星期四去参加了Jing姐姐的毕业典礼。Camilla硬挤出中午时间不断重复It's a big day for her; I would like to see her graduate! 不知道看完整个毕业典礼后她又作何感受。至少对于我来说是很失望的。我甚至觉得，除了站在学校门口穿着“道袍”拍拍照，让教授帮我把流苏从右边搬到左边外，我可以不用再去了，因为我肯定一年多后我听到的将是相同的垃圾致辞。

风华正茂/为祖国的伟大复兴/严格要求自己/不要忘了母校……

blablablablaaaaaa.......

感觉自己像在听XX大报告……这就是所谓大学的人文关怀？！

想起本科毕业的时候老张推心置腹地送了我们一句：Can be humble, and can be noble. 心中突然满溢着温暖与感激。

可以柔声柔细耐心到底，也可以两耳不闻大步前行；可以谦卑谨慎步步为营，也可以锋芒毕露叱咤风云；可以在逆境中不离不弃蓄势待发；也可以在顺境中不骄不躁头脑清醒。

这才是人的“弹性”，也是人最大的魅力。把老张这句话的两端拎起来小心地折，叠出两个字：豁达。东坡词读得不多，最爱《定风波》——

莫听穿林打叶声，何妨吟啸且徐行。竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，谁怕？一蓑烟雨任平生。

料峭春风吹酒醒，微冷，山头斜照却相迎。回首向来萧瑟处，归去，也无风雨也无晴。

不再因凡俗琐事而伤春悼秋，不再为得失功过而前瞻后顾。天地宽广，生即有时！何不：何妨吟啸且徐行，竹杖芒鞋轻胜马，一蓑烟雨任平生！

平和，是最大的力量。

讲到人文关怀，昨晚从上海回家，一路都在看《读者》。我还清楚地记得大一刚进去，当时的史院长给我们作了个讲座，他说他现在坚持看的杂志，一是《读书》，二是《读者》。

《读书》我不是没有尝试过。但……打个比方……比如我买一支冷饮，如果觉得不好吃再硬吃下去的话，非但得不到快感还增加了发胖的危险，不是么……

《读者》倒是时不时地经常买。套用Youth里面的一句话来说，When my spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism...我很需要一个心灵的净化器，让我再去相信一些生命本质的美好。这一期的卷首语《我们每个人都是某人一生的至爱》里有一段话：

现在大多时候，阅读似乎很容易分成两个情态：一种是读好书，读提升智性的书，但读捍候很难参与个人情感；一种是读动人的书，它算不上某种公共标准里的好书，但它针对个人来说，就是可以打动你。……

《读者》里的文章就是属于后一类的。语言朴实无华，但就是有种轻轻的感动在里面。比如，这期收录了一篇梁晓声的《希望在于孩子》，讲了三则孩子纯净心灵对大人的震撼。想起Wordsworth的那句The child is the father of the man（孩童是成人之父），我们有时候的确可以从孩子身上看到生命本来应该有的样子。在他们纯净的心灵中净化自己的心灵。多年前看Central Station（《中央车站》）没看懂，后来懂了。原来，就是一段小孩带着大人洗涤心灵的过程。

也许，我今天站出来，说毕业典礼上校长的致辞是total crap，（'cause obviously a crap can't be partly ... crap, you know）也算有当年《皇帝的新装》里那两个小孩子的勇气与智慧吧！

去APPLE网站上当了一个Mac Book Air的The Guided Tour,1分钟前刚看完,整个人现在处于抓狂状态~外表就先不说了，看到电视广告我就开始手舞足蹈兴奋莫名~看完这段视频，想学某人的一句话：我为自己是苹果饭而自豪！

它只是薄吗？错啦！看看它有多么多的创新点吧：

1、显示板呈垂直状后显示屏自动调至最亮。

2、感光键盘。在黑暗中键盘背光灯自动打开。

3、革命性触控板（直接抛弃360度鼠标，其他的一般鼠标更不在话下）。在触控板上通用一指、二指、三指实现打开，放大，缩小和旋转功能。

4、远程光驱控制。由于MAC BOOK AIR是外置光驱（APPLE的老把戏，估计又得多花近千两银子另购），这个设计可以使AIR与家里/办公室的PC/MAC光驱联通，联通后，光驱内容会显示在桌面上，与平时使用无异。

这就是我看了这段短短七分钟的视频后小结下来的创新点。

怎么说呢，套用昨天的一句话，my love is my decay。这个东东我要定了！（勒紧裤带状……）

贴图贴图！（个人以为看上APPLE就像爱上一个女人，刚开始是因为外表身材，后来发现其实她真的是秀外慧中……于是就大爱更爱绝爱……||||||）

鼻血流干了，口水还一直淌着……

上班的第一天在轻松的气氛下度过。早上听Ben讲Standard Interbank POS Transaction System，虽然有点云里雾里，但总算对银行卡支付有了点基本概念。中午和同事们一起去吃饭，当欢迎我的加入，想起以前在B&Q一到中饭时间我就被一个人留在办公室，不禁有点小感动。下午和静姐姐聊啊聊，发现我和她的taste真的好像！喜欢《大明宫词》的华丽，但也感动于Robert Frost简洁清新的语言。从史志康到李维平，再到吴刚，都能说出点上课的心得体会。她把Early Autumn这个故事打印出来给我看。故事很简单，语言也很浅显，但看完就是有一种“此情可待成追忆”的感叹。随后又交流了几部电影，聊了聊最近都很迷的jazz，然后两人的共同点在谈Oscar Wilde时暴发……整个办公室险些变成沙龙……（然后老板走了过来……）|||

好久好久没有和人聊文学聊电影聊音乐聊得这么投机了，开心开心真开心！然后无可救药地更adore静姐姐了~|||

明天就是她的毕业典礼了，和老板一起去看~呵呵……

最近最大的盼头是九号去看Hamlet的话剧~期待ING……

把Diamonds and Rust当了下来，果然很灵。最喜欢那句We both know what memories can bring/They bring diamond and rust

      Diamonds and Rust    Joan Baez
　　Well , I'll be damned .Here comes your ghost again 　
     But that's not unusual
　　It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call
　　And here I sit, hand on the telephone
　　Hearing a voice I'd known, a couple of light years ago 　　
     Heading straight for a fall

    As I remember your eyes
　　were bluer than robin's eggs
　　My poetry was lousy, you said
　　"Where were you calling from?"
　　"A booth in the Midwest"
　　Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
　　You brought me something
　　We both know what memories can bring
　　They bring diamond and rust

 
　　Well, you burst on the scene were already a legend
　　The unwatched phenomenon, 
　　the original vagabond you strayed into my arms
　　And there you stayed ,temporarily lost at sea
　　The Madonna was yours for free
　　Yes, the girl on the half shell
　　Could keep you unharmed

　　Now I see you standing
　　with brown leaves falling all around
　　Snow in your hair
　　Now you're smiling out the window
　　of that crummy hotel over Washington Square
　　Our breath comes out white cloud mingles
　　and hangs in the air
　　Speaking strictly for me
　　We both could've died then and there 
　
　　Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
　　Then give me another word for it
　　You who're so good with words
　　and at keeping thing vague
　　Cause I need some of that vagueness now
　　It's all come back too clearly
　　Yes , I love you dearly
　　And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
　　I've already paid

下午去英院找老师，重又踏上熟悉的英院楼梯，短短一年，物是人非，不免心生感叹。

站在三年级教研组办公室外等刚哥。Vivian经过，礼貌地打了声招呼，本以为她对我没什么在印象，没想到她用英国式的夸张语调叹出一句：“你长大了！”惊讶不已，难以置信地问：“您还记得我啊？！”她点头，“当然啊，我至今还记得你唱的那首tomorrow！”

感动，太感动了！

好想跟她说，在她课上赢来的那张邮票还躺在家里的相册中，而在她课上讲的那个故事，我至今仍记得。

近距离看她，当年那个满口英音的大姑娘现在已然为人母，过去的是是非非也差不多淹没在时间的洪流中了。希望她现在找到了真正平实的幸福，踏实温馨的幸福。

一个下午的好心情就被这样点亮了。

上史院长的十四行诗本来就是一种享受，但今天因为之前被Vivian记得，心情格外灿烂。课听得很认真，但经常出现的情况就是，当他读完两行诗发出感叹莎士比亚写得真好时，我还云里雾里不知道这话什么意思……|||而听完解释后又在那边不顾形象地拼命点头。（今天还时不时地与蓉蓉交流了下赞赏的眼神）

今天上了Sonnet 79-83，印象最深的几句摘抄如下：

1. Then thank him not for that which he doth say/Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.
[小苑子心得]所以有时候听到别人的赞美也不用高兴得飘飘欲仙，你是怎么样的就是怎么样的，不需要别人的褒扬。

2. But since you worth, wide as the ocean is/The humble as the proudest sail doth bear/My saucy bark inferior far to his/On your broad main doth willfully appear.
人人都会说All men are created equal。但扪心自问，自己真的能做到平等待人吗？大海的宽广，在于汇集大大小小的溪流，心灵的伟岸，则在于深深浅浅的包容。

3. The worst is this, my love is my decay.
太经典了！我也来学一记王尔德，In this world, there are only two tragedies, one is derived from hate, and the other from love. 爱之毒酒，多少人前赴后继，只为那拼死的一醉。但人啊人，什么都抵挡得住，除了诱惑。

4. And their gross painting might be better used/Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
其实清水出芙蓉是一种美，妖冶也是一种美。关键是做啥事都得各就其位，看准场合。我们女孩子嘛，当然得学西湖啦，淡妆浓抹总相宜！

5. There lives more life in one of your fair eyes/Than both your poets can in praise devise.
史院长整堂课最后的一句解释是：你的存在就是最美的一首诗。把下面一片小姑娘酸得哟骨头都酥掉了~强烈觉得就我这修行，要是收到这种水平的情书，估计也得趟不牢一下下……汗……

史院长今天课上提到的其它灵的句子：

1. And the shadow of thy perfect bliss/Is the sunshine of ours.

2. For a real beauty, rhetoric excess is unnecessary.

3. I can easily read your tiny mind. [骂人于无形之中啊……高！]

多读读这些有营养的东西，当然会觉得Crazy English是crap了啊~（虽然我一直觉得Crazy English一直很crap）还好还好，一周总算有一节是我真正想上的课了~泪崩……我容易么我……

为了去看Hamlet的话剧，我决定鼓起勇气第N次翻开这部书~马克吐温说什么来着~

A classic is a book every one wants to read ,but nobody reads.

True, very very true...

看着那个鹅黄色的袋子一晃一晃地慢慢融进熹微晨光中，心也悄悄地变柔软了。

有时候，远远地望着，就是一种幸福。

Be good, and don't screw it up, girl.

Life without Coupling is as dull as the ditchwater. Giggling in front of my iBook for an hour is what I’d like to retreat to when encountering disturbance in real life. However, as the saying goes, Noting beautiful holds out long. When you’re done, you’re done! So I am still trying to persuade myself to accept the fact that it has come to an end, and you can either develop interest elsewhere or simply go back and rewatch it. Definitely I’m doing the latter, (and will lay my hands on both finally) and I’m sure the suppressed laugh and tacit chuckle wouldn’t be less severe than the first watch.

Now here’s the post-show story told by my utterly completely totally and absolutely adored Steven Moffat, to dedicate to those who’d finished the show…

Sally said yes to Patrick, they got married and are very happy... especially as Sally beat Susan to the altar, and finally did something first. Patrick is now a completely devoted husband, who lives in total denial that he was anything other an upstanding member of the community. Or possibly he's actually forgotten. He doesn't like remembering things because it's a bit like thinking.

Jane and Oliver never actually did have sex, but they did become very good friends. They often rejoice together that their friendship is uncomplicated by any kind of sexual attraction - but they both get murderously jealous when the other is dating. Jane has a job at Oliver's science fiction book shop now - and since Oliver has that one moment of Naked Jane burnt on the inside of his eyelids, he now loses the place in one in every three sentences. People who know them well think something's gotta give - and they're right. Especially as Jane comes to work in a metal bikini.

Steve and Susan have two children now, and have recently completed work on a sitcom about their early lives together. They're developing a new television project, but it keeps getting delayed as he insists on writing episodes of some old kids show they recently pulled out of mothballs. She gets very cross about this, and if he says "Yeah but check out the season poll!" one more time, he will not live to write another word.

Jeff is still abroad. He lives a life of complete peace and serenity now, having taken the precaution of not learning a word of the local language and therefore protecting himself from the consequences of his own special brand of communication. If any English speakers turn up, he pretends he only speaks Hebrew. He is, at this very moment, staring out to sea, and sighing happily every thirty-eight seconds.

What he doesn't know, of course, is that even now a beautiful Israeli girl he once met in a bar, is heading towards his apartment, having been directed to the only Hebrew speaker on the island. What he also doesn't know is that she is being driven by a young ex-pat English woman, who is still grieving the loss of a charming, one-legged Welshman she once met on a train. And he cannot possibly suspect that (owing to a laundry mix-up, and a stag party the previous night in the same block) he is wearing heat-dissolving trunks.

As the doorbell rings, it is best that we draw a veil."