迷失小熊

I wanna marry a rocker.

I wanna tour with the band.

I wanne b crazy for them.

I wanna yell  for them.

mayday~ for Tiffany, Lulu Ho, Cha, Mickey Mengting, Susan, friends and fans.

Let's rock. Let's roll.

Let's be ourselves.

51之后，五月天演唱会之前，我最喜欢的一首歌是《康定情歌》。

因为在康定邂逅了美丽纯洁的木格措。连我那么讨厌雪景的人，都为之惊叹。漂亮的照片，尽在我的MSN Space~.

附上蔡琴版《康定情歌》（虽然没那么原汁原味，也没有那么土哈~）：

康定情歌

跑马溜溜的山上
一朵溜溜的云哟
端端溜溜的照在
康定溜溜的城哟
月亮弯弯
康定溜溜的城哟
李家溜溜的大姐
人才溜溜的好哟
张家溜溜的大哥
看上溜溜的她哟
月亮弯弯
看上溜溜的她哟

一来溜溜的看上
人才溜溜的好哟
二来溜溜的看上
会当溜溜的家哟
月亮弯弯
会当溜溜的家哟
世间溜溜的女子
任我溜溜的爱哟
世间溜溜的男子
任你溜溜的求哟
月亮弯弯
任你溜溜的求哟

“跑马溜溜的山上”：原来康定有座跑马上哈~

4月13日至17日
首先明白一个道理：不必凡事都认真，不然每天通宵都做不完老板布置的功课，挑重点的。
然后又悟出一个道理：对于那些需要认真完成的事也不用太有责任心。很多事情不单由自己完成，需要别人的配合，而大多数人都是很随便的。由于我见不得不认真的人，恨不得骂娘。别人做得不够好，自己亲自跟进，最后交给老板，却发现原来只不过是热脸贴在冷上。太累！
什么事情该认真，什么事情可以随便，自己心里清楚就好。

4月20日至24日
坐我旁边的同事说我变了，她说我以前做事很认真的。谢谢她的表扬。
和公司一资深员工闲聊。她说：“小小苦楚当激励。”我说：“哇~ 你心态好好。”她道：“心态不好，在这家公司早死了九万多次。” 哈哈哈哈~~~~ 原来大都一样。我不清楚这句话的出处，但觉得这是一个普世价值。而且，这不是一句励志的话，是一种无奈的心态。

梦见草长莺飞、花红柳绿的校园。

梦见翠薇姐姐。

梦见隔壁专业的胖子。

真奇怪！我梦见谁也不该梦见这两个人啊？

不过，他俩都是北京的。

----4.25

Crossing the Bar

by Alfred Tennyson 

Sunset and evening star,

  And one clear call for me!

And may thee be no moaning of the bar,

  When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

  Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

  Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

  And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

  When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

  The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

  When I have crossed the bar.

Ulysses

by Alfred Tennyson  

It little profits that an idle king,

By this still hearth, among these barren crags,

Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole

Unequal laws unto a savage race,

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink

Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy'd

Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those

That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when

Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;

For always roaming with a hungry heart

Much have I seen and known; cities of men

And manners, climates, councils, governments,

Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;

And drunk delight of battle with my peers,

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy,

I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'

Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades

For ever and for ever when I move.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,

To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!

As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life

Were all too little, and of one to me

Little remains: but every hour is saved

From that eternal silence, something more,

A bringer of new things; and vile it were

For some three suns to store and hoard myself,

And this gray spirit yearning in desire

To follow knowledge like a sinking star,

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

    This is my son, mine own Telemachus,

To whom I leave the scepter and the isle—

Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil

This labour, by slow prudence to make mild

A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees

Subdue them to the useful and the good.

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere

Of common duties, decent not to fail

In offices of tenderness, and pay

Meet adoration to my household gods,

When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

    There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:

There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,

Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—

That ever with a frolic welcome took

The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed

Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;

Death closes all: but something ere the end,

Some work of noble note, may yet be done,

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,

'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

墨梅
              元  王冕

我家洗砚池头树，

朵朵花开淡墨痕。

不要人夸颜色好，

只留清气满乾坤。

Songs of Innocence-The Chimney Sweeper

                                                    By William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

And so he was quiet; and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, -
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.

And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.

Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father, ad never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

                                    By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -and gazed -but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.

部门在弄Green Initiatives的环保活动, 鼓励大家多出环保创意小点子. 我从总裁在员工BBS上发的贴子上了解到这个网站http://www.carbonfootprint.com/index.html. 稍微看了一下,不过是一些常识而已,但还是放在这里做个链接, 以便起到提醒的作用.

之前的一个链接"绿色广州"已经无效了. 不过, 只要大家都进一分力, 广州还是会很"绿色"的.

周日下午,在理发店, 听到一个叔叔说:" 恐龙就无心毁灭自己的, 人类就是有心毁灭自己的." 让我颇有感触.

不过,我们这些平民小老百姓在这里积极地环保, 那边厢,国际上,不是石油泄露污染海面就是核潜艇相撞. 这些事件带来的污染, 我得节约几辈子水/电/纸张.......才能弥补啊? 操!

我也不知道为什么想在这篇BLOG中配萧敬腾的《海芋恋》。不过，这是一首欢快的歌。

校庆的前一周，跟小砚喝早茶，聊起校庆。我们都想回去，只是没人牵头。我说，如果你回去就叫上我。这就有了2008年12月28日的回校。

下午四点半到学校门口。三院附近的人行天桥上，开满了紫红色的勒杜鹃，异常美丽。如果上午去就好了，听说还派发校伞。

回校第一见到的老师，好像是Miss Luo。我已经不确认那人是不是Miss Luo了，她跟别人说着话，从我身旁走过。不过，关于她的“劣迹”和教诲，我还是记得很清楚。第二个见到的，这个很定，是李强，就在校医室门口的走廊上。我跟小砚说：“不如我们走那边吧。”然后，迅速转身往走廊外面去。小砚还问我看没看见那人是谁。我说，如果没看到就不用调头走啦~ 其实，我跟李强老师没啥接触，只是讨厌他的人多了，我也就随波逐流一下。

东西教学楼下有许多展板。我在艺术科的展板上，看到一张熟悉的照片。我一度以为那是我的“作品”，并为之兴奋还小宣传了一下。回到家，找到自己的原作，才发现我的“作品”跟展板上那张是有着细微差别的。原来，展板上用的是林李生老师的。我们看到了许多老师的照片，让我记起一些印象不深的老师。不过，我还是不知道林建老师是谁，他的摄影作品实在漂亮！还看到邱嘉峪老师的一个论文题目----《闲读白云山》，以我肤浅之见，白云山有啥好读的？

我和小砚逛了一遍东教学楼，我上了六年课的地方。初中的时候，我梦想着自己三年后可以做在西教学楼的课室里。那时，对面的教学楼有好多打球很厉害，长得又帅的哥哥，也有很多气质好、长相佳的师姐们。我以为只要自己有朝一日坐在那里，就能变得跟师姐们一样。等我读了高中，高中部又改在东教学楼了。所以，西教学楼是我六年里极少涉足的地方。

我们走在东教学楼的走廊上，感觉开始错乱。一切仍然熟悉。有同学在自习，有同学在踢毽子。甚至，有个办公室前墙报上贴的装饰都不曾改变。小砚说，感觉好像刚上完自习准备回宿舍。后来，她拍下经常跟同学一起聊天的那个半圆。周日的下午，高三的教室里，仍然有许多同学在“奋笔疾书”着，这让我觉得自己现在的生活很堕落。当我们上到最高层，在高一的老师办公室里，看到了一个人！！！梦婷，快猜我看到谁！！！哈哈哈，我当时超兴奋，可惜他没有教过我，我只能在办公室外面悄悄地看他几眼。小砚不认识这位老师，我告诉她，这个老师的至理名言是：“如果你们不努力，电大补录还要交钱！”哇哈哈哈哈~~~~~

附中的厕所变了。女厕变大了，多了好多格，格子小了，门和隔板高了，每格都有冲水的水箱，再也不用用脚踩的方式冲水了。洗手盆上还有洗手液呢。至于男厕的风景，我不得而知。大家可以参考下面的视频。

晚上，艺术节晚会开始前，小砚提议到运动场走走。好提议！！！她说，以前冬天出早操，草地上的晨露还未散去，好似一颗颗钻石，非常漂亮。我说，每年冬季长跑，我都是上报跟同学在操场散步的圈数。高中的时候，还能一边散步，一边看东哥歪歪扭扭地从我们身边跑过。对吧，梦婷~ 呵呵呵呵~~~~

艺术节晚会，我们从开场看到散场，也就是从廖主任讲话看到廖主任又讲话。

开场时，我们坐在姚级长旁边。让我惊讶的是，她还记得我！！！记得我的班级，记得我们初三时的班主任！她还告诉我，上午，我们班的某某某（曾经一个男班长）也来过。啊~~~我真的真的要尖叫！像我这种差不到哪儿去也好不到哪去的中等生，还能让老师记得，真的真的超感动！！！原来，被人记得是种很幸福的感觉。姚级长也有一句名言，应该是在初一新生大会上讲的，好像是军训的一个晚上，她让我们思考“三年后，我是谁？”这个问题。三年后，我有回到了附中；之后的三年，我在南京看了许多书；现在，进入第四个“三年计划”的第二年，工作小有起色。这些年，迷茫过并继续迷茫着，脚踏实地过并坚持不懈着，空虚也充实，算是没有浪费，虚度。后来，姚级长问我有没有见到GDC，我很遗憾的摇头。她四下望了望，也没有看到。哈~如果G老师长高点儿会比较容易找到。不过，无论如何，我都是很爱很爱GDC的，他是个好老师！！！我跟姚级长说，听说您在新世界当校长。她忙笑说：“谣传，谣传。”她说，现在在GDC手下打工，他是高三级长，她当班主任。唉，高三的老师多不容易，要上课，要照顾学生的情绪，还有自己的家庭。像我，随随便便加个小班就叫苦连天，抱怨不停。散场时，我赶快“抓住”姚老师跟她合个影。

晚会期间，看到韦老师从后台那个门口出来了一下。然后，见到最多的竟然还是李强啊！！！GDC仍然没看到，连远远地一面也没见到。。。那天的老师们，都穿了“工装”，浅灰色的正装。个人觉得，女老师穿起来比较好看。其实，早就应该这样了，像以前有些“妖娆”的女老师，365天，就没穿过一件重复的衣服。哈哈~

整台晚会还是很可爱的。凡台上跳孔雀舞，印度舞，或者只要女孩子穿得少布一点儿，台下就有很大反应。小砚说他们的反应很搞笑。我想，这就是青春的骚动吧，荷尔蒙分泌旺盛的结果。经历过，在返回来置身其中，才发现，自己“老”了，不容易high起来了。当台上出现了风云人物，台下的Fans喊着他们的名字，随着节拍挥舞手机、荧光棒，节目结束后，还一遍一遍地喊着“ENCORE"。我只能坐在台下，心里想着，现在的小孩怎么都喜欢这些。自己当年也这么傻吧？我跟小砚说：“老师们应该很无奈吧。”小砚说：“他们都无奈了很多年了吧。” 呵呵~~~

自从经典混搭舞蹈节目《画》“问世”后，几乎每届艺术节都有混搭节目。混是混了，至于搭不搭，就见仁见智了。这次的混搭节目特别多，最好看的还是街舞《Battle》，其中一个师妹长得很酷。

《华附欢迎你》这首歌也上了，由08届校友唱出。我一直觉得这歌特烂，华附怎能被恶搞？！不过，那晚“主创人员”说了，他没有恶搞，他是很珍惜这段时光的。他也感谢母校能让他们唱这首歌。正是母校这种开放、自由的气质让她与众不同。最后，歌词中GDC的名字，由“谁谁谁”三个字代替。

让我用这首歌最后一句话，结束这篇Blog吧----“华师附中最牛逼！”

下面一段视频链接，技术不错，就是煽情不够，哈~
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNjI5NTc3MTI=.html