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布布 @ 2008-05-10 11:21

这个世界有点混乱。
应该说平静的表面下,涌动着暗波。
绝不是“暗香浮动月黄昏”般的静美。
现在大家都喜欢语不惊人死不休。不在沉默中爆发,就在沉默中灭亡。
可是要我写什么,简直就像让乌贼从干瘪的墨囊里挤墨汁。让已被拔去附肢的棉蝗一跃而起。让已被剪去体壁的鲫鱼跳入水中。
语不惊人死不休。
让语言的风暴来得更猛烈些吧。
就算像下冰雹一样,砸得地上坑坑洼洼。
80后和90后的骂战已经进行了好久,但是为什么我们的信息总是来得如此的迟缓。
与世界之间,隔着一层厚厚的玻璃,还有无数的医学厚砖头。
忽然觉得很无力。大学的生活。
忽然很怀念。过去的生活。
还在复读的同学,虽然辛苦,但是如此幸福。
他们的灵魂是纯净的。思想是单纯的。
高等教育出来的人,果真是深沉。特别是我们这个专业。
估计也没人愿意看到一个天天蹦蹦跳跳的医生吧。
只要做了医生,也没人有那个心情去蹦跳了。
指点江山,激扬文字,粪土当年万户侯。
激情退去,只留下点点回忆。
蜷缩成一个圈。在自己的世界里,寻得一丝安慰。

讥笑脑残。冷对非主流。
斗吧,牙尖嘴利地斗上半个世纪,一样创造不了什么社会财富。
只有一堆唾沫。还要劳烦环卫工人。
90后有什么了不起,愤青还不是要被生活打上岁月的烙印,向现实低头。
到最后,谁都是一抔黄土。
谁能冲破自然的定律,谁能挣脱万有引力。
我们都是拴在地球上的蚂蚱。
惟有医学,可以与自然对抗。



 
布布 @ 2008-05-10 10:13

今天在网上逛逛,无意中逛到这个话题——包包与阿紫。
也许这个话题已经在网上红了很久了,但是鄙人才疏学浅,现在才发现。
呵呵,难道就是传说中的落伍吗?
略略看了一下,其实也没什么,不就是两小女孩为了出名而发表出位的言论吗?
现在的互联网,真是为人类社会开辟了第二个世界。在这个虚拟的世界里,你可以用各种方式一夜成名。
然而这些成名以后,如果不迅速转入现实社会,很快又会“长江后浪推前浪”地被掩盖了。
呵呵。。。。
这两个小女孩子,标榜自己是90后,看不起70后,80后的生活。我不由觉得很好笑。你们说不学韩寒,哈哈,我承认我是80后,我从来都不看那种文章。你所说你认为自己很早熟的话,在我看来,也是多么的幼稚。什么叫成熟,我看你们现在都还没搞懂,做个愤青,鄙视这个世界,就是成熟吗?在小学甚至初中的时候,我就思考过远远比你所想的更深远的东西。再说,各人有各人的生活,什么时候轮到你插话?特别是看到她们写给自己爸爸妈妈的信,我就感到莫名的愤慨和悲哀。人是活在现实中的,生活是你的父母变得衰老,让你瞧不起,但你想过没有,他们这么做都是为了你。就算你为了炒作,也不需拿自己父母开刀吧!我不由想到以前高考的时候,为了写作文“战胜脆弱”,多少考生编自己双亲去世。良心何在啊?
从照片来看她们俩人穿得那么光鲜,要么就是家里很有钱,要么就是有人在背后支持她们,很可能有一个代理公司。长得还过得去,或许是想进娱乐圈发展吧,先通过这种方式来聚集人气,也未尝不是一条捷径。就连我这篇日志,说不定也成了聚集她们人气的帮凶。哈哈!
出名要趁早。就看你们在舆论的关照下,抱着出名的想法,能够走多远吧。
但我能肯定的是,今天你们鄙视别人,明天也会遭别人鄙视。



 
布布 @ 2008-05-10 10:06

今天一进歪酷,发现界面怎么那么熟悉。。。越看越像校内的界面。。。
天。。。不知道是谁抄了谁。。。
今天起要悉心照料这个博客。

总是觉得有时候许多话像说,但是又不知道跟谁说,好像跟谁说都不是很合适。。。
就把这些话都倒到这里来吧。



 
布布 @ 2008-05-09 19:43

你是风儿,我是沙。缠缠绵绵绕天涯。

总觉得这句词很美。
虽然用沙来作比,感觉沉重了些。我也没见过风沙,不知道是什么样子。而且真正有风沙的地方的人,估计也不会有心情这样来歌颂它。
但是我觉得这句词真的挺美。或许就因为“缠缠绵绵绕天涯”。

总认为,恋爱,就是两个人卿卿我我,就算不是整天腻在一起,也应该是时不时就想起对方,发条情意绵绵的短信,或是能够一起散散步,逛逛街,吃吃饭。我觉得最浪漫的事,就是两个人在湖边或海边看烟花。我的男朋友,一定要带我去看烟花才行。
或许这样的事,总是离我太遥远。
现在才知道,原来恋爱并不总是这样的。
看着校园里来来往往的情侣,一下觉得自己好老,好老,老到已经没有这种心境去感受卿卿我我的甜蜜。也许也并不是我自己的原因,而是我一直都没有这样的外部条件。从前,确实,我承认,恋爱是偷偷摸摸,两个人都要很有勇气,做这些事情是不可能的。但是现在呢,究竟行不行?我不知道。虽然说大学生谈恋爱已是很普遍,但在我们专业,这似乎是一个致命伤。专业的原因,决定了我们大多只能内销。内销也罢,但是头几年,不管是亲戚还是认识的师长,都劝说不要恋爱。因为恋爱会分心,分心则不能学好习。在现在大学生普遍不再注重学习的今天,我们还是不得不像高中时代那样,埋头苦读。别人说我们是书呆子。是,我们是书呆子,这我承认。如果我们不是书呆子,如果我们不努力刻苦地读书,玩命地学习,如果我们也像其他院的学生那样不求技术精湛只求考试混个及格就行,你们还敢去医院看病么?你敢来我都不敢看!医学事玩命的事,“健康所系,性命相托”,谁敢拿这开玩笑!
学习是我们的主旋律,其它的事情就要搁一边了。我家猪就是典型案例。。。超级爱学习的乖乖好孩子。。。我就是这么形容他的,他苦着脸说咋这么讽刺。没办法,真实写照而已。有时候我埋怨他,但是其实自己也想一整天都泡在学习里。。。时间是多么的不够用。再加上我们的课不一样,我们连见都见不着。。。有时候也觉得没什么,毕竟学习为重,心里惦着就好。唉。。。虽说如此。。。有时候也真是恼火。。。真的觉得挺悲哀,这样子究竟算什么?
等到了那边,是更严峻的挑战。。。在两年半之内学完基础课程,我不敢想象会被全英授课的一大堆课程轰炸成什么样。。。不过既然每年国家都培养那么多医生,他们都走过来了,我为什么又不行?到时候,虽然会在一起上课,但是估计时间那么紧,也没心思做这些事了。。。。等到了毕业,也很老很老了。。。打住,想这么远的事情干什么,先解决计算机考试。。。
你是风儿我是沙,我们就注定这么样子下去吗?




 
布布 @ 2008-05-09 19:25

好久没来了。这里恐怕都落了不少灰了。
最近实在很忙,考试一轮接着一轮,感觉甚至比高三的时候还辛苦。
今天终于考完拉丁文了。只花了九个星期学,根本没学到什么,只是背了一大堆变格法。什么第一变格法的名词单数受格,第一类形容词阴性单数主格,形容词最高级,植物双名法命名,药物制剂命名,可以暂时跟他们say goodbye了。暂时是因为回去以后,肯定又会碰到他们。。。那时候就是背一长串的药名。。。郁闷!
不管怎么说,我是有很尽力地去准备考试的啊!做完卷子感觉还不错。。。师兄师姐说他们去年考的是模拟题的原题,可是今年我们完全是不一样的题目。。。幸好有把该记的都记住。。。呵呵。。。
今天搬回一大堆英文原版书,扔到地上可以砸一个大坑。话说,要真拿来砸我可不敢,好贵的呢!!!赔都赔死我了。。。
本来想着去舞蹈班的,毕竟是最后一期了!但是因为要领书。。可恶!!就这么去了大半节课。。。可怜的我家猪啊。。。一个人在那里跟着扭。。。看了还真想笑呢。。。一下觉得好爱好爱他哦。。。亲~~~
周日还有计算机要考试,下周还有植物学实验考试、党章考试、合唱训练,下下下周还有植物学期中考,下个月还有四级。。。考着考着就要到期末了。。。郁闷死。。。师兄说那边的生活会更苦,我实在不敢去想象。现在就已经够悲哀的了。。。55555。。。。哦!下周一我们亲爱的辅导员还要开会。。。哪里有时间去实验室看玻片啊。。。。55555555。。。
希望所有的辛苦都能够有收获吧!为自己加油!!!



 
布布 @ 2007-12-17 16:51

挺喜欢的。。。做阅读的时候看到。。。特此摘录。

Books

Orison Swett Marden

 

Perhaps no other thing has such power to lift the poor out of his poverty, the wretched out of his misery, to make the burden-bearer forget his burden, the sick his suffering, the sorrow his grief, the oppressed his degradation, as books. They are friends to the lonely, companions to the deserted, joy to the joyless, hope to the hopeless, good cheer to the disheartened, a helper to the helpless. They bring light into darkness, and sunshine into shadow.

 

We may be poor, socially isolated, shut out from all personal association with the great and the good, and yet be in the best society in the world, in books. We may live in palaces, converse with princes, be familiar with royalty, and associate with the greatest and noblest of all time.

 

The trend of many a life for good or ill, for success or failure, has been determined by a single book. The books which we read early in life are those which influence us most.

 

The greatest advantage of books does not always come from what we remember of them, but from their suggestiveness. A good book often serves as a match to light the dormant power within us. There is explosive material enough in most of us if we can only reach it. A good book or a good friend often serves to wake up our latent possibilities. Books often excite thought in great writers, even upon entirely different subjects. We often find in books what we thought and felt, could we have expressed ourselves. Indeed, we get acquainted with ourselves in books. We discover one feature in Emerson, an expression in Homer, a glimpse of ourselves in Dante, and so on until we spell out our whole individuality. True, we get many pleasing reflections of ourselves from friends, many mirrored deformities from our enemies, and a characteristic here and there from the world; but in a calm and unbiased way we find the most of ourselves, our strength, our weakness, our breadth, our limitations, our opinions, our tastes, our harmonies and discords, our poetic and prosaic qualities, in books.

 

We form many of our opinions from our favorite books. The author whom we prefer is our most potent teacher; we look at the world through his eyes. If we habitually read books that are elevating in tone, pure in style, sound in reasoning, and keen in insight, our minds develop the same characteristics. If, on the contrary, we read weak or vicious books, our minds contract the faults and vices of the books. We cannot escape the influence of what we read any more than we can escape the influence of the air that we breathe.

 

The best books are those which stir us up most and make us the most determined to do something and be something ourselves. The best books are those which lift us to a higher plane where we breathe a purer atmosphere. As we should associate with people who can inspire us to nobler deeds, so we should only read those books which have an uplifting power, and which stir us to make the most of ourselves and our opportunities.

 

Emerson had three rules of reading: never read a book that is not a year old; never read any but famous books; never read a book you do not like.

 

Libraries are no longer a luxury, but a necessity. A home without books and periodicals and newspapers is like a house without windows. Children learn to read by being in the midst of books; they unconsciously absorb knowledge by handling them. No family can now afford to be without good reading.

 

Furnish your house with books rather than unnecessary furniture, bric-a-brac, or even pictures if you cannot afford all. One of the most incongruous sights in the world is an elegant house with costly furniture, paintings of the masters, costly carpets, and yet with scarcely, a standard work in the library.

 

Wear threadbare clothes and patched shoes if necessary, but do not pinch or economize on books. If you cannot give your children an academic education, you can place within their reach a few good books which will lift them above their surroundings, into respectability and honour. A college education, or its equivalent, and more is possible to the poorest boy or girl who has access to the necessary books.

 

“No entertainment is so cheap as reading,” says Mary Wortley Montagu, “ nor any pleasure so lasting.” Good books elevate the character, purify the taste, take the attractiveness out of low pleasures, and lift us upon a higher plane of thinking and living. It is not easy to be mean directly after reading a noble and inspiring book. The conversation of a man who reads for improvement or pleasure will be flavored by his reading; but it will not be about his reading.

 

Whatever you read, read with enthusiasm, with energy, read with the whole mind, if you would increase your mental stature. Learn to absorb the mental and the moral life of a book, and assimilate it into your life. He is the best reader who consumes the most knowledge and converts it into character. Mechanical readers remember words, the husks of things, but digest nothing. They cram their brains but starve their minds. If you are getting the most out of a book, you will feel a capacity for doing things which you never felt before.

 




 
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