You must be visiting my blog through other means now, and I really appreciate your support to me and my blog.
I've had trouble visiting my own region on Blogspot, i.e. what you can see here, since April. At the beginning, I guesses that it must be the problem of the rubbish network of our campus, and I had complained for my unluckiness of "fail to pick a suitable blog service provider again" until many of my friends report that they cannot visit my blog either. I thought, however, that the service of Google shouldn't be unstable like this and the occasional failures of visiting my blog must be temporary.
It's not until this week that I found my blog become thoroughly impossible to be accessed. Funny enough, I found that I can log onto my blog and add, delete or modify my articles or do whatever a logger-on could do, but even I myself, even after logging in, cannot visit my blog through normal means. I've spent part of every afternoon fighting with this annoying fact, without any improvement.
Today, I tried to turn to Baidu for help and, shockingly enough, found that the sole cause all of these is because the losers of GFW had blocked the access to Blogspot in mainland! I have no interest in the excuse provided by the jerk spokesman of the government, because it will simply make me sick. I'm not here to shout out my dissatisfaction, for it'll contribute nothing to the situation.
The last thing is: I'm sorry to tell you that you probably cannot reply yet. However, you can try, for maybe that's but the problem of mine.
2007年5月31日星期四
2007年5月30日星期三
Adultery with Dog
In Qingzhou, there was a certain merchant, who worked far from his home and usually didn't come back home for a year. He fed a white dog in his house, and his wife led the dog to have sex with her, and had got used to it. One day, the merchant was back and was sleeping with his wife. The dog broke in abruptly, jumped onto their bed and bited the merchant to death. Later, his neighbors gradually heard of it, and felt it was unfair, so they reported it to the government. The government sent people to arrest the wife, the wife didn't admit her crime, so they brought her back. When the dog was binded back, they took the wife out. The dog saw the wife, and went directly toward and teared off her clothes as if it were ready for mating. It was by then that the wife ran out of excuse. Two officers were ordered to bring them to the court, one for the human and one for the dog. Someone wanted to watch their intercourse, and collected some money to bribe the officers. So the officers led the two together and compelled them to mate in front of all others. The number of spectator is always larger than a hundred, and the officers made money in this way. Eventually, the human and the dog were both executed by dismembering their bodies. Alas! How large our world is, that whatsoevercould occurs! However, is the wife the only one who have the face of a human but mate with beast?
Mr. Anecdote made his comment below: "Trysting at Pushang was bemocked in the ancient time; and dating at Sangzhong was dispised by people. (Both position are placed for dating of youth in Chinese literature)But the wife cannot endure the agony of staying alone, and have the carnal longing of adultery. The devil lying in their back was the she beast in the house; the quick hound went back to his kennel and become the lover in bed. It swayed its dog tail on the Platform of Cloud and Rain (indicates sex in Chinese literature); and wigwagged its slender waist in the world of romance. The sharp stick in the flesh tube always fell out as he moved his thigh. She accidentally came to the idea of interracial mating, and it's really extraordinary, insane idea. A hound shall bark at adultery, but now it involved in one. It performed cruel murder for envy, make hard to penalized by the law of Underworld. A woman is not a beast, but now she acted as one. She was evil, dirty, lascivious and lustful, make her flesh not worth eaten even by wolves and tigers. Alas! When human involve in adultery and murder, the female shall be executed; as to dog involving in such case, there're no law for it. If human is evil, he would be penalized by being dog in the otherworld, as to dog being evil, the Underworld shall give severest penalty. They shall have flest dismembered and soul inquisited, and I appeal for their being brought to face the judgement in the Underworld!"
Mr. Anecdote made his comment below: "Trysting at Pushang was bemocked in the ancient time; and dating at Sangzhong was dispised by people. (Both position are placed for dating of youth in Chinese literature)But the wife cannot endure the agony of staying alone, and have the carnal longing of adultery. The devil lying in their back was the she beast in the house; the quick hound went back to his kennel and become the lover in bed. It swayed its dog tail on the Platform of Cloud and Rain (indicates sex in Chinese literature); and wigwagged its slender waist in the world of romance. The sharp stick in the flesh tube always fell out as he moved his thigh. She accidentally came to the idea of interracial mating, and it's really extraordinary, insane idea. A hound shall bark at adultery, but now it involved in one. It performed cruel murder for envy, make hard to penalized by the law of Underworld. A woman is not a beast, but now she acted as one. She was evil, dirty, lascivious and lustful, make her flesh not worth eaten even by wolves and tigers. Alas! When human involve in adultery and murder, the female shall be executed; as to dog involving in such case, there're no law for it. If human is evil, he would be penalized by being dog in the otherworld, as to dog being evil, the Underworld shall give severest penalty. They shall have flest dismembered and soul inquisited, and I appeal for their being brought to face the judgement in the Underworld!"
2007年5月29日星期二
The Half-Blood Prince
It was on May 15th of this summer, when I was wandering among the bookshelves of the 10th floor of the library, that I accidentally and surprisingly discovered the Amarican hardback version of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
I'll never forget the good old days of my summer vacation afther I've finished my first yeah in high school. I travelled to my hometown Changchun and stayed with my cousin for about a month. I've already heard of how amazing the Harry Potter series was, I have a friend who was a hardcore Harry Potter fans, and I've even watched the movie of Philosopher's Stone. Though envy or proud or something, however, I resist to read those "trival fairty tales". Hence, when I heard that my uncle had bought my cousin the English version of the first four volumns of the series and these were on their bookshelf, I pretend to act indifferently.
However, curiousity had eventually beaten everything, and I began to read the series, started from Philosopher's Stone. At the beginning, I was quite a bit nervous, for I have hardly ever read a novel without a single Chinese character before. The first chapters turned out to be a little too hard for me, actually, but meanwhile I began to be attracted by the plot line and determined to read on. After finishing the first book, I had been deeply attracted to the fantasticly lovely story, thus cannot help beginning reading the second book, then the third and the fourth. I was eager to read the fifth volumn, but the English version wasn't available then.
One amazing effect that worth-mentioning is this. I spent a whole week on Philosopher's Stone, five days on Chamber of Secret, four days on Prisoner of Azkaban, and only three days of Goblet of Fire! Considering each book is longer than the previous one, it indicates that my speed of reading was increasing at blinding speed during this less-than-3-week period!
It turned out to be astonishingly effective. Since then, I could read whatever material in English at unparrelled speed. I had trained myself to use my sense, rather than vocabulary and grammar, to understand what I was reading, and to take phrases, sentenses, lines, rather than individual words, into my eyes at a time. All these contributes to my legend in the testhall of NMET English.
Looking back on the days two years ago, I can say that my being the best English learner of the whole class, and probably the whole school, is largely due to the days I read Harry Potter series.
After I entered university, I was soon selected into Level-3 class, a class for the top five percent elites in English, but I still dare not say that I'm the best of all time in the College of Physics and Engineering. Then I spent the winter vacation at Changchun, and had an opportunity to read Order of Phoenix. This time, I spent only two days, although this book is even longer than Goblet. After returning to Zhuhai, I began to read English books that are related to academic. The first few books I read are Thomas Calculus and a volumn of Linear Algebra from an unknown author. Through these I taught myself a lot about how to use English to describe maths and physics.
Now I've read several scores of different English books, both in maths and physics. It's by then that I dare say that I've become the best English master in our college. And I have to thank for Harry Potter again, for this.
In fact, I've had a chance to read Half-Blood Prince when I was in Changchun for the English version could be bought by then. However, it was much too expensive and I didn't think it's worthy buying one myself. I planned to read it when I could borrow one, and forget about it for arbitrarity long time if I couldn't.
There, now, I've got it. So I'm reading it. I haven't finished it, but I promise I'll write something about it later.
I'll never forget the good old days of my summer vacation afther I've finished my first yeah in high school. I travelled to my hometown Changchun and stayed with my cousin for about a month. I've already heard of how amazing the Harry Potter series was, I have a friend who was a hardcore Harry Potter fans, and I've even watched the movie of Philosopher's Stone. Though envy or proud or something, however, I resist to read those "trival fairty tales". Hence, when I heard that my uncle had bought my cousin the English version of the first four volumns of the series and these were on their bookshelf, I pretend to act indifferently.
However, curiousity had eventually beaten everything, and I began to read the series, started from Philosopher's Stone. At the beginning, I was quite a bit nervous, for I have hardly ever read a novel without a single Chinese character before. The first chapters turned out to be a little too hard for me, actually, but meanwhile I began to be attracted by the plot line and determined to read on. After finishing the first book, I had been deeply attracted to the fantasticly lovely story, thus cannot help beginning reading the second book, then the third and the fourth. I was eager to read the fifth volumn, but the English version wasn't available then.
One amazing effect that worth-mentioning is this. I spent a whole week on Philosopher's Stone, five days on Chamber of Secret, four days on Prisoner of Azkaban, and only three days of Goblet of Fire! Considering each book is longer than the previous one, it indicates that my speed of reading was increasing at blinding speed during this less-than-3-week period!
It turned out to be astonishingly effective. Since then, I could read whatever material in English at unparrelled speed. I had trained myself to use my sense, rather than vocabulary and grammar, to understand what I was reading, and to take phrases, sentenses, lines, rather than individual words, into my eyes at a time. All these contributes to my legend in the testhall of NMET English.
Looking back on the days two years ago, I can say that my being the best English learner of the whole class, and probably the whole school, is largely due to the days I read Harry Potter series.
After I entered university, I was soon selected into Level-3 class, a class for the top five percent elites in English, but I still dare not say that I'm the best of all time in the College of Physics and Engineering. Then I spent the winter vacation at Changchun, and had an opportunity to read Order of Phoenix. This time, I spent only two days, although this book is even longer than Goblet. After returning to Zhuhai, I began to read English books that are related to academic. The first few books I read are Thomas Calculus and a volumn of Linear Algebra from an unknown author. Through these I taught myself a lot about how to use English to describe maths and physics.
Now I've read several scores of different English books, both in maths and physics. It's by then that I dare say that I've become the best English master in our college. And I have to thank for Harry Potter again, for this.
In fact, I've had a chance to read Half-Blood Prince when I was in Changchun for the English version could be bought by then. However, it was much too expensive and I didn't think it's worthy buying one myself. I planned to read it when I could borrow one, and forget about it for arbitrarity long time if I couldn't.
There, now, I've got it. So I'm reading it. I haven't finished it, but I promise I'll write something about it later.
2007年5月28日星期一
Tennessee Waltz
Eva Cassidy
I was dancin' with my darlin' to the Tennessee Waltz,
When an old friend I happened to see.
I introduced her to my loved one,
And while they were dancin',
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes, I lost my little darlin' the night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.
2007年5月27日星期日
Nocturne
A crowd of bloodthirsty ants were attracted by rotten meat,
I looked glassy-eyedly at the lonely scenery.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct,
Losing you, what else worth caring about?
When the pigeon no longer indicated peace,
I was finally reminded
That it was condors that were being fed on the square.
With brilliant rhyming, I described the plundered love.
The dark cloud began to roof the night, the shades are unclean.
The echo of funeral flies aloft the park.
The white rose I gave you faded in the pure black surronding.
The crow was abnormally very quiet on the branch.
Silently listen to my black coat
That wanted to warm your increasingly icy memory
And the life you'd come and come through.
Mist filled the air,
In the spacious graveyard,
I'll Love you as always after being aged.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
These wing-broken dragonfly scattered in the forest,
But my eye showed not a bit sympathy.
Losing you, tears are muddily unclear,
Losing you, even my smiles had a shadow.
The wind on the moss-covering roof,
Taunt at my sadness,
As a dry well without water.
With the mournful pretty font,
I described the regretful love.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
I looked glassy-eyedly at the lonely scenery.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct,
Losing you, what else worth caring about?
When the pigeon no longer indicated peace,
I was finally reminded
That it was condors that were being fed on the square.
With brilliant rhyming, I described the plundered love.
The dark cloud began to roof the night, the shades are unclean.
The echo of funeral flies aloft the park.
The white rose I gave you faded in the pure black surronding.
The crow was abnormally very quiet on the branch.
Silently listen to my black coat
That wanted to warm your increasingly icy memory
And the life you'd come and come through.
Mist filled the air,
In the spacious graveyard,
I'll Love you as always after being aged.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
These wing-broken dragonfly scattered in the forest,
But my eye showed not a bit sympathy.
Losing you, tears are muddily unclear,
Losing you, even my smiles had a shadow.
The wind on the moss-covering roof,
Taunt at my sadness,
As a dry well without water.
With the mournful pretty font,
I described the regretful love.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.
Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.
I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.
My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.
2007年5月26日星期六
The Viewpoint on Love of an Oak
Translated by Pony
The day when the girl was born, her parents planted an oak in the middle of yard, and on the oak they carved the girl's name--Si Hua, hoping that their daughter shall grow as healthily as the oak.
Since the girl has learned to walk, she ran and ran around the oak tree. When she's tired, she sat down backing on the oak's body and rest. The girl's name was carved right on the heart of the oak, so the girl named Si Hua was in the oak's heart since the day she was born, and he found that he had fallen in love with her. However, he was but an oak, an oak that could neither walk nor talk. The only thing it could do is to watch the girl, to stretch its limbs as wide as it could and to grew its green leafs more thickly, so as to create a nice shade for the girl, as if nothing else could express its endless love to the girl.
The girl, of course, didn’t know that there was an oak that loved her so much. But, she spent most of her childhood with the oak. Whenever she was sad for something, she would sit under the shade, and spoke on and on to him, looking on the tree as an understanding friend. The oak always swayed its green leaves, showing his response to the girl, or even drop a couple of dews onto the girl sometimes. Then, the girl would say, "Don't cry, dear. See, you cry even before I do."
As the girl became older, she didn't love talking to the oak so much. She always leaned on the oak, imagining how attractive the outside world was, how lovable the outside world was, and she hoped to live in the outside world one day. While the oak thought, could we lean on each other like this for a whole life, I would die without regret.
However, there finally came a day when the girl left the warm, unadorned small home, left the oak loving her deeply, and went to a distant and glory city. She told the oak, she would go to a place far, far away to seek for her dream, and for her lover.
On the day the girl left, the oak cried. Just like human, his teardrops were salty.
The oak no longer had energy to live on. His limbs were not so widespread as before, and his green leaves were no longer thick as before.
One day, a woodpecker who loved the oak stayed on him, and said with concern. Oak, what's wrong with you these days? See, your body is full of worm. It's still summer, but most of your leaves have become yellow. If you go on like this, you would die! Do you understand?
The woodpecker said: What a pity that she doesn't know what you're thinking. It's indeed a great agony to love someone, but cannot tell her about it, I can understand. Well, let's try this: I pick a leave of yours, fly to far to give her that, and perhaps she'll know your heart, and come back to see you."
The oak became so excited, he selected for a long time, and finally chose a leaf whose shape is most similar to that of heart. He handed it to the woodpecker, had her bring it to the girl far away.
The woodpecker flied for a long, long distance, and finally, she reached the city the girl lived in at last. She gave the leaf, held in her beaks for all time, to the girl. When the girl saw it, she simply thought it was so very beautiful, but didn't thought it's from the oak who missed her day and night. She put the leaf into a love fiction she loved best as a bookmark.
When she's back, the woodpecker told everything honestly to the oak she loved. The oak felt extremely happy. Thank you so much, dear woodpecker. Though she could not come back to see me, even not remember me at all, but my leaf is in the book she loves best, and it brings her some happiness, this, itself, is such an enjoyable feeling. I'm so very grateful to you!
And then the oak asked the woodpecker. Please do me another favor, dear friend. I made a necklace with the berry on the ivy hanging on me. Could you help me again by sending it to she that lives faraway?
By then, the woodpecker had been exceptionally exhausted. but as she saw the desiring eyes of the oak, she nodded: If only you can live on happily from now on, I can do whatever you ask me to do."
Again, the woodpecker held the berry necklace, which was too heavy for her, in her beak, and headed to distance. When she gave it to the girl, she was been thoroughly fatigued. But she collected all her remaining energy and flied back to the oak, told him that the girl was so happy to see the berry necklace, and promised to come back one day. Then, she lied on the limb of the oak quietly. She knew that she's going to die, but she was not grief, for she knew she was content to do such drudgeries, for she fell in love with the oak. Though the oak loved her not, though the oak even didn't know there was a woodpecker who loved him, all these were not important, and she would never regret. She thought, if only she can bring happiness to the loved one, even sacrificing her own life is by no means regretful at all.
The oak cried, and cried very sadly, because he knew the woodpecker died for no other than him. He even realized the love of the woodpecker, but he hadn't valued it. He even realized such a principle: should he be a man in the other life, he would not only value the one he loves, but also value the one who loves him.
The girl saw the berry necklace, and finally remembered the oak far away, for she always make suchlike necklace under the oak. However, the girl had married, married a fairly handsome lad, he loved her very much, and the girl felt that she was so happy. The boy asked the girl, Where shall we all live when we have our own kids one day? The girl said that they shall live at the place where she spent her childhood.
Many years later, the girl returned to her homeland with her husband and child, and her heart was no longer so wild. She found the hometown , comparing with the outside world, was after all the most warm and kind place, and she decided to spend the rest of her life living here.
Again, the oak saw the girl. Though the girl was married, and had someone she loved, but, as he saw the girl was happy, the oak felt untold happiness. And, he comprehend the woodpecker who died for him even more.
The oak became more growed, and the girl's child always ran around the tree or whisper to him under his shade, as his mother did years ago. One day he asked, Why is my mother's name carved on your heart?
The oak shook his green leaves and gave a silly smile, he wanted to tell the child a moving love story. However, the child would not hear, because, he's but an oak.
Since the girl has learned to walk, she ran and ran around the oak tree. When she's tired, she sat down backing on the oak's body and rest. The girl's name was carved right on the heart of the oak, so the girl named Si Hua was in the oak's heart since the day she was born, and he found that he had fallen in love with her. However, he was but an oak, an oak that could neither walk nor talk. The only thing it could do is to watch the girl, to stretch its limbs as wide as it could and to grew its green leafs more thickly, so as to create a nice shade for the girl, as if nothing else could express its endless love to the girl.
The girl, of course, didn’t know that there was an oak that loved her so much. But, she spent most of her childhood with the oak. Whenever she was sad for something, she would sit under the shade, and spoke on and on to him, looking on the tree as an understanding friend. The oak always swayed its green leaves, showing his response to the girl, or even drop a couple of dews onto the girl sometimes. Then, the girl would say, "Don't cry, dear. See, you cry even before I do."
As the girl became older, she didn't love talking to the oak so much. She always leaned on the oak, imagining how attractive the outside world was, how lovable the outside world was, and she hoped to live in the outside world one day. While the oak thought, could we lean on each other like this for a whole life, I would die without regret.
However, there finally came a day when the girl left the warm, unadorned small home, left the oak loving her deeply, and went to a distant and glory city. She told the oak, she would go to a place far, far away to seek for her dream, and for her lover.
On the day the girl left, the oak cried. Just like human, his teardrops were salty.
The oak no longer had energy to live on. His limbs were not so widespread as before, and his green leaves were no longer thick as before.
One day, a woodpecker who loved the oak stayed on him, and said with concern. Oak, what's wrong with you these days? See, your body is full of worm. It's still summer, but most of your leaves have become yellow. If you go on like this, you would die! Do you understand?
The woodpecker said: What a pity that she doesn't know what you're thinking. It's indeed a great agony to love someone, but cannot tell her about it, I can understand. Well, let's try this: I pick a leave of yours, fly to far to give her that, and perhaps she'll know your heart, and come back to see you."
The oak became so excited, he selected for a long time, and finally chose a leaf whose shape is most similar to that of heart. He handed it to the woodpecker, had her bring it to the girl far away.
The woodpecker flied for a long, long distance, and finally, she reached the city the girl lived in at last. She gave the leaf, held in her beaks for all time, to the girl. When the girl saw it, she simply thought it was so very beautiful, but didn't thought it's from the oak who missed her day and night. She put the leaf into a love fiction she loved best as a bookmark.
When she's back, the woodpecker told everything honestly to the oak she loved. The oak felt extremely happy. Thank you so much, dear woodpecker. Though she could not come back to see me, even not remember me at all, but my leaf is in the book she loves best, and it brings her some happiness, this, itself, is such an enjoyable feeling. I'm so very grateful to you!
And then the oak asked the woodpecker. Please do me another favor, dear friend. I made a necklace with the berry on the ivy hanging on me. Could you help me again by sending it to she that lives faraway?
By then, the woodpecker had been exceptionally exhausted. but as she saw the desiring eyes of the oak, she nodded: If only you can live on happily from now on, I can do whatever you ask me to do."
Again, the woodpecker held the berry necklace, which was too heavy for her, in her beak, and headed to distance. When she gave it to the girl, she was been thoroughly fatigued. But she collected all her remaining energy and flied back to the oak, told him that the girl was so happy to see the berry necklace, and promised to come back one day. Then, she lied on the limb of the oak quietly. She knew that she's going to die, but she was not grief, for she knew she was content to do such drudgeries, for she fell in love with the oak. Though the oak loved her not, though the oak even didn't know there was a woodpecker who loved him, all these were not important, and she would never regret. She thought, if only she can bring happiness to the loved one, even sacrificing her own life is by no means regretful at all.
The oak cried, and cried very sadly, because he knew the woodpecker died for no other than him. He even realized the love of the woodpecker, but he hadn't valued it. He even realized such a principle: should he be a man in the other life, he would not only value the one he loves, but also value the one who loves him.
The girl saw the berry necklace, and finally remembered the oak far away, for she always make suchlike necklace under the oak. However, the girl had married, married a fairly handsome lad, he loved her very much, and the girl felt that she was so happy. The boy asked the girl, Where shall we all live when we have our own kids one day? The girl said that they shall live at the place where she spent her childhood.
Many years later, the girl returned to her homeland with her husband and child, and her heart was no longer so wild. She found the hometown , comparing with the outside world, was after all the most warm and kind place, and she decided to spend the rest of her life living here.
Again, the oak saw the girl. Though the girl was married, and had someone she loved, but, as he saw the girl was happy, the oak felt untold happiness. And, he comprehend the woodpecker who died for him even more.
The oak became more growed, and the girl's child always ran around the tree or whisper to him under his shade, as his mother did years ago. One day he asked, Why is my mother's name carved on your heart?
The oak shook his green leaves and gave a silly smile, he wanted to tell the child a moving love story. However, the child would not hear, because, he's but an oak.
2007年5月24日星期四
2007年5月23日星期三
Add a new catalog: Star Wars
I thought the articles I may write about Star Wars can be sorted into other catalogs, but I find it indeed hard.
For more than eight years as a user of Internet, I have registered in dozens of different forums. However, I have ever use two IDs: lightsaber and sword. The first ID is doubtlessly derived from Star Wars, and the second is apparently derived from the first one. I think this is enough to show my enthusiasm.
There's hardly any movie that can make the whole world crazy for thirty years, and there's hardly any movie that can make me crazy for ten years. But Star Wars does them both.
I don't look on myself as a fatalist, yet I always say that it's my destiny, my fate, to be a Star Wars fans. It was a peaceful night ten years ago, I was watching TV with my mom. Neither of us knew the name of the movie on TV then. I just saw a young man suspended up-side-down in an ice burrow, and an approaching monster seemed to ready to eat him up. There was an iron bar in the snow below, he struggled to pick it, but he cannot reach it.
"What's that in the snow?", my mother asked.
At the very moment, I had a strange feeling that someone--maybe the god himself--spoke through my mouth, and I uttered a sentence I will never believe.
"That's his lightsaber."
The young man concentrated for a while. Suddenly, the iron bar shot into his hand like magic, and a blue glare light, just like laser except that it had finite length, jumped into his hand. He chopped off the head of the bear with a single slash.
"How do you know it's a light-something?"
"I don't know, just instinct.", I murmured.
As I grew older, I began to know more about it. I came to realize that the movie I saw that night was called Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, and the young man was name Luke Skywalker, etc. I bought the novel of the so-called "Original Trilogy", and enjoyed it for years. Furthermore, I watched Episode VI through VCD, but not Episode IV, which I thought was the most exciting with dogfight of starfighters.
Episode I: The Phantom Menace was shown during the holiday I graduated from primary school. I watched it twice, and did enjoyed the lightsaber-duel. By the way, I have a special interest in lightsaber-duel, maybe I'm destined to like it!
When I was in Junior 2, I came across a forum of Star Wars, totally by chance. There were nice posts there, but I never imagined the role that forum played in my high school life.
Episode II: The Attack of the Clones was shown during the holiday I graduated from junior high school. It's even more brilliant, for it's the first time I ever saw so many Jedis (and it means so many lightsabers!).
It is during that very summer vacation that I along with many others noticed the forum I mentioned above. It's a time of flourish, that never happened again in that forum according to my memory. And I, as a junior Star Wars fans, began to take that forum, later called "BBS OF STARWARS", as a prime forum I visited during the following year. It brought me a lot of laughters as well as tears during that year, and I can never describe all the details of it in several thousand words. However, I left the forum for almost two years after that because I do not want to surrender to the decipline there.
Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith was shown during the holiday I graduated from senior high school. I have only watched it once, but it gave me a great impression. It's then that I returned to the forum I mentioned above, for a short time, due to the collapse of the damned server(that's the drawback of free forum!).
Well, I think I had better stop here, and my conclusion is:
For more than eight years as a user of Internet, I have registered in dozens of different forums. However, I have ever use two IDs: lightsaber and sword. The first ID is doubtlessly derived from Star Wars, and the second is apparently derived from the first one. I think this is enough to show my enthusiasm.
There's hardly any movie that can make the whole world crazy for thirty years, and there's hardly any movie that can make me crazy for ten years. But Star Wars does them both.
I don't look on myself as a fatalist, yet I always say that it's my destiny, my fate, to be a Star Wars fans. It was a peaceful night ten years ago, I was watching TV with my mom. Neither of us knew the name of the movie on TV then. I just saw a young man suspended up-side-down in an ice burrow, and an approaching monster seemed to ready to eat him up. There was an iron bar in the snow below, he struggled to pick it, but he cannot reach it.
"What's that in the snow?", my mother asked.
At the very moment, I had a strange feeling that someone--maybe the god himself--spoke through my mouth, and I uttered a sentence I will never believe.
"That's his lightsaber."
The young man concentrated for a while. Suddenly, the iron bar shot into his hand like magic, and a blue glare light, just like laser except that it had finite length, jumped into his hand. He chopped off the head of the bear with a single slash.
"How do you know it's a light-something?"
"I don't know, just instinct.", I murmured.
As I grew older, I began to know more about it. I came to realize that the movie I saw that night was called Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, and the young man was name Luke Skywalker, etc. I bought the novel of the so-called "Original Trilogy", and enjoyed it for years. Furthermore, I watched Episode VI through VCD, but not Episode IV, which I thought was the most exciting with dogfight of starfighters.
Episode I: The Phantom Menace was shown during the holiday I graduated from primary school. I watched it twice, and did enjoyed the lightsaber-duel. By the way, I have a special interest in lightsaber-duel, maybe I'm destined to like it!
When I was in Junior 2, I came across a forum of Star Wars, totally by chance. There were nice posts there, but I never imagined the role that forum played in my high school life.
Episode II: The Attack of the Clones was shown during the holiday I graduated from junior high school. It's even more brilliant, for it's the first time I ever saw so many Jedis (and it means so many lightsabers!).
It is during that very summer vacation that I along with many others noticed the forum I mentioned above. It's a time of flourish, that never happened again in that forum according to my memory. And I, as a junior Star Wars fans, began to take that forum, later called "BBS OF STARWARS", as a prime forum I visited during the following year. It brought me a lot of laughters as well as tears during that year, and I can never describe all the details of it in several thousand words. However, I left the forum for almost two years after that because I do not want to surrender to the decipline there.
Episode III: The Revenge of the Sith was shown during the holiday I graduated from senior high school. I have only watched it once, but it gave me a great impression. It's then that I returned to the forum I mentioned above, for a short time, due to the collapse of the damned server(that's the drawback of free forum!).
Well, I think I had better stop here, and my conclusion is:
I shall create the new catalog of "Star Wars" today!
2007年5月21日星期一
Chrysanthemums Terrace
Written by Wenshan Fang
Translated by Pony
Your tears glist pain in the feminity,
The deadly pale moon curves, hook up the past.
The night is so endless that turns into frost,
Who is despairing icily on the attic?
Rain gently drums on the scarlet pane,
My life, on the paper, flutters with wind
Dreams at distance rise like incense,
Melt in the wind as your image.
Chrysanthemums fade, pain covers the ground,
Your smile is becoming browned.
Your heart fades with flowers,
While my mind quietly rest.
North wind's in frenzy, the days isn't yet dawn,
Your shadow cannot be parted with.
Only I am left atwain alone aloft the lake.
Blossoms meet their terminal, scattering the effulgence.
The faded road seems extremely fated.
Don't ferry in grief, breaking your autumnal heart,
For fear you'll not reach the shore, and sway all life long.
Whose realm is it, echoing with clamor of hoofs,
I, in full armor, rides in the whirlwind.
The day slowing dawns, you quietly sigh,
A night of sorrow is so fragile.
The deadly pale moon curves, hook up the past.
The night is so endless that turns into frost,
Who is despairing icily on the attic?
Rain gently drums on the scarlet pane,
My life, on the paper, flutters with wind
Dreams at distance rise like incense,
Melt in the wind as your image.
Chrysanthemums fade, pain covers the ground,
Your smile is becoming browned.
Your heart fades with flowers,
While my mind quietly rest.
North wind's in frenzy, the days isn't yet dawn,
Your shadow cannot be parted with.
Only I am left atwain alone aloft the lake.
Blossoms meet their terminal, scattering the effulgence.
The faded road seems extremely fated.
Don't ferry in grief, breaking your autumnal heart,
For fear you'll not reach the shore, and sway all life long.
Whose realm is it, echoing with clamor of hoofs,
I, in full armor, rides in the whirlwind.
The day slowing dawns, you quietly sigh,
A night of sorrow is so fragile.
Grove of Birch
White snow floats aloft the peaceful village,
Pigeons fly below the sky with haze.
The two names are engraved on the birch,
They swear they'll spend the life loving each other.
One day the flame of war burned to the hometown,
The lad took up arms and head for the frontier.
"Sweetheart, please don't worry about me,
Wait for my return in that grove of birch."
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The dark news arrived on that afternoon,
Her lover died in the distant battlefield.
Silently she came to the grove of birch,
and gazed at distance day after day.
She said he was just lost in the far,
He will surely come, come to this grove of birch.
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The long, long road was coming to its end,
The lass had been totally white-haired.
She could always hear his call by her bed,
"Come, my darling, come to this grove of birch."
She murmured before she passes away,
"I'm coming, wait for me, in that grove of birch."
Pigeons fly below the sky with haze.
The two names are engraved on the birch,
They swear they'll spend the life loving each other.
One day the flame of war burned to the hometown,
The lad took up arms and head for the frontier.
"Sweetheart, please don't worry about me,
Wait for my return in that grove of birch."
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The dark news arrived on that afternoon,
Her lover died in the distant battlefield.
Silently she came to the grove of birch,
and gazed at distance day after day.
She said he was just lost in the far,
He will surely come, come to this grove of birch.
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The long, long road was coming to its end,
The lass had been totally white-haired.
She could always hear his call by her bed,
"Come, my darling, come to this grove of birch."
She murmured before she passes away,
"I'm coming, wait for me, in that grove of birch."
2007年5月20日星期日
Getting Physical
Late last year, researchers in England published a study purporting to establish a link between creative output and number of sexual partners. As the lead author (under)stated, “Creative people are often considered to be very attractive and get lots of attention as a result.”
The theoretical physicists of the 20th century were no exception. Promiscuous chasers by profession, physicists ever-pursue objects that lie partially hidden to the immediate senses, but are evidently there behind nature's many layers. The best physicists are able to tease a peek beneath all that partially-covered exterior, as any pickup artist would: with a mix of cleverness and straightforward arrogance. This is hardly just simple metaphor; for many of the greatest physicists, this libertine modus operandi also fueled their private lives.
Schr?dinger, Curie, Einstein, Feynman, Oppenheimer…the finest names of pre-Cold War 20th-century physics, some of whom gave us the most concise theories ever posited, form a roster of lamentable philanderers. Albert Einstein was completely “given to flirtation” and had legions of affairs. Caltech professor and bestselling raconteur Richard Feynman was probably the only Nobel Prize winner to befriend porn stars, claim a foolproof manner for bedding women and do his calculations on napkins in strip clubs. And it wasn’t just the guys: Marie Curie was relentlessly hounded by the press for seducing away her late-husband’s former student from his wife and kids.
“Libertines, both male and female, have always been around in math and physics,” says Jennifer Ouellette, who writes on physics history and is associate editor of the American Physical Society’s newsletter. Yet today, while physicists still spend day and night chasing nature, the era of chasing skirts — or knickers—seems to have passed. Where have all the physics playb—er, sociable persons gone?
Between the world wars, physicists hunted the big ideas and had the big personalities—and sex drives—to match. They worked and played under a unique confluence of circumstance. The sexual norms of the time, their status, the sexiness of their projects and achievements all conspired to make the top physicists supremely desirable.
The most shameless cad of the group was Richard Feynman. When he once nearly crashed his car while eyeing a passing beauty, his only excuse was, “I only see the women, the rest is all a blur.” He even kept a picture in his office of one acquaintance, buxom adult film star Candi Samples, signed, “To Big Dick, Love from Candi.”
Remarkably, some physicists’ trysts seem to have actually led to physical insight: While once floundering on a problem, Erwin Schr?dinger shacked up in an alpine villa for an extended holiday with “an old girlfriend” and, in the “late erotic outburst” that followed, produced the eponymous equation that would net him the Nobel.
At the atomic bomb project in Los Alamos, the assembled brain trust was as hard-partying as a troop of college kids on spring break. Weekends with the physicists were “big and brassy,” replete with poker and booze. They played so hard that the program tried to quarantine the women’s dorms; as one boss euphemized, “The girls had been doing a flourishing business of requiting the needs of our young men.” So many babies resulted that Robert Oppenheimer (or his boss, nobody’s really sure), himself having tried to run off with the wife of Linus Pauling and bed the wife of another colleague, was told to halt the extracurricular activities. (Oppenheimer didn’t.)
So what’s happened since? Not to bemoan the loss of machismo, but today’s physicists seem to lack that same rat-pack panache that old-school physicists brought to the blackboard. Considering the unparalleled prestige that the Atomic Era physicists enjoyed, it’s hardly astonishing that sexual power plays —like those that often transpire between an executive and assistant, or even a president and an intern —could have resulted. And though modern theoreticians still pursue big ideas, their intellectual forebears revealed so many of nature’s broad physical features that, now, only the finer areas are left to explore.
Ouellette points to another possible explanation: “This stuff still goes on, we just don’t hear about it. The history books on the great physics personalities of the late 20th century have yet to be written.” She points to a famous professor whom “everyone knows ditched” one woman for another: “it’s gossiped about, but you never read about it [because] the science is what really matters.” There’s also Stephen Hawking, whose affair was detailed in the British tabloid. Perhaps there are others.
And perhaps, with the new Large Hadron Collider ready to go online next year—if physics is now “just another discipline,” as Nature recently editorialized—its time will come again. In the meantime, it might help to remember Richard Feynman’s truth-laden maxim, “Physics is like sex: Sure, it may give some practical results but that’s not why we do it.”
The theoretical physicists of the 20th century were no exception. Promiscuous chasers by profession, physicists ever-pursue objects that lie partially hidden to the immediate senses, but are evidently there behind nature's many layers. The best physicists are able to tease a peek beneath all that partially-covered exterior, as any pickup artist would: with a mix of cleverness and straightforward arrogance. This is hardly just simple metaphor; for many of the greatest physicists, this libertine modus operandi also fueled their private lives.
Schr?dinger, Curie, Einstein, Feynman, Oppenheimer…the finest names of pre-Cold War 20th-century physics, some of whom gave us the most concise theories ever posited, form a roster of lamentable philanderers. Albert Einstein was completely “given to flirtation” and had legions of affairs. Caltech professor and bestselling raconteur Richard Feynman was probably the only Nobel Prize winner to befriend porn stars, claim a foolproof manner for bedding women and do his calculations on napkins in strip clubs. And it wasn’t just the guys: Marie Curie was relentlessly hounded by the press for seducing away her late-husband’s former student from his wife and kids.
“Libertines, both male and female, have always been around in math and physics,” says Jennifer Ouellette, who writes on physics history and is associate editor of the American Physical Society’s newsletter. Yet today, while physicists still spend day and night chasing nature, the era of chasing skirts — or knickers—seems to have passed. Where have all the physics playb—er, sociable persons gone?
Between the world wars, physicists hunted the big ideas and had the big personalities—and sex drives—to match. They worked and played under a unique confluence of circumstance. The sexual norms of the time, their status, the sexiness of their projects and achievements all conspired to make the top physicists supremely desirable.
The most shameless cad of the group was Richard Feynman. When he once nearly crashed his car while eyeing a passing beauty, his only excuse was, “I only see the women, the rest is all a blur.” He even kept a picture in his office of one acquaintance, buxom adult film star Candi Samples, signed, “To Big Dick, Love from Candi.”
Remarkably, some physicists’ trysts seem to have actually led to physical insight: While once floundering on a problem, Erwin Schr?dinger shacked up in an alpine villa for an extended holiday with “an old girlfriend” and, in the “late erotic outburst” that followed, produced the eponymous equation that would net him the Nobel.
At the atomic bomb project in Los Alamos, the assembled brain trust was as hard-partying as a troop of college kids on spring break. Weekends with the physicists were “big and brassy,” replete with poker and booze. They played so hard that the program tried to quarantine the women’s dorms; as one boss euphemized, “The girls had been doing a flourishing business of requiting the needs of our young men.” So many babies resulted that Robert Oppenheimer (or his boss, nobody’s really sure), himself having tried to run off with the wife of Linus Pauling and bed the wife of another colleague, was told to halt the extracurricular activities. (Oppenheimer didn’t.)
So what’s happened since? Not to bemoan the loss of machismo, but today’s physicists seem to lack that same rat-pack panache that old-school physicists brought to the blackboard. Considering the unparalleled prestige that the Atomic Era physicists enjoyed, it’s hardly astonishing that sexual power plays —like those that often transpire between an executive and assistant, or even a president and an intern —could have resulted. And though modern theoreticians still pursue big ideas, their intellectual forebears revealed so many of nature’s broad physical features that, now, only the finer areas are left to explore.
Ouellette points to another possible explanation: “This stuff still goes on, we just don’t hear about it. The history books on the great physics personalities of the late 20th century have yet to be written.” She points to a famous professor whom “everyone knows ditched” one woman for another: “it’s gossiped about, but you never read about it [because] the science is what really matters.” There’s also Stephen Hawking, whose affair was detailed in the British tabloid. Perhaps there are others.
And perhaps, with the new Large Hadron Collider ready to go online next year—if physics is now “just another discipline,” as Nature recently editorialized—its time will come again. In the meantime, it might help to remember Richard Feynman’s truth-laden maxim, “Physics is like sex: Sure, it may give some practical results but that’s not why we do it.”
2007年5月18日星期五
A Lecture On Star Wars
Today of thirty years ago is a day that will be engraved in the history of movie for good. When Obi-wan ignited the lightsaber, he also ignited a new period of American movie, and ignited the dream of the human kind to the edgeless universe. Star Wars: A New Hope and the following five movies that made up two trilogies have profound influence in many aspects.
Star Wars is a milestone. The Original Trilogy, shot in 1970s to 1980s, are some of the earliest movies that use a great deal of special effects to fully realize the unparallel imagination of the playwright and the director. The Previous Trilogy, shot at the junction of 20th and 21st century, pushed this to the ultimate. Someone criticize that Star Wars “abuse computer special effects”.
However, we have to see that it is Star Wars that began the tradition in Hollywood of adequate usage of special effects, hence Star Wars indicates a new age of movie. One example I have to mention is The Lord of the Ring trilogy. The imagination of the novels can be compared with that of Lucas, and thus it can never appear on the screen without computer special effects.
Star Wars is a seeder. It put the seed of imagination, passion, and curiosity to the universe deep into its audiences, generation after generation. It's said that a majority of scientists in NASA are fans of Star Wars, and it's Star Wars that make them devote their life to the exploration of the universe.
Star Wars is not only a series of movie, it has melted into the blood of American culture, and has become a part of the soul of United States, just as The Romance of Three Kingdom of Chinese culture.
And now, today, standing on the foot of this peerless monument and looking up at the galaxy above, it’s necessary for us to realize there is an extraordinary saga should be forever remembered; there is an exceptional epic should be never forgotten; there is a brilliant legend should be forever engraved into our hearts; there is a glittering mythology should never be dropped from our minds. This masterpiece is Star Wars, an eternal fable, and an undying tale.
Thank you indeed, and may the Force be with you.
Star Wars is a milestone. The Original Trilogy, shot in 1970s to 1980s, are some of the earliest movies that use a great deal of special effects to fully realize the unparallel imagination of the playwright and the director. The Previous Trilogy, shot at the junction of 20th and 21st century, pushed this to the ultimate. Someone criticize that Star Wars “abuse computer special effects”.
However, we have to see that it is Star Wars that began the tradition in Hollywood of adequate usage of special effects, hence Star Wars indicates a new age of movie. One example I have to mention is The Lord of the Ring trilogy. The imagination of the novels can be compared with that of Lucas, and thus it can never appear on the screen without computer special effects.
Star Wars is a seeder. It put the seed of imagination, passion, and curiosity to the universe deep into its audiences, generation after generation. It's said that a majority of scientists in NASA are fans of Star Wars, and it's Star Wars that make them devote their life to the exploration of the universe.
Star Wars is not only a series of movie, it has melted into the blood of American culture, and has become a part of the soul of United States, just as The Romance of Three Kingdom of Chinese culture.
And now, today, standing on the foot of this peerless monument and looking up at the galaxy above, it’s necessary for us to realize there is an extraordinary saga should be forever remembered; there is an exceptional epic should be never forgotten; there is a brilliant legend should be forever engraved into our hearts; there is a glittering mythology should never be dropped from our minds. This masterpiece is Star Wars, an eternal fable, and an undying tale.
Thank you indeed, and may the Force be with you.
2007年5月14日星期一
Gradually Recovering From Minimum
Since the end of the vacation, the derivative of my talent on academic has been a negative value.
A most apparent evidence among the observables is my speed of reading academic literatures of high difficulty. Before the vacation, I can read 10 hours of "Lecher's Nine Volumns" without much pressure. Now, however, I found it's just impossible of concentrate on it for a considerable period. When I read An Introduction of Solid State Physics, I'm just exhillarating. But now, I fall asleep each time when I read it.
The negative derivative dues to the value of several variables.
The predominant one is emotion. Though I was fairly happy during the vacation except for a couple of irritating events, I came across several quarrels these days. I found I show no fear of breaking friendship when quarrelling, but I regret and fear of the loss after them. I must make some adjustment.
However, it's becoming positive again as I adjusted the value of those variables.
A most apparent evidence among the observables is my speed of reading academic literatures of high difficulty. Before the vacation, I can read 10 hours of "Lecher's Nine Volumns" without much pressure. Now, however, I found it's just impossible of concentrate on it for a considerable period. When I read An Introduction of Solid State Physics, I'm just exhillarating. But now, I fall asleep each time when I read it.
The negative derivative dues to the value of several variables.
The predominant one is emotion. Though I was fairly happy during the vacation except for a couple of irritating events, I came across several quarrels these days. I found I show no fear of breaking friendship when quarrelling, but I regret and fear of the loss after them. I must make some adjustment.
However, it's becoming positive again as I adjusted the value of those variables.
2007年5月12日星期六
Ode to the Youth
A couple of days ago when I was reading FLP, I unexpectedly came across a name. It was a thesis quoted and reprinted in FLP, about studying the structure and construction of crystals, and the flaws in them, through a simulative experiment completed by bubbles. I've already heard about it in Heat Physics class, so there's nothing fresh for me. However, I was so surprised, even shocked, to see the name of one of the authors.
Sir William Lawrence Bragg 1890-1971
W. L. Bragg received the Nobel Prize in Physics, along with his father, in 1915, at the age of 25. It made him the youngest laureate in the history of Nobel Prize. In the following 91 years, the record has never been broken, and it seems more and more unlikely to be broken. (The majority of Nobel Prize laureates in Physics after 1970s were in their 40s or even older, decades after the achievement by which they receive it.) What's more, he was chosen as the "Most handsome Nobel Prize Winner". His deliberative, perfectly-build face was even more attractive than Feynman and Watson!
Bragg was born in Adelaide, South Australia, on March 31, 1890. He received his early education at St. Peter's College in his birthplace, proceeding to Adelaide University to take his degree in mathematics with first-class honours at the age of 18. He came to England with his father in 1909 and entered Trinity College, Cambridge, as an Allen Scholar, taking first-class honours in the Natural Science Tripos at the age of 22. In the autumn of this year he commenced his examination of the von Laue phenomenon and published his first paper on the subject in the Proceedings of the Cambridge Philosophical Society in November. He was appointed as Fellow and Lecturer in Natural Sciences at Trinity College at the age of 24, and the same year he was awarded the Barnard Medal. The next year, he received his ultimate honour as a Nobel Prize laureate. Later, he received many minor prizes, and was elected a member of Royal Society.
From 1912 to 1914, he worked with his father, studying the newly discovered phenomenon: receive X-ray reflected from a piece of crystals with film can leave regular points on it. By that time, the essence of X-ray was not clearly understood. In fact, though there was evidence, like the observation of polarization, that indicates that X-ray is a kind of wave, almost everyone except young Lawrence, including his father, looked on X-ray as a kind of particle. Based on the assumption that X-ray is a kind of wave, though extraordinary intuition, unbelievable imagination and a blast of inspiration, Lawrence consider it as a kind of diffraction, and soon found out the correct and amazingly simple formula for X-ray diffraction in Crystals, and the formula was soon supported by experiments. The result was extremely practical, because men can study the Crystals by shooting X-ray on it and study the diffraction pattern. The double-helix structure of DNA molecure was discovered in this particular way. The results were concluded in his paper, X-rays and Crystal Structure (1915), which directly led to his being rewarded of Nobel Prize. By that time, he haven't received his Ph. D degree!
Many guys who come to know that he shared the Prize together with his father declare: "The main contribution must be his father's, he was no more than a graduate and assistant. And he's just too lucky to share the prize!" However, as far as I know, his father originally tend to dealt X-ray as a kind of particle, and he just gave it to his son to study the details. A surprise if there must be one, is that his father shared the Prize which should have been belonged to his son alone!
After that, he stayed to work at Cavendish Laboratory, the best physics lab in Britain, and probably in the world. In 1938, after Lord Rutherford passed away, Bragg became the director of the lab. He was famous for his moderate and democratic style of management. It is him that made Cavendish Lab played its leading role in the world in many domains, and during his year as director, there're several other scientists in the lab that became Nobel laureate of Physics, Chemistry ,even Biology (J. Watson and F. Crick). He brought renovations to the managing system, and thus effectively solved the new problems in enlarging the lab.
Laurance is a legend, a legend of youth. However, he is just an example of numerous scientists that make amazing achievements in their youth.
Open whichever book about the history of physics science, you'll find that the majority of the significant progresses in almost all fields of physics are made by youths. During the life of a physicist, the years of 20s and 30s are far more productive than later years, and his most significant accomplishments are achieved during this period.
During the days in the countryside, Newton began to think the problem of calculus, optics and mechanics at the age of 23, and actually reached the "inverse square law of gravity" by that time.
In a legendary competition, Fresnel, at the age of 27, put forward his principle, and thus put wave optics on a strict mathematical foundation.
At the age of 28, Maxwell come to the correct distribution law of the velocity of gas molecules. He made his prime contribution to physics, his immortal electromagnetic equations, at the age of 33.
In that legendary year of 1905, the papers of 26-years-old Einstein lay foundation for both quantum field theory and special relativity.
As to the thirty years that saw the establishment of quantum mechanics, we can find the great names in it are names of youths. Bohr come up with his theory of Hydrogen atoms when he's 28. Heisenberg invented matrices mechanics when he's 24. Pauli put forward the exclusive principle when he's 25. Dirac invented F-D statistics along with 25 year-old Fermi when he's 24, and wrote down the relativistic wave function for electron when he's 26. Comparing with them, de Broglie who introduced the concept of wave-particle duality and Schodinger, who wrote down the fundamental function of wave mechanics, at the age of 32 and 39 respectively, are relatively old!
In the age of particle physics, the leading role are still played by youths. Anderson found positron at the age of 27, the same age as Yukawa when he predicted the existence of meson. The parity conservation was disproved in weak interactions by two Chinese-American youths, Yang and Lee(who destroyed numerous youths in his later life, making his a criminal) at their early 30s.
All these are but some more examples of youths who make profound influence in the science of physics. Furthermore, a noticeable phenomenon is that, although not all the greatest progresses in physics are due to the work of youth, all the fundamental renovations are accomplished predominantly by youth.
Youths have so many advantages.
They have more insight, imagination and inspiration, and these, in my modest point of view, are far more important than any particular knowledge and experience.
They tend to consider facts neglected by others, and bring forward theories to explain them. They like to distract and seize the essence of complicated phenomenon with their extraordinarily bright eyes, and reach their conclusions through pure intuitions.
They publish their theory, seldom fear that they are wrong. If they're actually wrong, they simply get over the failure and start from the beginning. The fear of mistakes comes from the fear of losing honors, and youths haven't those honors. Since they have nothing to lose, they have nothing to fear. They can work audaciously. This is so precious for scientific research.
And, most important of all, they are always enthusiastic and energetic. They are eager to devote all their time, passion and intelligence to physics. They work tirelessly, as if insane, from dawn until midnight. This is not for money, position or vanity, but for their intense curiosity of the unknown world.
Gradually, the quantities mentioned above disappear as they grow older. They dare not think, imagine, suspect, and create any longer. They fear mistakes. Gradually, they become more and more conservative, and begin to suspect the new ideas by the yonths. Just turn over any book about the history of science, and you can see numerous examples of suchlike tragedies.
It seems to be a rule that's not evitable. However, through proper guidance and sufficient encouragement, we can make the yonths achieve as much as possible, and reserve such quantities as long as possible. At least, we can provide them opportunities, so that they can work without much restriction. We can tolerate their mistakes, and tell them that losing the gut of making mistake is far worse than actually making some. In 1925, two young graduates, Uhlenbeck and Goudsmit, come up with the theory of the spin of electrons. However, they soon found out there're some fundamental inconsistency in their theory. They wanted to withdraw, but their paper has been sent out. Their supervisor, Ehrenfest, told them, "You're young, and it's okay to do silly things." Eventually, the spin of electrons turn out to be a success.
However, what I see in China are nondenumerable tragedies.
Some teachers have no idea of the valuable qualities of young students, and fail to encourage them effectively. On the contrary, they restrict their minds with those conservative ideas, regular their behaviors with rules that don't make any fucking sense, restrain their enthusiasm and desire of knowledge by compelling them to "learn step by step", and reduce their courage by taunting at each mistake they make. A lot of genius are destroyed in this way.
Some teachers seem to understand the value of youth, but they're doing a far worse thing. They don't know where the advantages of youths truly lies, and come up with the absurd, foolish, vicious idea that "one should learn as much as possible when he's young, so that he can have achievement in their middle age". Hence, they chain the young students in the classroom, compel them to spend all their time absorbing the existing knowledge reluctantly. When their students try to create something new, they told them, "It's not time for you to make any invention. If you want to invent something, you must study hard, and gather more knowledge from now." The criminal I mentioned above, T. D. Lee, created a dirty class in a dirty university. He collected the young geniuses from all corners of China, and train them to be idiots with knowledge. He feel it is the best way to help these geniuses, not realizing it's the best way of destroying them.
Can Lawrence Bragg bear in modern China? I seriously doubt it.
As the hope of physics lies in youths like Lawrence Bragg, can China play a leading role in physics in the world? I seriously doubt it.
Open whichever book about the history of physics science, you'll find that the majority of the significant progresses in almost all fields of physics are made by youths. During the life of a physicist, the years of 20s and 30s are far more productive than later years, and his most significant accomplishments are achieved during this period.
During the days in the countryside, Newton began to think the problem of calculus, optics and mechanics at the age of 23, and actually reached the "inverse square law of gravity" by that time.
In a legendary competition, Fresnel, at the age of 27, put forward his principle, and thus put wave optics on a strict mathematical foundation.
At the age of 28, Maxwell come to the correct distribution law of the velocity of gas molecules. He made his prime contribution to physics, his immortal electromagnetic equations, at the age of 33.
In that legendary year of 1905, the papers of 26-years-old Einstein lay foundation for both quantum field theory and special relativity.
As to the thirty years that saw the establishment of quantum mechanics, we can find the great names in it are names of youths. Bohr come up with his theory of Hydrogen atoms when he's 28. Heisenberg invented matrices mechanics when he's 24. Pauli put forward the exclusive principle when he's 25. Dirac invented F-D statistics along with 25 year-old Fermi when he's 24, and wrote down the relativistic wave function for electron when he's 26. Comparing with them, de Broglie who introduced the concept of wave-particle duality and Schodinger, who wrote down the fundamental function of wave mechanics, at the age of 32 and 39 respectively, are relatively old!
In the age of particle physics, the leading role are still played by youths. Anderson found positron at the age of 27, the same age as Yukawa when he predicted the existence of meson. The parity conservation was disproved in weak interactions by two Chinese-American youths, Yang and Lee(who destroyed numerous youths in his later life, making his a criminal) at their early 30s.
All these are but some more examples of youths who make profound influence in the science of physics. Furthermore, a noticeable phenomenon is that, although not all the greatest progresses in physics are due to the work of youth, all the fundamental renovations are accomplished predominantly by youth.
Youths have so many advantages.
They have more insight, imagination and inspiration, and these, in my modest point of view, are far more important than any particular knowledge and experience.
They tend to consider facts neglected by others, and bring forward theories to explain them. They like to distract and seize the essence of complicated phenomenon with their extraordinarily bright eyes, and reach their conclusions through pure intuitions.
They publish their theory, seldom fear that they are wrong. If they're actually wrong, they simply get over the failure and start from the beginning. The fear of mistakes comes from the fear of losing honors, and youths haven't those honors. Since they have nothing to lose, they have nothing to fear. They can work audaciously. This is so precious for scientific research.
And, most important of all, they are always enthusiastic and energetic. They are eager to devote all their time, passion and intelligence to physics. They work tirelessly, as if insane, from dawn until midnight. This is not for money, position or vanity, but for their intense curiosity of the unknown world.
Gradually, the quantities mentioned above disappear as they grow older. They dare not think, imagine, suspect, and create any longer. They fear mistakes. Gradually, they become more and more conservative, and begin to suspect the new ideas by the yonths. Just turn over any book about the history of science, and you can see numerous examples of suchlike tragedies.
It seems to be a rule that's not evitable. However, through proper guidance and sufficient encouragement, we can make the yonths achieve as much as possible, and reserve such quantities as long as possible. At least, we can provide them opportunities, so that they can work without much restriction. We can tolerate their mistakes, and tell them that losing the gut of making mistake is far worse than actually making some. In 1925, two young graduates, Uhlenbeck and Goudsmit, come up with the theory of the spin of electrons. However, they soon found out there're some fundamental inconsistency in their theory. They wanted to withdraw, but their paper has been sent out. Their supervisor, Ehrenfest, told them, "You're young, and it's okay to do silly things." Eventually, the spin of electrons turn out to be a success.
However, what I see in China are nondenumerable tragedies.
Some teachers have no idea of the valuable qualities of young students, and fail to encourage them effectively. On the contrary, they restrict their minds with those conservative ideas, regular their behaviors with rules that don't make any fucking sense, restrain their enthusiasm and desire of knowledge by compelling them to "learn step by step", and reduce their courage by taunting at each mistake they make. A lot of genius are destroyed in this way.
Some teachers seem to understand the value of youth, but they're doing a far worse thing. They don't know where the advantages of youths truly lies, and come up with the absurd, foolish, vicious idea that "one should learn as much as possible when he's young, so that he can have achievement in their middle age". Hence, they chain the young students in the classroom, compel them to spend all their time absorbing the existing knowledge reluctantly. When their students try to create something new, they told them, "It's not time for you to make any invention. If you want to invent something, you must study hard, and gather more knowledge from now." The criminal I mentioned above, T. D. Lee, created a dirty class in a dirty university. He collected the young geniuses from all corners of China, and train them to be idiots with knowledge. He feel it is the best way to help these geniuses, not realizing it's the best way of destroying them.
Can Lawrence Bragg bear in modern China? I seriously doubt it.
As the hope of physics lies in youths like Lawrence Bragg, can China play a leading role in physics in the world? I seriously doubt it.
2007年5月8日星期二
East Wind's Shatter
Written by Wenshan Fang
Translated by Pony
A lamp of sorrow stood by the window alone,
Behind the door I assume that you’ve not gone.
It feels lonelier when old tale retold,
The sober candle at night has no heart to reproach.
A pot of wandering can’t go through my throat,
After we parted I’ve been lovesick for you.
Can time, as flowing river, be stolen?
I missed to see the sole blooming of mature flower.
Who’s playing East Wind’s Shatter there as a harper?
Age falling off the wall reminds me of past years,
At that time we were still innocent youngsters,
Now the music’s still floating, it’s my waiting that you’ve not heard.
Who’s playing East Wind’s Shatter there as a harper?
Story’s in autumnal color, make the ending clear.
We went through the ancient path out there together,
Parting becomes silent in such smoky atmosphere.
Behind the door I assume that you’ve not gone.
It feels lonelier when old tale retold,
The sober candle at night has no heart to reproach.
A pot of wandering can’t go through my throat,
After we parted I’ve been lovesick for you.
Can time, as flowing river, be stolen?
I missed to see the sole blooming of mature flower.
Who’s playing East Wind’s Shatter there as a harper?
Age falling off the wall reminds me of past years,
At that time we were still innocent youngsters,
Now the music’s still floating, it’s my waiting that you’ve not heard.
Who’s playing East Wind’s Shatter there as a harper?
Story’s in autumnal color, make the ending clear.
We went through the ancient path out there together,
Parting becomes silent in such smoky atmosphere.
2007年5月7日星期一
Resolutions About my New Blog
1. Language
The dominant language of my new blog is still English. All the articles of my authorship will be published in English. While copying articles of others' authorship, English ones will be prior in the selection. If the article was originally written in Chinese, it will, in principle, be translated first, and will possess the label "Translation". English-to-Chinese Translation will be published here, and that's probably the only situation you can see Chinese in this blog.
It has been considered that this may cause the loss of some readers, but I still consider it a perfect type of training. In fact, I believe I can express my feeling as perfectly as Chinese if I stick to it.
2. Frequency
I will not compel myself to publish one piece of article in a certain period, especially as short as one day. I may publish short blogs, and I may say "to be continue" after writting a considerable length, but I'll never simply put "to be written". I will write whenever I have the mood, and try to give some real "masterpieces".
3. Labels
Every piece of blog will have 3 Labels that indicate their Author, Category, Subject and Team that it belongs to. As an experiment, the names of the labels will begin with the corresponding first letter (see below). In principle, all passages in a series will have the same Category and Origin labels.
I determine to use the labels below. I will write a sufficiently detailed article when I want to add a new label.
Author: Indicates the authorship of the article, includes:
The dominant language of my new blog is still English. All the articles of my authorship will be published in English. While copying articles of others' authorship, English ones will be prior in the selection. If the article was originally written in Chinese, it will, in principle, be translated first, and will possess the label "Translation". English-to-Chinese Translation will be published here, and that's probably the only situation you can see Chinese in this blog.
It has been considered that this may cause the loss of some readers, but I still consider it a perfect type of training. In fact, I believe I can express my feeling as perfectly as Chinese if I stick to it.
2. Frequency
I will not compel myself to publish one piece of article in a certain period, especially as short as one day. I may publish short blogs, and I may say "to be continue" after writting a considerable length, but I'll never simply put "to be written". I will write whenever I have the mood, and try to give some real "masterpieces".
3. Labels
Every piece of blog will have 3 Labels that indicate their Author, Category, Subject and Team that it belongs to. As an experiment, the names of the labels will begin with the corresponding first letter (see below). In principle, all passages in a series will have the same Category and Origin labels.
I determine to use the labels below. I will write a sufficiently detailed article when I want to add a new label.
Author: Indicates the authorship of the article, includes:
- A_Self: written by myself.
- A_Masters: written by famous people.
- A_Pals: written by friends of mine.
- C_Diary: trival or non-trival articles about daily life and experiences.
- C_Masterpieces: elaborate articles whereon I spend much time.
- C_Resolution: articles like this.
- C_Translations: whatever converted from either language to the other.
2007年5月6日星期日
Begin to Collect "Bible of Physics"
This is the diary of Jan. 17, 2007, moved from my former Live Space.
Today, I went downtown with my dearest cousin. Needless to say, after leading her to the Plaza, I went to the Bookshop and headed directly to the area of foreign textbooks of nature science.
In fact, I always get confused when I stand in that area, glancing at so many textbooks of mathematics and physics. The greatest problem is that: even if these books weren't that expensive, I've no time to read and compare a variety of books on a certain subject. I hope to buy some "classical, authoritative" books that are reliable and unanimously considered as perfect. As a result, I always buy foreign books that I've heard of it or its author. I've collected the 3 volumns of Feynman Lectures on Physics, and now what?
So I just paced around the bookshelves and survey those books, until I came across two names that attracted me immediately.
"L. D. Landau & E. M. Lifshitz!"
Landau is probably the only physicist in 20th century that is cleverer than Feynman. He contributed to almost all the domains of theoretical physics, and I'm about to write an article about him. Another contribution of his is Course of Theoretical Physics in ten volumns, by him and his student, Lifshitz. Most of the top physicist in Russia at that time, a considerable number of whom are awarded of Nobel Prize, had studies these books in their youth. These books were partly translated into several languages and completely translated into one: English. These books were called Bible of Physics, and were studied by lads and ladies that are determined to devote themselve to physics researching. I had heard of it for several times, and many of the textbooks I used in university quoted from these books, but I knew nothing more than that.
The book in my hand was Statistical Physics, Part 1, which is just the one quoted by my textbook of Thermodynamics. On the back of the book cover, I found the name of the other nine volumns. I would like to list them as below:
1. Mechanics
2. The Classical Theory of Fields
3. Quantum Mechanics(Non-relatisticTheory)
4. Quantum Electrodynamics
5. Statistical Physics Part 1
6. Fluid Mechanics
7. Theory of Elasticity
8. Electrodynamics of Continuous Media
9. Statistical Physics Part 2
10. Physical Kinetics
However, as I haven't brought enough money, I have to buy only some of them. After a period of struggling, I determined to buy book No. 3, 5, 8 and 9. I swear that I'll collect them all one day!
Today, I went downtown with my dearest cousin. Needless to say, after leading her to the Plaza, I went to the Bookshop and headed directly to the area of foreign textbooks of nature science.
In fact, I always get confused when I stand in that area, glancing at so many textbooks of mathematics and physics. The greatest problem is that: even if these books weren't that expensive, I've no time to read and compare a variety of books on a certain subject. I hope to buy some "classical, authoritative" books that are reliable and unanimously considered as perfect. As a result, I always buy foreign books that I've heard of it or its author. I've collected the 3 volumns of Feynman Lectures on Physics, and now what?
So I just paced around the bookshelves and survey those books, until I came across two names that attracted me immediately.
"L. D. Landau & E. M. Lifshitz!"
Landau is probably the only physicist in 20th century that is cleverer than Feynman. He contributed to almost all the domains of theoretical physics, and I'm about to write an article about him. Another contribution of his is Course of Theoretical Physics in ten volumns, by him and his student, Lifshitz. Most of the top physicist in Russia at that time, a considerable number of whom are awarded of Nobel Prize, had studies these books in their youth. These books were partly translated into several languages and completely translated into one: English. These books were called Bible of Physics, and were studied by lads and ladies that are determined to devote themselve to physics researching. I had heard of it for several times, and many of the textbooks I used in university quoted from these books, but I knew nothing more than that.
The book in my hand was Statistical Physics, Part 1, which is just the one quoted by my textbook of Thermodynamics. On the back of the book cover, I found the name of the other nine volumns. I would like to list them as below:
1. Mechanics
2. The Classical Theory of Fields
3. Quantum Mechanics(Non-relatisticTheory)
4. Quantum Electrodynamics
5. Statistical Physics Part 1
6. Fluid Mechanics
7. Theory of Elasticity
8. Electrodynamics of Continuous Media
9. Statistical Physics Part 2
10. Physical Kinetics
However, as I haven't brought enough money, I have to buy only some of them. After a period of struggling, I determined to buy book No. 3, 5, 8 and 9. I swear that I'll collect them all one day!
2007年5月5日星期六
Of Vacation
This is the universal law of vacation.
When the vacation is approaching, one’s ambitious heart is always making some huge plans—do a lot of specified work, amuse oneself crazily, etc.
However, once the holiday came, all the plans will turn out to be bullshit.
All the works that are planned to complete, however little and easy, will definitely not be done. It is not because that these tasks are fogotten. Quite to the contrary, you remember them well, but have no energy to do. Every morning—or noon—when one get up and begin a new “mother-fucking day”, he will feel as if his bone structure had been fallen apart. His muscal aches, his step staggers, his brain is too empty to recall or think of anything, yet too full to learn anything planned to learn.
As to amusement, it depends on one’s personality. Someone becomes tired of these activities in no time, and spend the rest of the vacation in confusion and void. Someone, on the other hand, soon find that they cannot do without amusement—they bring hardly any excitement, but leave them is agonising. Either case are not exhilarating.
Once the vacation ends and one goes back to school, he will soon retain the original condition and enthusiasm, and will begin to work as hard as before. When he looks back, he will feel extremely regretful, and will swear that he’ll never let this happen ever again. However, he would definitely do the same think in his next vacation.
What’s more, he will clearly remember the situation of his previous vacations, and that he has sworn, perhaps from time to time. He wish he could fulfill his swear, but he find it hard. By then, he will tell himself:
“The spirit is willing, the flesh is weak.”
2007年5月3日星期四
An Excerption of the Diary of Anne Frank
"...I don't think boys are as complicated as girls. You can easily see what boys look like in photographs or pictures of male nudes, but with women it's different. In women, the genitals, or whatever they're called, are hidden between their legs. Peter has probably never seen a girl up close. To tell you the truth, neither have I. Boys are a lot easier. How on earth would I go about describing a girl's parts? I can tell from what he said that he doesn't know exactly how it all fits together. He was talking about the "Muttermund,"* but that's on the inside, where you can't see it. Everything's pretty well arranged in us women. Until I was eleven or twelve, I didn't realize there was a second set of labia on the inside, since you couldn't see them. What's even funnier is that I thought urine came out of the clitoris. I asked Mother one time what that little bump was, and she said she didn't know. She can really play dumb when she wants to!
But to get back to the subject. How on earth can you explain what it all looks like without any models? Shall I try anyway? Okay, here goes!
When you're standing up, all you see from the front is hair. Between your legs there are two soft, cushiony things, also covered with hair, which press together when you're standing, so you can't see what's inside. They separate when you sit down, and they're very red and quite fleshy on the inside. In the upper part, between the outer labia, there's a fold of skin that, on second thought, looks like kind of a blister. That's the clitoris. Then come the inner labia, which are also pressed together in a kind of a crease. When they open up, you can see a fleshy little mound, no bigger than the top of my thumb. The upper part has a couple of small holes in it, which is where the urine comes out. The lower part looks as if it were just skin, and yet that's where the vagina is. You can barely find it, because the folds of skin hide the opening. The hole's so small I can hardly imagine how a man could get in there, much less how a baby could come out. It's hard enough trying to get your index finger inside. That's all there is, and yet it plays such an important role!"
But to get back to the subject. How on earth can you explain what it all looks like without any models? Shall I try anyway? Okay, here goes!
When you're standing up, all you see from the front is hair. Between your legs there are two soft, cushiony things, also covered with hair, which press together when you're standing, so you can't see what's inside. They separate when you sit down, and they're very red and quite fleshy on the inside. In the upper part, between the outer labia, there's a fold of skin that, on second thought, looks like kind of a blister. That's the clitoris. Then come the inner labia, which are also pressed together in a kind of a crease. When they open up, you can see a fleshy little mound, no bigger than the top of my thumb. The upper part has a couple of small holes in it, which is where the urine comes out. The lower part looks as if it were just skin, and yet that's where the vagina is. You can barely find it, because the folds of skin hide the opening. The hole's so small I can hardly imagine how a man could get in there, much less how a baby could come out. It's hard enough trying to get your index finger inside. That's all there is, and yet it plays such an important role!"
Pen Stealer
Ladies and Gentlemen: Before commenting on 911, I'd like to tell you my own story.
When I was in high school, I was a best student, while there was a boy, who was idle, corrupted, foolish, and always failed the exams. I always pointed at his nose and told him that he's but garbage comparing to me. But, surprising enough, he not only refused to accept this fact, but also got angry. If I were him, I would have worked harder, got an excellent mark, and revenged the one who'd ever insulted me. But he didn't, nor could he. In an exam, he stole the pen I loved most, and compelled me to use a pen I didn't like so much. As a result, I did quite a bit worse than usual. So he teased me and declared: “I've avenged myself! Ha-ha!”
However, this piece of junk failed to enter any college, while I entered a top ten university with ease. This scum did't like to accept that I was superior, he did’t like to be insulted by me at will, yet he didn't work hard to get rid of all these and chose to steal my pen! Would my pen being stolen change the fact that he's born to be insulted by me? I think it simply means that he's too powerless, too stupid, too idle to choose a fair play or something.
Well, I think all the terrorists are but pen-stealers. They fear to conflict with the military power of the most powerful country on the planet, so the chose to attack World Trade Center.
And you are no better than supporters of a pen-stealer.
When I was in high school, I was a best student, while there was a boy, who was idle, corrupted, foolish, and always failed the exams. I always pointed at his nose and told him that he's but garbage comparing to me. But, surprising enough, he not only refused to accept this fact, but also got angry. If I were him, I would have worked harder, got an excellent mark, and revenged the one who'd ever insulted me. But he didn't, nor could he. In an exam, he stole the pen I loved most, and compelled me to use a pen I didn't like so much. As a result, I did quite a bit worse than usual. So he teased me and declared: “I've avenged myself! Ha-ha!”
However, this piece of junk failed to enter any college, while I entered a top ten university with ease. This scum did't like to accept that I was superior, he did’t like to be insulted by me at will, yet he didn't work hard to get rid of all these and chose to steal my pen! Would my pen being stolen change the fact that he's born to be insulted by me? I think it simply means that he's too powerless, too stupid, too idle to choose a fair play or something.
Well, I think all the terrorists are but pen-stealers. They fear to conflict with the military power of the most powerful country on the planet, so the chose to attack World Trade Center.
And you are no better than supporters of a pen-stealer.
2007年5月2日星期三
The Most Precious Thing You'll Ever Learn
“What’s the most precious thing in your own opinion?”, the teacher asked.
“The Nobel Prize!” “A great amount of cash!” “To be the US President!” they shouted.
But what’s the most precious thing for me? I wondered.
I bet I am the most unpopular guy in this world. In the eyes of my classmates, I, nicknamed “monster”, am ugly, weak, and dump. What's more, my ideas are so different from others. In a word, I had nothing to give others a positive impression, say nothing of attracting anyone. I did’t know what I expected, or rather, what I deserved. Hence, I simply kept quiet.
“Well, this is the topic for the composition of this week. Hand it in next Monday.”, the teacher said at the end of class.
So I went back home. Lying on the bed, I looked at the TV screen, absent minded, until I heard some noise outside. So I raised my head, and looked out of the window.
“UFO!”
I thought I should have bought a pair of better glasses, but it seemed that it had nothing to do with glasses. It floated high above the yard, and a door opened. An alien walked out of it, then the door shut and the UFO took off.
The alien stood in the middle of lawn, seemed confused.
Had it been another guy who saw it, he must had screamed and became crazy or something. But as I told you, I am a “monster”. So I opened the door and slowly approached the alien.
It had a face so similar to that of a human-being, more precisely, the face of a pretty human teenage girl. Her—if it’s really female—skin was blue. There were a couple of tentacles on top of her head. She was slender, and about an inch shorter than me. She turn to me, quite surprised.
My brain suddenly got blank, didn’t know what to say.
“So…You’re a so-call human?”It's a sweet voice.
“…Yes. You speaks English?”
“Before I come here, the necessary knowledge of human language, I loaded.”
“So…why do you come here?”
“Our spaceship’s down, and I have to leave to make it safe. Take me they will, when the ship’s repaired.”, and she gave me a feeble smile.
“And…where did you come from?”
“My home is so warm, it never snows there. Everything on your planet is so unfamiliar to me. It’s my first voyage in space. I miss my home!”
The instant I saw teardrops in her eyes, I, universally known as "cold, cruel and mean to girls that dare talk to him if there's ever one", suddenly had some crush in my heart.
“Well, it’s my house. Come on in, it warmer inside.”
She hesitated, but eventually came in. I noticed she only wore a thin dress, so I took some of my sister’s coats.
“You wear too little, wear all these if you don’t mind.”
She wore it on and said, “Thank you.”
“Any food?”
“No thanks. Now, I’ll find a place to pass the night.”
“Hey, it’s too late now. My sister won’t be back tonight, so why not sleep in her bedroom?”
“Ok, then.”, she followed me into my sister’s bedroom. Before closing the door, she smile and said, “I heard that human were hostile creatures, and had never expected all these. So nice of you, it is.”, she gave me a big, sweet smile.
There had NEVER been ANYBODY who said I’m nice…
I talked to her every night during the following days, and realized a lot about her. She was a “Twi’lek”, and came from a high-tech world. She said she was always unpopular in her school because she pursued “Twi’lekity” while everyone else pursues “science”. She was taunted as "too young, too simple, too naive" and no one had mood to hear her "bullshit".
I had never expected to find an alien friend who shares so much experiences with me.
Neither did she, I can see.
Sometimes, I hoped she would stay forever.
However, one of my neighbors also noticed the UFO, and she reported it to the FBI. The FBI, as usual, desired to catch it, slice her body for so-called “scientific research”.
“I swear I shall NEVER allow it from happening.” I promised to her.
“Well, never mind. It’s also the custom of my people to learn more about alien creatures in this way. And, there’s no way to avoid it, it seems.”
“For the ‘scientific research’, huh? These fools cares nothing but ‘knowledge’ and ‘discovering the unknown world’, in the expense of nature and humanity? I must find a way to stop it.”
“I have never heard anyone who said like this.”, she said quietly, “You’re probably the SOLE guy I've ever met in my life to understand me, and the SOLE guy to care about me.”
The FBI scums came that night. I got two bikes. We rode crazily along the road, but they blocked the road. So we abandoned the bike and ran onto a hill. They surrounded the hill, it seems so despair. However, the UFO landed in front of us.
“I have to leave. Thank you so much for all these!”, she said.
“Wait!”, and she turned to me.
“Will you be back to earth one day?”
“I’m sorry that I will never have such a chance, maybe.”
“So how can I contact you?”
“On cloudless night, speak quietly to my planet, and I can feel it.”
“Wait!”
“What?”
“I love you!”
“I know.”
The UFO took off.
It was midnight when I came home. And I remembered it was Sunday, and I’ve a paper to work on. So I took out my pen and wrote:
“The most precious thing you’ll ever learn, is to love and be loved in return!”
“The Nobel Prize!” “A great amount of cash!” “To be the US President!” they shouted.
But what’s the most precious thing for me? I wondered.
I bet I am the most unpopular guy in this world. In the eyes of my classmates, I, nicknamed “monster”, am ugly, weak, and dump. What's more, my ideas are so different from others. In a word, I had nothing to give others a positive impression, say nothing of attracting anyone. I did’t know what I expected, or rather, what I deserved. Hence, I simply kept quiet.
“Well, this is the topic for the composition of this week. Hand it in next Monday.”, the teacher said at the end of class.
So I went back home. Lying on the bed, I looked at the TV screen, absent minded, until I heard some noise outside. So I raised my head, and looked out of the window.
“UFO!”
I thought I should have bought a pair of better glasses, but it seemed that it had nothing to do with glasses. It floated high above the yard, and a door opened. An alien walked out of it, then the door shut and the UFO took off.
The alien stood in the middle of lawn, seemed confused.
Had it been another guy who saw it, he must had screamed and became crazy or something. But as I told you, I am a “monster”. So I opened the door and slowly approached the alien.
It had a face so similar to that of a human-being, more precisely, the face of a pretty human teenage girl. Her—if it’s really female—skin was blue. There were a couple of tentacles on top of her head. She was slender, and about an inch shorter than me. She turn to me, quite surprised.
My brain suddenly got blank, didn’t know what to say.
“So…You’re a so-call human?”It's a sweet voice.
“…Yes. You speaks English?”
“Before I come here, the necessary knowledge of human language, I loaded.”
“So…why do you come here?”
“Our spaceship’s down, and I have to leave to make it safe. Take me they will, when the ship’s repaired.”, and she gave me a feeble smile.
“And…where did you come from?”
“My home is so warm, it never snows there. Everything on your planet is so unfamiliar to me. It’s my first voyage in space. I miss my home!”
The instant I saw teardrops in her eyes, I, universally known as "cold, cruel and mean to girls that dare talk to him if there's ever one", suddenly had some crush in my heart.
“Well, it’s my house. Come on in, it warmer inside.”
She hesitated, but eventually came in. I noticed she only wore a thin dress, so I took some of my sister’s coats.
“You wear too little, wear all these if you don’t mind.”
She wore it on and said, “Thank you.”
“Any food?”
“No thanks. Now, I’ll find a place to pass the night.”
“Hey, it’s too late now. My sister won’t be back tonight, so why not sleep in her bedroom?”
“Ok, then.”, she followed me into my sister’s bedroom. Before closing the door, she smile and said, “I heard that human were hostile creatures, and had never expected all these. So nice of you, it is.”, she gave me a big, sweet smile.
There had NEVER been ANYBODY who said I’m nice…
I talked to her every night during the following days, and realized a lot about her. She was a “Twi’lek”, and came from a high-tech world. She said she was always unpopular in her school because she pursued “Twi’lekity” while everyone else pursues “science”. She was taunted as "too young, too simple, too naive" and no one had mood to hear her "bullshit".
I had never expected to find an alien friend who shares so much experiences with me.
Neither did she, I can see.
Sometimes, I hoped she would stay forever.
However, one of my neighbors also noticed the UFO, and she reported it to the FBI. The FBI, as usual, desired to catch it, slice her body for so-called “scientific research”.
“I swear I shall NEVER allow it from happening.” I promised to her.
“Well, never mind. It’s also the custom of my people to learn more about alien creatures in this way. And, there’s no way to avoid it, it seems.”
“For the ‘scientific research’, huh? These fools cares nothing but ‘knowledge’ and ‘discovering the unknown world’, in the expense of nature and humanity? I must find a way to stop it.”
“I have never heard anyone who said like this.”, she said quietly, “You’re probably the SOLE guy I've ever met in my life to understand me, and the SOLE guy to care about me.”
The FBI scums came that night. I got two bikes. We rode crazily along the road, but they blocked the road. So we abandoned the bike and ran onto a hill. They surrounded the hill, it seems so despair. However, the UFO landed in front of us.
“I have to leave. Thank you so much for all these!”, she said.
“Wait!”, and she turned to me.
“Will you be back to earth one day?”
“I’m sorry that I will never have such a chance, maybe.”
“So how can I contact you?”
“On cloudless night, speak quietly to my planet, and I can feel it.”
“Wait!”
“What?”
“I love you!”
“I know.”
The UFO took off.
It was midnight when I came home. And I remembered it was Sunday, and I’ve a paper to work on. So I took out my pen and wrote:
“The most precious thing you’ll ever learn, is to love and be loved in return!”
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