师告诉她，画画是她天生的才华。比给我的评价高级许多。真是伤感。 </font><br /><br /><font style="line-height: 1.3em"><font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">18.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </font>终于画到人像的时候，老师拿我们做模特分别给我和张叶示范了一副。张叶那幅像张艺谋选出来的明星，我那幅像菲律宾难民。大家不都说我们是<font face="Times" style="line-height: 1.3em">twins</font>，可是为什么素描出来差距这么大？ </font></font><!--sp--><div class="relpost"><br/><h3>随机文章：</h3><div><a href="/logs/7525667.html">小时候(21)</a> 2007-08-08</div><div><a href="/logs/6423458.html">小时候（8）</a> 2007-07-05</div><div><a href="/logs/6021548.html">说给朋友们</a> 2007-06-04</div><div><a href="/logs/6021440.html">这么些美好的瞬间</a> 2007-05-09</div><div><a href="/logs/5902250.html">头发开出蔷薇</a> 2006-10-25</div></div><div class="addfav"><br />收藏到：<span class= "delicious"><a href="http://delicious.com/save?url=http%3A%2F%2Fcisneros17.blogbus.com%2Flogs%2F7215104.html&title=%E5%B0%8F%E6%97%B6%E5%80%99%2819%29">Del.icio.us</a></span></div><br /><br /><div class="sysmsg"><b><a href="http://www.blogbus.com" target="_blank">博客大巴，你的个人传媒早班车</a></b></div><br /><br />]]></description>
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   <author>suri</author>
   <pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 15:19:22 +0800</pubDate>
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