<![CDATA[十一月的微凉]]>

<![CDATA[十一月的微凉]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:48:20 GMT Qzone zh-cn Copyright (C), 2005-2008, Tencent Tech. Co., Ltd. Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:18:04 GMT <![CDATA[[转]一留澳学生说：我爸现在每天才赚75万……]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258993084
上次到墨尔本，朋友告诉我那里有一位大陆来的煤矿老板的儿子，来到澳洲不到半年，先是用现金买了宝马，随即又换了崭新的奔驰，据说还要换比奔驰更酷的跑车，当然，这速度与他换女朋友相比，实在算是慢的。不停换女朋友的结果是，他无法过语言关，也就换不成学校。这位煤炭老板的儿子最近有点不高兴，可并不是因为成绩不好无法上学，他不高兴的原因正如他对同学讲的：最近中国生意不太好做，我爸现在一天才赚75万……

这次到悉尼，又听到一个煤老板儿子的故事，据说这位不换女朋友，租了五六个地方，一个地方放了一个女朋友，一个也舍不得换掉。有意思的是这些女朋友还都是大陆来的官员们的千金。只是最近他老爸突然给他打电话，说煤炭生意可能要被当官的抢走了，他问儿子手里现在有多少钱。那儿子说，还有几十万啊，老爸一听就摔电话了：老子不是给了你一千多万，才两年不到，只有几十万了？

听了这两个真实的故事，我平时如泉涌的文思就迟滞了。毕竟，我也是有感情的，既然有感情，有时就会感情用事滴。我杨恒均总不能每天都高谈阔论，政治正确吧？有些事情的内在逻辑挺逗的，不是大道理就能够一言以蔽之的。例如，这煤老板本来是与官府勾结才能够发财的，发财了，却去玩弄官府那些尚无法贪污到大富大贵的官员千金；可是转眼之间，这官员又要开始没收煤老板的财产了……你说，这不正是中国朴素哲学思想中的因果报应？

再说，你什么时候听说腰缠万贯的煤老板对个人的权利有过兴趣？更不用说他们拿出九牛一毛来维权了，我倒是听说过穷得叮当响的北京律师千里迢迢去为山西的煤老板维权。

我以前就经常对父辈那代人说，共产党打土豪分田地也有一定的合理性，你们当土豪很久了，霸占田地也不是一天两天的事儿，你能告诉我，你们有田有地的时候，想到给这个国家和普罗大众做点有益的事吗？或者试图建立一个能够保护人权和私有财产的制度？

例如，代表地主资产阶级利益的蒋介石政权，在大陆也好歹折腾了几十年，死活不肯设立这个地球上迄今能够最大限度保护地主、资产阶级和普通民众权益的宪政民主，最后不是被赶到台湾岛？再说，共产党中起来领导打土豪分田地的领袖们，不是地主富农，就是资本家的后代，例如毛泽东和周恩来……

这报应其实是中国历史无法走出的恶性循环。中国上下如果不思改革，这循环还会继续，而且可能循环得比以前都要快。不过，现在的人也不是吃素的，和中国几千年历史不同的是，恶性循环无法打破，但我可以把子孙后代送到循环以外去——送他们出国！你再怎么循环，再怎么折腾，也只能在中国大陆吧？

最早是高干子弟出国的多，后来是富翁把孩子一个一个送出去，留了后路，再后来连要为一个美好中国奋斗的知识精英们也歇菜了，急不可耐地把独生子女送到海外与达官贵人的子女们一起接受资本主义再教育。更让人震惊的是，最近有迹象显示，稍微懂得一点历史的打工仔，也开始为襁褓中的独生子女攒钱留洋了……

其实，如果有其他的选择，谁愿意把子女送到一个文化和语言完全不同的地方去？中国人是最注重家庭的，我们不是因此常常嘲笑西方人家庭观念淡薄，父母不关心子女？可是你什么时候看到西方父母忍心让未成年的子女到一个异域去学习和生活？

而且，你知道中国大陆出来的孩子们都在怎么生活吗？每一次到澳洲、新西兰和美国，看到报纸上的报道，听到那些留学生的故事，我都很难受，也为他们父母觉得不值。我不排除这些孩子今后有能够融入当地社会的精英，甚至还会继续出现几个诺贝尔奖得主，为整个中华民族争光，但代价是什么？是更多的孩子始终无法融入主流社会，或者在学生阶段就出事了，而那些看上去没有“出事的”，又有多少心理和性格受到了伤害，谁知道呢？

可我不能告诉中国的家长们，不要把子女送到海外留学，因为和中国历史长河中反复上演的悲剧相比，把孩子“流放”一样送到海外，至少是一个保险的做法……

说了这么多尖酸刻薄的话，我也想表示一下，对孩子们，我始终是关心的。例如去年一些留学生爱国爱到失控，在人家国家横冲直闯，我当时就凭自己的经验，旁敲侧击地提醒他们要注意后果——后果还没有完全显现，但也差不多了。

首先，由于部分留学生不照顾人家的“国情”而过早地暴露了他们的爱国热情和实力，结果他们受到了所在国家政府的报复，目前在美国和澳洲，对于毕业后的中国留学生就业，特别是政府部门和高科技公司，都有了更加严格的限制，有些是明文的，但更多是心照不宣的，也有内部掌握的。

其次，海外留学生去年澎湃的爱国热情是从大陆网民传过来的，他们作为中国愤青中唯一享受游行示威自由的群体，义无反顾地冲上了法国、美国和澳洲的街头。可是，他们不但过早地把力量暴露给了资本主义，也同时暴露在大陆那些爱国爱红了眼的愤青眼中。

国内情绪多变的愤青在利用了这些海外留学生之后，海内外“爱国者”们在“爱国”的大旗之下短暂地结盟之后，迥异的利益最终让他们分道扬镳，甚至“反目成仇”。就在五星红旗遍布欧美之后不到两个月，大陆互联网上质疑之声四起：这些不用再喝大陆毒奶粉的年轻人是谁？他们的家庭都是什么背景？为什么有那么多钱在外国留学？他们毕业后有多少回国的？

进入2009年，我通过自己文章的跟贴明显地感觉到，当初那批对海外留学生上街叫好的国内“民族主义者们”，开始把“爱国”的长矛对准海外留学生。以致当这些海外留学生在当地受到欺负的时候，国内的网民不但不再是支持，甚至在有非常死亡事件发生在海外留学生之中时，国内互联网上的“活该”叫好声代替了同胞之间应有的同情（见我的多篇描写澳洲留学生的文章）。

第三，不过，和这些国内愤青的仇视相比，还有更让留学生的家长们恐惧的。我最近收到的信息显示，海外留学生的家长们感到大事不妙了，他们也是最早为海外留学的子女的“爱国热情”泼冷水的。

原因有这么两个，一个是部分家长认为孩子还年轻，不懂得国内的事，希望他们成熟点后，看问题更全面时才“参与政治”。但更重要的理由则是家长们感觉到国内互联网上的“民意”越来越对他们不利，例如经过海外留学生的折腾，大陆网络上一片呼声，要求送子女出国留学的家长们必须公布自己的财产，尤其是那些官员背景的。

难怪，一位澳洲留学生向我描述这样的情景：当一些家长看到他们的子女出现在国内电视画面时，几乎紧张得透不过气来。据我这些年涉内和涉外工作经验所知，中国目前送子女出国留学的家长只有一小部分真正经得起“严查”：贪污腐败的当然并不占多数，但灰色收入，以及偷税漏税，足足可以让绝大多数家长们吃官司——

当然最让留学生和家长们恐惧的不是“民意”，而是“官意”，最近这几年，在胡温的领导下，“官意”也多多少少反映了一些“民意”，例如就从去年海外留学生像抗日战争时候的百团大战一样过早的暴露了实力之后，阳光法案虽然没有能够实行，但中纪委已经开始要求各地官员必须如实汇报子女在海外留学的情况……

今天就到此为止，顺便一起回复几位朋友的短信，三位朋友在前两天发来了几乎相同内容的问候：老杨头，冬天到了，寒潮来袭，又有流感，请注意保暖……

谢谢哥们姐们啊，我此刻在南半球的澳大利亚悉尼，这里的冬天已经过去了，现在正是盛夏，最近几年我每年都过两个夏天……俗话说，冬天来了，夏天还会远吗？老杨头则说：既然一年可以过两个夏天，为啥一定要过冬天呢？

不过，这里的夏天也有让人郁闷的，例如圣诞节要到了，这里不但不会下雪，气温竟然高达三十度，加上又有流感来袭，结果我今天在大街上见到一位给孩子派糖果的圣诞老人——他热得竟然穿一条红色的大短裤，却带着一个大口罩子……

杨恒均 2009/11/23 悉尼 ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258993084#comment 136315400 Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:18:04 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258993084 <![CDATA[从北国到南国]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258792181 ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258792181#comment 134218240 Sat, 21 Nov 2009 08:29:41 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258792181 <![CDATA[史蒂夫乔布斯(Steve Jobs)在斯坦福大学2005年毕业典礼上的演讲]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258791756
　　I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

　　The first story is about connecting the dots.

　　I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

　　It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

　　And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

　　It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

　　Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

　　None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

　　Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

　　My second story is about love and loss.

　　I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

　　I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

　　I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

　　During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

　　I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

　　My third story is about death.

　　When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

　　Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

　　About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

　　I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

　　This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

　　No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

　　Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

　　When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

　　Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

　　Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

　　Thank you all very much ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258791756#comment 134218240 Sat, 21 Nov 2009 08:22:36 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258791756 <![CDATA[恋]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258752793 ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258752793#comment 134219264 Fri, 20 Nov 2009 21:33:13 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258752793 <![CDATA[幼气的我]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258747163 ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258747163#comment 134219264 Fri, 20 Nov 2009 19:59:23 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258747163 <![CDATA[拒绝]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258706030 小的时候，我总以为女孩会说这么一句，
渐渐长大，发现女孩基本上都不会说这一句，
好失望！
我就比较喜欢听女的说这句，
这叫拒绝！ ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258706030#comment 134219264 Fri, 20 Nov 2009 08:33:50 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258706030 <![CDATA[下雨的那一天]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258684888 你说你不懂为何在这时牵手,
我晒干了沉默,悔的更冲动,
就算这次做错,也只是怕错过,
如果说,
在一起叫梦,分开了叫痛,
是不是说没做完的梦最痛! ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258684888#comment 134219264 Fri, 20 Nov 2009 02:41:28 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258684888 <![CDATA[放晴的那一天]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258642089 飘着记忆,童年的荡秋千,
为你翘课的那一天,
花落的那一天,
教室的那一间,
消失的下雨天,
没想到失去的勇气我还留着,
好想再问一遍,
你等待还是离开,
我试握住飘落的花瓣,风渐渐变大,把距离吹的好远,好远!
从前有个爱你,
我试握住你的手,但偏偏雨渐渐大到我看你不见,
刮风的这一天,
你消失在下雨天,
等待放晴的那一天, ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258642089#comment 134219264 Thu, 19 Nov 2009 14:48:09 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258642089 <![CDATA[鄙视！陈晓栋]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258044432

]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258044432#comment 134218241 Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:47:12 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1258044432 <![CDATA[我的十位数扣扣号]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257587690 是不是感觉很一般啊!但是解析一下就好记许多,
1066,25,34,34
即:1066 释:夭你乖乖;
25 释:爱我;
34,34 释:三世三世;
106625,3434 要你乖乖爱我、三世三世、、哈哈!
当然34 34 也可以是三思三思!
106625,3434 要你乖乖爱我,三思!三思! ]]> http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257587690#comment 134219264 Sat, 07 Nov 2009 09:54:50 GMT http://496940707.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257587690