Fishrine

不走，就可以留下来，我以为。


直到现在才明白

等着我的是 物是，人非


忽然开始想念

你打字的声音

你大笑的背影
 

我没走，但也没有把什么留下来。

 ...

晚上，八点多，我会路过春熙

说是路过都显得多余

没有心情理会灯红，或者酒绿，即便没有在下雨...

Internet...is not the place that I was supposed to be. Again, I am talking about the rule. But I did, actually.

Just like I watched Revolutionary Road for insufficient reasons. Probably I am just trying this movie to get myself away from mathematics. I don't like the movie because...

经验，逻辑，

规则，顺序，

定律，推理，

交织成的一张巨大的网

在太阳底下勾勒出的假象

出于自卑还是出于自信

无比确信 

理所当然的陷入理所当然的陷阱

最后

还是被现实的闹钟

用或多或少的心痛唤醒

eggs teach chickens

something stays unchange

The continuity of time 

makes each moment infinitively differentiable

People in front of me are more or less three hundred

waited for the exam registration and payment

in a long long curly queue

 （一）晒太阳

阴郁了很久的天空，终于展露久违的灿烂笑容。

口渴难忍，本能驱使下从地下室般阴冷的自习室走出来买水喝，才发现外面金色的阳光。Sunbathing，我第一瞬间想到了这个词。

躲开树荫，走下了人行道，尽情享受，任凭来往擦肩而过的别克或者奥迪……

走上运动场外沿的最后一排楼梯，从最高的看台俯视艳阳下的运动场，忍不住起亚得里亚海边的残垣，或者，爱琴海边的废墟（建筑艺术欣赏一百多人的选修，我的论文还自豪的排全班第三来着）。

没有人。空旷，静谧。 

掏出背单词的工具，"Do not read in the sun"的叮嘱早抛到了脑后，单调乏味的事情，也顺理成章成为了一种享受……

只是某一个瞬间，抬起头，望着绿茵场，享受着阳光，忽然之间无限的满足感……

Every trace

of my steps

is TRACTED

Every step

of my works

is MARKED

Every mark

of my academics

is RANKED..

I took pains

It took two years

of hard work...

六张床

空五张

熄掉所有的灯

留一盏LCD

陪着旋律

地震之后，一切都恢复井然。人，果然还是善于忘记。

我以为我不会再来BLOG，结果依然更新；我以为我们不会再看到的另外一个BLOG，依然是络绎不绝的人气。

也许是时间。也许是CDIT真的应该感谢MIT，因为MIT最终确定：这真的是一个碰巧发生的小概率的事情。

井然的做事情，心情却并非有序。所以越是忙碌，越是没有好心情。

倒不如，那些混乱的日子，只考虑一些很基本很原始很普通的事情。社会与文明的秩序本来就经受不起太大的突如其来。于是冲击，剥离了面具。人与人之间的真诚，关心，不见邀功请赏般的讨好。纯粹，纯净。

Remember the moment when the quake stroke and everybody was at a loss?

I thought you would forget us,

but you didn't. 

Remember the money I borrowed from you to buy biscuits and drinking water, and haven't yet pay you back?

I thought you would ask me for a return,

but you didin't.

Remember the small carpet you lent me in the rainy night?

I thought you had already kept yourself warm,

but you didn't.

Remember that chilling early morning when we were all hungry and there was no shop opened in the streets, then you found a loaf of bread in your bag?

I thought you would cram yourself with the whole loaf,

but you didn't. 

For all that you, you, you, and you had done for me,

I thought you would expect me to be grateful and I am,

but you didn't.