I've been wondering for a long time about the definition of the Delicate Life. None of us is quite sure about the ultimate reason of living without any suspicious moments.

I am plagued by the belated winter holiday. It seems that my physical condition can no longer sustain the remaining 2 weeks. However, I am profoundly aware of the genuine fatigue which is the self-denying and self-simulating boredom accumulated through the whole semester. So far, it's still horrific for me to imagine a motionless life within the overwhelming mould casted by life itself.

The hedonistic tendency hidden in each soul more or less elicits some unspeakable desire that may easily trigger the sense of guilt. Life is desperately in search of what has been instilled into itself long before the keen consciousness of living.

Delicate life is a pretty tricky idea considering the ensuing subtext about enjoyment and entertainment. I can't help doubting the actual implication of the word "delicate".

Then how about the decent life? Is it amounting to the delicate life? I've once brainlessly equated them and hence confused myself. My increasing social experience sheds a tiny little bit light on my confusion that the majority of my fellow people are deadly pursuing the decent life while ignoring or confusing about the delicate life.

 

(to be continued...)

 

I plan to write some essay on this topic. But it involves too much of my contemplation and thus it ends up the segments you've read above. Besides, I don't want to give any reckless or imprudent conclusion to the immortal topic of life. Whatever you may feel about your life, please enlighten my unintelligent nonsense. I am not quite sure if I can finally finish this essay. The process of contemplation and writing itself are enjoyable enough nevertheless.

 

Henry

Jan.21.2007

寒假前的生活变的慢慢闲适起来.依然是忙,但是没有考试前的那种压迫.这样读书的状态,真的很好.在图书馆呆到闭馆,然后在底楼的沙发上懒散的坐着,塞着耳机,等到10点实在不能再呆下去的时候,慢慢的跺回寝室.

 

疯狂的爱上了法语歌. chanson~不知道是谁翻译出"香颂"这么雅致的名称.整个星期始终沉浸在一种难以叙述的舒适里.这是一种完全不同的感觉,虽然我尝试过许多的音乐,但是chanson所带来的体验却是全新的.忽然想象起Hugo在写作Les Miserable的时候是不是也拥有相类似的恬淡.

很久以前,就有人号称法语是世界上最美丽的语言.这点我绝对不会苟同,古汉语才是最完美的文字之一.这个学期很高兴有了<医古文>这样一门课程,古汉语所带来的阅读欣喜和快感是现在汉语远远不及的,甚至我感觉我读英语时的兴奋也不及古文所带给我的体验.如果现代汉语只是一种工具的话,那么毫无疑问,古汉语就是一种艺术.可惜的是两年未碰古文,退步了太多,只好慢慢补.

 

Alain de Botton的<Essays on Love>, 薄薄的一本书, 蕴涵太多关于爱情的玄机. Every page is a surprise to explore and to contemplate.

 

生病了,斜靠在床边,一册书,悠悠的chanson,半杯即将冷却的coffee.

我懒的拉开窗帘.

生活本身就是一种宏伟的体验.

The most mysterious essence veiled behind the shadow of life is itself.

 

打算学法语.

中医大的第二学期开始了,依然忙碌的生活,却充实了不少.图书馆成了寝室和教室外的又一个resort.

 

日子过的还不错,想学一点法语或者重新开始学西班牙语,anyway,等暑假再说.

 

特别感谢Reine,谢谢你帮我从amazon上订书还麻烦你寄给我.谢谢你对我的信任,也谢谢你送的书,虽然是萍水相逢,但是觉得跟你很投缘.虚幻的网络,因为人与人之间的真诚和信任也会显现一些真实的温情.

 

时间快不够用了,又有了好几本特别想读的书,尤其是Alain de botton的书,这个英伦才子一直让我着迷,可惜寻遍上海各大外文书店都无法找到.现在书就躺在我的旁边，心里觉得兴奋和充实.有一点点书呆的感觉,但是还有什么事情能够比读到自己喜爱的书更让人开心的事呢?

刘力红的<思考中医>也已经被列入寒假书目.快了,期待我的寒假.

 

今年是个暖冬.