JOJO的向日葵海滩: January, 2009

开学第一篇周记。

就像小学生每个学期开始的第一周的第一篇周记一样，本小姐写个新年伊始一个月内的计划。

一，把眼镜儿给摘喽。

二，去学踢踏舞。

三，迎接黑多多成为新滴家庭成员。

但是我很很很怀疑这个计划的期限是否定得太短了。

海边的芒果农场。

位于三亚英州镇的海边的芒果园，比我想象中的要美。

海就在离果园不算太远的东边。

这是快乐的农场主一家。刘叔刘婶以及小刘同学。

刘叔是曾经的豫剧演员，拍照的姿势也摆得这样有腔有调。

刘婶泼辣能干，爽朗的笑声经常响彻果园。

从外省来到这里创业一定充满了艰辛。但是看见他们黝黑脸庞上真诚的笑容，

谁都会被这种发自内心的充实与欢喜感染。

干农活时需要的胶鞋；看守果园的狗；孵蛋的黑母鸡；在太阳下打盹的猫。

这样的生活，就像梦想中的存在。

他家有一个小小的天台，芒果树并不高，爬上去便可以俯瞰整个果园，还可以看见不远处高大的椰林。

夜晚来临，农场一家人就会在天台上点亮小电灯，一起吃晚饭。有着淡淡海腥味的微风送爽，头顶便是繁星浩渺的夜空。

每一颗星星都又大又亮，仿佛伸手就可触碰，这足以让生活在只有霓虹灯火的城市动物们仰头观望，赞叹连连，痴迷忘返。

阳光呀诺达。

我穿过茂密的亚热带雨林。藤蔓交错，根枝盘结。透着阳光的树叶的层层光影让我欢喜。

但还是觉得Nice的黄金海岸才是我见过的最美的海滩。你同意么。

热带。么

我喜欢空气中淡淡的海腥。

讨厌手指上留下的螃蟹的味道。

想念的时候可以把他用过的香水涂一点点在手腕，仿佛嗅到的就是正确的味道。

午夜12点我在亚热带的岛屿。天气晴好。

Why are so many people so anxious to get away from the small town or village where they were brought up, and to make for the big cities? They usually describe their hometown as "boring" or "dead", or - the harshest criticism of all - as "provincial".

if we examine the question from a distance,as if we were viewing the whole country from a long way off, we start to get a clue about what it is that lures us into the big cities. the main point to notice about big cities is that they are big: there are alot of people, and there are a lot of things going on. If you look down on a city, literally from a great distance, from a airplane at night, you will be struck by the incredible brightness of a city: there are so many lights that you cannot help feeling that all the bright things of life are down there waiting for you. But a feeling of disappointment will set in shortly after you land, because you will discover as you drive into the city center from the airport that the lights are just that: lights, miles of street lights and neon signs. They are not in themselves sources of joy and hapiness: city lights are not friendly, they were merely lights. In fact, the effect will probably be to make you feel lonely and isolated.

And yet the city lures us, because it is not provincial like the dead little town we have left behind us. "Provincial" is in fact our way of descriding not the town but the attitude of the people. In our little town, we know (or think we know) everybody. And what we know about them is that they do not want to go anywhere, or to do anything outside to normal routine of their everyday lives. Unlike us, thaty have no sense of adventure, no longing for new experience of new horizons.

So we look down on them, pity or despise them, pack our bags, and make for the big world which we know is out there, where the bright lights are. Then a curious thing happens. We find a job, make a small circle of friends and acquaintances, and move into cramped accomodation. Gradually we get to know our section of the city, its shops and its people, and for a while, we begin to feel at home. It is small enough, our part of the city, for us not to feel lost and anonymous. We, in effect, create another village for ourselves within the big city. The ultimate irony comes when we rent a television set so that we can stay in at night and watch the same programs that our despised coutry cousins watch. Soon we too become "provincial", and others who live around us will be glad to get up and leave us behind.

生活在别处总是好的。所以熟悉的情景都自动失焦掉。