http://812879653.qzone.qq.com Tue, 01 Dec 2009 11:36:13 GMT Qzone zh-cn Copyright (C), 2005-2008, Tencent Tech. Co., Ltd. Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:53:14 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257835994 Avril Lavigne——When You Are Gone




另：歌词~~
I always needed time on my own
I never thought
I'd need you there when I cried
And the days feel like years
when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie
is made up on your side
When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you
I never felt this way before
Everything that I do
reminds me of you
And the clothes you left
are lyin' on the floor
And they smell just like you
I love the things that you do
When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you
We were meant for each other
I keep forever
I know we were
Oh oh oh oh oh
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe
I need to feel you here with me
Yeah
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you
]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257835994#comment 134226432 Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:53:14 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257835994 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257350928 幼儿园，小学，初中，高中，大学…没想到时间过得这么快，一下子最后一段校园生活都快接近尾声了，掐指一算竟已过去17年的读书时间…再过六个月左右就要开始真正的实习生活了，然后，毕业，找工作，从此就要踏入社会了…而现在，真的祈祷时间能过的慢一点，因为一路走来，每天都是机械地上课吃饭睡觉，感觉自己早已成了一个没有思想的按部就班的机器人，从来不会悉心感受校园生活的美好。
我是一个很怀旧的人，曾经在大一大二花大把大把的时间怀念高中（我一直认为高中生活是人生中最最美好的一段时光），殊不知大学已悄悄溜走了两年，而且两年来是一片空白，如果要找出点值得纪念的事，我会迷茫…直到看到一个已工作的朋友说真的好怀念大学生活时，心里第一次揪了一下，现在如此这般怀念高中，不是以后我将怀念大学的真实写照吗？像我这样把现在的日子用在怀念以前，肯定永远也珍惜不到大学生活了，或许几个月后，我便会深深地回忆起大学，并深深自责没有留下一段有意义的大学时光…我一直在想为什么高中生活会让我如此难忘呢，最主要的应该是同学们从早到晚彼此朝夕相处，结下了深厚的感情，整整三年，虽然现已各奔东西，但说起曾经的生活，依旧会产生强烈的共鸣。但是现在我意识到我错了，不是错在怀念高中生活，而是错在没有好好珍惜大学时光，如果就这么下去，到毕业时我该拿什么来回忆我的大学生活呢？细细一想，大学的同学何尝不是朝夕相处，感情深厚呢？比如说室友，一个寝室六个人，同吃同住同睡，一起玩闹一起疯狂，彼此的生活习性早已深深了解，呆在一起的时间远远超过了和家人的时间。三年，这么一个小小的空间，可能在心里留下是一个永远的位置。实习的时候，大家面临的也许只是短暂性的分散，因为大四还会回来一起参加考试什么的，可一旦毕业也许就是永久地分开了，到时候哪里还同时聚的到一起呢？
不知道现在醒悟还来不来的及，只剩下几个月的时间了，不管在什么方面，都要开始珍惜了，努力让大学生活色彩斑斓起来，不要给以后留下遗憾！ ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257350928#comment 134219264 Wed, 04 Nov 2009 16:08:48 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1257350928 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254724766
“2008年6月5日是哈佛大学的毕业典礼，请来的演讲嘉宾是《哈利波特》的作者J.K.罗琳女士。她的演讲题目是《失败的好处和想象的重要性》（The Fringe Benefits of Failure and the Importance of Imagination）。
她几乎没有谈到哈里波特，而是说了年轻时的一些经历。虽然J.K.罗琳现在很有钱，是英国仅次于女皇的最富有的女人，但是她曾经有一段非常艰辛的日子，30岁了，还差点流落街头。她主要谈的是，自己从这段经历中学到的东西。”
视频（英文原声，中文字幕）



以下是英文文稿和中文翻译：

President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates.
The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindor reunion.
Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.
You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ‘gay wizard’ joke, I’ve come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step to self improvement.
Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that have expired between that day and this.
I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ‘real life’, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.
These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.
Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.
I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.
So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents’ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.
I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.
I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.
What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.
At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.
I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.
However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person’s idea of success, so high have you already flown.
Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.
Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.
So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.
Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.
The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.
So given a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.
Now you might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.
One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working at the African research department at Amnesty International’s headquarters in London.
There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.
Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to speak against their governments. Visitors to our offices included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had left behind.
I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him back to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.
And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just had to give him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country’s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.
Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.
Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard, and read.
And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.
Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.
Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s places.
Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.
And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.
I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.
What is more, those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.
One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.
That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.
But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.
If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.
I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.
So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.
I wish you all very good lives.
Thank you very much.

福斯特主席、哈佛同仁和监察委员会的各位员工，各位老师，家长、同学们:
首先请允许我说一声谢谢。哈佛给予我的不仅仅是无上的荣誉，还有连日来因为一想到这个演讲，带来的恐惧以及恐惧导致的阵阵恶心让我减肥成功。这真是一个双赢的局面。现在我要做的就是深呼吸，眯着眼睛看着眼前的大红横幅，安慰自己只是在世界上最大的矮人大会上。发表毕业演说是一个巨大的责任，我的思绪一下子回到自己的毕业典礼上。那天做报告的是英国著名的哲学家Baroness Mary Warnock，通过对她的演讲的回忆对我写今天的演讲稿给予了极大地帮助。因为我不记得她说过的任何一句话了，这个发现让我释然，让我不再有任何恐惧。我可能会无意中影响你，放弃在商业、法律或政治等有前途的职业而为眩晕的愉悦成为一个快乐的魔法师。你们都明白，如果在若干年后您还记得'快乐的魔法师'这个笑话，说明我已经超越了Baroness Mary Warnock。
可实现的目标：个人提高的第一步。其实，我为今天应该告诉你们什么已经殚精竭虑了。我曾问自己：我从毕业到现在的这些年里，学到和了解了什么重要的教训。我已想出了两个答案。在这个美好的一天，当我们正聚集在一起庆祝您毕业的时刻，我已决定与你们谈谈失败的好处；另一方面，你们站在'现实生活'的门槛上，我要歌颂至关重要的想象力。这些似乎是不切实际或似是而非的选择，但请原谅我。让一个已经42岁的人回顾在她21岁毕业时情景，是个让人有点不舒服的经历。可以说，我人生的前一部分，一直挣扎在自己的雄心和身边的人对我的期望两者之间取得平衡。我一直深信我唯一想做的事----写小说。不过，我的父母两人都来自贫穷的背景，而且没有任何一人上过大学。他们都坚持认为我过度的想象力是一个令人惊讶的个人怪癖，绝不可支付按揭或保证安稳的退休金。他们希望我拿到一个职业学位。可我想学习英语文学。最终达成了一个折衷的意见，现在想起来仍不令人满意，最终，我去学习现代语言。几乎刚把车停在路尽头的墙角（译者加指去校报道），我放弃了德语并逃到古典文学的殿堂。我不记得是否告诉我的父母我是学习古典文学的。也许他们很可能在我毕业那天才第一次发现我的专业是什么。在这个星球上的所有科目里，我想他们会认为再没有比希腊神话学更糟糕的了。
我想澄清一下：我不会因为他们的观点而责怪我的父母。埋怨父母给你指错方向是有时间段的。当你长到自己可以掌握方向时，你就要自己承担责任了。尤其是，我不会因为自己希望不要经历贫穷而责怪我的父母。他们是贫穷的，我也一直很贫穷。贫困带来的恐惧，压力有时是绝望，这意味着屈辱和苦难。用您自己的努力摆脱贫困这确实是一件对自己而言骄傲的事情。但贫穷本身只有对傻瓜而言才是浪漫的。
我在你们这个年龄时，最害怕的不是贫穷，而是失败。像你们这样大时，我明显缺乏在大学学习的动力。我花了太久在咖啡吧写故事，而在课堂的时间就很少了。我有一个通过考试的诀窍，并且数年间一直认为我的生活在我的同龄人中是成功的现在。我不愚蠢假设因为你们的年轻，天才和受过良好教育就从来没有困难或心碎的时刻。才华和智商从来不会对命运的反复无常有所准备。我也不会假设大家都坐这里冷静地满足于自身的优越感。但从哈佛毕业的事实表明，你们对失败不熟悉。害怕失败像渴望成功一样强烈。事实上，您对失败的理解可能和普通人对成功的看法不会太远。因为你们已经站在如此之高的位置。最终，我们所有人都必须自己决定什么构成失败，但如果你愿意，世界是相当渴望给你一套标准的。因而我可以公平地讲，从任何传统的标准看，在我毕业仅仅七年后的日子里，我的失败就达到了空前的规模：一个异常短暂的破裂的婚姻、失业、一个单亲家长，像在现代英国的穷人一样，只是还没有到无家可归的地步罢了。眼前时刻浮现着父母和自己对未来的担心。按照惯常的标准来看，我是我所见过的最大的失败者。现在，我不打算站在这里告诉你失败是好玩的，我的那段生活经历是困窘不堪的；我更不知道新闻媒体所说的童话故事般的革命；我也不知道那种困苦要持续多久；在相当长的一段时间里，任何尽头的光明都只是一个希望而不是现实。
那么，为什么我要谈论失败的好处呢？只是因为失败意味着剥离你不必需的东西。我不是在伪装自己，我只是直接把所有精力放在最重要的工作上。如果我不是没有在其他领域成功过，我可能绝不会有在真正属于自己的舞台上取得成功的决心。我获得了自由，因为我最害怕的已经发生了，但是我还活着，我还有一个我深爱着的女儿，还有一个旧打字机和一个大创意（指写哈利波特）。所以困境的谷底成为我重建生活的坚实基础。你可能永远不会有我这种失败的经历，但有些失败，在生活中是不可避免的。毫无挫折的生活是不存在，除非你生活的万般小心，可有些失败还是会发生。失败让我内心安全，是我从通过考试中没有得到过的。失败教会我一些不能用其他方法获得的东西，我发现自己有坚强的意志，比想象中还多的原则，我也发现我拥有朋友----他们的价值远在红宝石之上。从挫折中得到知识将使你更加明智和坚强，也就是说您比以往任何时候更有能力生存。你从来没有真正认识自己，或通过逆境的检验认识到您的朋友的力量，直到两者经受逆境的考验。对所有人而言，这种认知是一个真正的礼物。这是痛苦的胜利比我取得的任何资格有着更高的价值。
给我一部时间机器，我会告诉21岁的自己：个人的幸福在于知道生命是不是一个获得或取得的核对清单。你的资历、简历，都不是你的生活，虽然你会遇到很多人和我同龄或者更老一点的人依然混淆两者。生活是困难的，复杂的，超出任何人的控制。谦恭地认识到这一点将使你历经沧桑后能够更好的生存。
你可能会认为我选择了我的第二个主题：想象力的重要性因为这是重建我生活的一部分。但事实并非完全如此，虽然我永远捍卫睡前故事的价值，我已经学会了想象拥有的更广泛的意义。想象力不仅是人类独具能力：设想还不存在的事物是所有发明和创新的源泉。这种改造和揭露的能力，使我们能够对自己未经历的苦难者产生同理心。其中一个影响最大的经历在我写哈利波特的生活之前，但大部分是在我随后写的那些书里。这个想法成形于我早期的工作经历。在20多岁时，尽管我可以在午餐时间里悄悄写故事，可为了付房租，我做的主要工作是在伦敦总部的大赦国际研究部门。在我的小办公室，我看到了人们在匆忙中写的信，这些信是从极权主义政权那里偷运出来的。那些人冒着被监禁的危险，告知外面的世界他们那里正在发生的事情。我看到那些无迹可寻的人的照片-----由他们的家人和朋友铤而走险地送到大赦国际来的。我看过拷问受害者的证词和被害的照片，我也读过笔迹、目击证人的供词以及即决审判和处决的绑架和*犯的档案。我有很多的合作者是前政治犯，他们已离开家园流离失所，或逃亡流放，因为他们大胆地怀疑政府的民主问题。来我们办公室的访客有告密者以及想了解迫害真相的人。
我将永远不会忘记：一个非洲酷刑的受害者-----一名当时比我还小的年轻男子，他因在故乡的悲惨经历导致精神错乱。当他在摄像机前讲述被残暴的摧残的时候，他颤抖失控。他比我稍高一点，但当时看来却像个脆弱的孩童。后来，我被安排护送他到地铁站，这名生活已被残酷地打乱的男子，小心翼翼地握着我的手,祝我未来生活幸福!
并且只要我还活着，我就会记得走过一个空荡荡的的走廊。突然从背后的门里传来我从未听过的尖叫的痛苦和恐惧，门打开了，研究员探出她的头告诉我为坐在她旁边的青年男子，调一杯热饮料。他刚被告知消息：为了报复他对国家政权的批评，他母亲已被捕并执行了枪决。在我20多岁的时候，我工作的每一天，都在提醒我是多么的幸运。生活在一个民选政府的国家，律师和公开审理，是每个人的权利。每天我都能看到很多有关恶人的证据，他们为了获得或维持权力而对自己的同胞所犯下的暴行。我开始做噩梦，都和我的所见所闻有关，并且我也了解到更多关于人类的善良。在国际特赦组织学到的比以前多得多。大赦动员成千上万有自由信仰的人，去为那些因信仰而遭遇不幸的人奔走抗争。人类同理心的力量，引发的集体拯救生命的行动，释放囚犯。众多幸福安康的普通百姓，携手合作挽救那些素不相识或再也不能相逢的人。这在道德上是中立的，是我生命中一段最谦恭和发人深省的生活经历。
不同于这个星球上的任何其他生物，人类可以学习理解未经历过的东西。他们可以设身处地为别人着想当然，这是一种能力就像我虚构的魔法世界一样。这在道德上也是中立的。一个人可能会利用这种能力去操纵、或控制，但也有很多人选择去了解或同情。很多人一点也不喜欢锻炼自己的想象力，他们选择待在舒适的生活范围内，从来不麻烦地去想想如果自己出生在别处一切会怎么样。他们拒绝听到尖叫声或向笼子里窥视，他们可以封闭自己的内心。只要痛苦不触及他们个人，他们可以拒绝去了解。我可能会因诱惑而嫉妒那样生活的人，除了我不认为他们会比我少做噩梦。选择住在狭窄的空间可导致某种形式的精神广场恐惧症，并给自己带来恐惧感。我认为不想看到更多怪物的人，他们常常更害怕。更甚的是，那些选择不同情的人可能激活真正的怪兽，因为我们自己没有严惩邪恶，冷漠与无视却让我们犯下了邪恶的共谋罪。
在21岁时，我从古典文学中学到很多知识。其中之一我所不明白的是，希腊作家普鲁塔克所说的：我们内心的实现将改变外在现实。那是一个多么惊人的论断，并在我们生活的每天被无数次论证。这在某种程度上表明，我们与外部世界有逃不掉的瓜葛。事实上，我们以自己的存在来接触其他人的生命。但哈佛大学的级的毕业生们，你们中的多少人会去触及他人的生命呢？
你们的智慧、努力工作的能力以及所受的教育将给予你们独特的地位和责任。即使您的国籍把你与别人分开了，你们绝大部份仍属于世界上仅存的超级大国。你们表决的方式，你们生活的方式，你们抗议的方式，你们给自己的政府带来的压力，其影响力将超越你们的国界，这是你们的特权，也是你们的负担。
如果您选择使用您的地位和影响力去代表那些没有发言权的人，发出声音；
如果您不仅去帮助强者，而且还会同情并帮扶弱者；
如果你会设身处地为不如你的人着想；
那么，您的存在将不仅是你家族的骄傲，也是无数因你帮助而过上幸福生活的人的骄傲。我们不需要魔法来改变世界，我们已经拥有了需要的所有的力量。我们有能力想象会更好。
我的演讲也接近尾声了。对你们，我有最后一个希望，也是我在21岁时就一直在思考的。毕业那天坐在我身边的朋友将是我终身的朋友。他们是我的孩子的教父母，是我在遇到麻烦是可以求助的人，是当我用他们的姓名作为食死徒的名字而不会起诉我的朋友（译者注：食死徒是哈利波特中人物在此指罗琳的朋友不会因为她用他们的名字而遭起诉）。
在我们毕业的时候，我们因无尽的爱而在此相聚。我们有共同的永不再有的经历。当然，如果我们中的任何人竞选首相，那么今天的照片将是极为宝贵的证明。所以，今天我可以给你们的，没有比同伴的友谊更好的祝福了。
明天，我希望你们即使记不得我的名字，你还记得那些塞内加，他是我在罗马文学著作中结识的另一位哲学家。在我退出职业生涯后，寻找古老的生活智慧：
生活就像故事一样，不在乎长度，而在于质量。这才是问题的关键。
我在此祝大家生活愉快！非常感谢Thank you! ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254724766#comment 142615040 Mon, 05 Oct 2009 06:39:26 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254724766 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254656437 这几天国庆中秋挨在一起，放了8天假，免不了又要回家了（这话貌似有点怪啊）。
的确，家和学校比，我喜欢学校比家要多得多。因为我喜欢和朋友呆在一起，我喜欢热闹，哪里人多往哪里凑（这从每次回寝室我都要走靠“情人坡”那条路可以充分看出）。而在家里呢，没人陪我玩，只能守着电脑了。除了每天晚上会出门倒垃圾，其余时间我都宅在家里，更准确点是二楼。暑假寒假经常会出现这种情况，我已经在家呆了大半个月了，可老有邻居问我妈，你家丹妮怎么还没放假回来啊~~~
我每次回家，我妈都把平时我爸干的活交给我做了，这次更不例外，除了那些拖地洗碗洗衣服倒垃圾是我的专职外，还特意为我准备了卫生死角让我整理，昨天厨房今天客厅，明天估计卫生间了
以前我总是抱怨来抱怨去的，可这次却发现我喜欢上了这些活，而且往往能从中体会到乐趣。
家里种了好多花花草草，一楼到三楼都有，还有院子里也是满的，所以每天还要给它们浇水。有些是我种的，像仙人球啊，吊兰之类的，我只会种这些低级的（那仙人球也挺给我面子的，不足一年就子孙满堂了）。还有院子里搭了丝瓜棚，金银花的棚（以前是紫藤花，正值茂密的时候被拔了改种金银花），还有听老妈说还要搭个葡萄棚（哈，以后一抬头就能吃到葡萄了，那个爽），其余我喜欢的还有紫荆花，紫薇花，银杏，樱花等等，这些虽然只是植物，不知不觉间却跟它们结下了深厚的感情。
妈妈在朋友那里要了一块地种蔬菜，所以每天傍晚都会骑车去田里翻地啊，除草啊什么的，再摘点能摘回来的……再么挖点野菜回来，什么荠菜，马兰头啦~~~我很喜欢在野外的感觉的。在田里瞅准周围没人了就会忍不住哼起歌来，然后手舞足蹈的（有点发神经）~~~这些以前不喜欢的事情现在却乐呵乐呵地去做，而且心情会变得异常好。
我是学医的，我并不喜欢这个专业却又不得不呆在这个专业，我一直很迷茫将来能干什么，但现在却似乎指明了一个方向，我原来应该当个农民啊。。。
Oh，that's crazy~~~！！！ ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254656437#comment 142606848 Sun, 04 Oct 2009 11:40:37 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254656437 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254495892 一直以来，男二号似乎是个不太讨好的位置。HP里的绝对男主角，暂且不论越长越大的丹尼尔・雷德克里夫现在的确有点让众哈迷失望，但他的粉丝绝对该在罗恩之上。还有汤姆・费尔顿（德拉科・马尔福），反派男一号，这位越长越帅的英国小伙的粉丝从第一部起就跟丹尼尔的不相上下，估计现在早已远远超过了丹。还有艾玛就更不用说了，女一号的地位永远是集万宠于一身的。
但是，无论第一部的哈利是多么可爱讨人喜欢，我却更喜欢罗恩。我总觉得罗琳阿姨把哈利塑造地过于完美化。从他还是个婴儿就击败了从没失过手的伏地魔起，就预示着哈利这一生的不平凡。罗琳笔下的哈利几乎没有缺点，总是心无杂念地与恶势力作斗争，他拥有罗恩赫敏绝对的信任，邓布利多和小天狼星无私的关怀和帮助，而且每次与伏地魔教授都能化险为夷，所以，我总觉得现实生活中很难找出一个像哈利这样尽善尽美的人。
而罗恩呢?他真的是千千万万人的缩影。他有缺点，他有脾气，第四部里他误会哈利自己把名字扔进火焰杯是想出风头而跟他吵架，在圣诞舞会前夕以敷衍的态度邀请赫敏做舞伴遭拒，继而在舞会上翻倒了醋坛子和她吵架，第七部里更是直接丢下铁哥们走人（当然这不是罗恩的错，是那装有魂器的挂坠盒惹的祸），他贪吃，几乎每个开学典礼上都有罗恩鼓着两腮狼吞虎咽的镜头，他出洋相，被飞天扫帚打到头，被小天狼星变成的狗拖进洞里，在马尔福侮辱赫敏泥巴种时向马尔福念咒却被反弹反弹吐鼻涕虫，他惧怕蜘蛛，他还很幽默，是继双胞胎后的又一大开心果。
除此之外，他对哈利坚不可摧的友情，我们有目共睹，从第一部延续到最后一部。
第一部里罗恩下赢了霍格沃茨多年以来最精彩的一盘棋。在巨棋阵上，他毅然说，我来当骑士。他为了让哈利顺利通过巨棋阵而选择牺牲自己，当“皇后”一步步向自己靠近，罗恩小小的脸上写满惊恐，却没有动摇他坚毅的决心。
第三部在尖叫棚屋里面对小天狼星的一步步逼近，罗恩捂着流血的断腿大声喊，如果你要杀哈利，就先把我们杀了……
第七部里，哈利沉入湖底，如果没有罗恩及时赶到，救出哈利，捞出魂器，后果不堪设想。
他和哈利始终在一起，生死与共。如果没有罗恩，哈利肯定不会走得这么顺利。
当然，提到罗恩，不能不提韦斯莱家族。善良的韦斯莱先生在魔法部里任职，韦斯莱夫人虽然有点啰嗦，但对哈利视如己出，毫无保留的母爱让我们动容。弗雷德的乔治双胞胎是HP里的开心果，他们研制出的魔法商品虽然大多数是恶作剧，却常常在紧要关头帮了哈利大忙（比如说活点地图）。还有温柔善良的金妮在一路上对哈利的支持和鼓励都让我们铭记在心。


（附韦斯莱全家福一张） 以前老想一个问题，我是因为喜欢罗恩而喜欢鲁伯特还是倒过来呢。不过现在，我再也不去想这个问题，他们是一个整体，不能单一而论，如果不是鲁伯特把罗恩诠释得如此传神出彩，估计HP会少了很多看点（很多哈迷都一致认为鲁伯特是HP里演技最好的）。
这里，真心地谢谢小鲁，给我们一个这么优秀的罗恩！
Ron Weasley，My best love!!
]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254495892#comment 142606849 Fri, 02 Oct 2009 15:04:52 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1254495892 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1250525667 以后我的生活里会很纯净，只有我的追求，还有我钟爱的HP。最近又认识了一帮哈密瓜，每天晚上一起聊天，很投机，很开心。现在上网做的最多的是到QQ空间好友动态里看看哈亲们又拿出了什么好东西分享，看看关于HP的一切，日志，相册，投票，一个都不漏掉。。。我忘了我是什么时候开始关注喜欢上HP的，只知道从一开始就深深地喜欢上了而且现在已经着了迷，而且会一直喜欢下去。虽然，哈系列已经终结，我们的魔法妈妈罗琳也确信地说过不会有哈8，但是我们哈迷不会散，我们对HP的爱不会停止。而且我坚信哈迷这个大家族会不断壮大，还会有不少新成员加入我们。《哈利波特》呈现给我们的不仅仅是一个精彩纷纭的魔法世界，更重要的是里面的精神，有三人组真诚的友情，哈利和小天狼星布莱克以及韦斯莱一家细致感人的亲情，哈金和罗赫坚贞不逾的爱情，还有无数老邓教给我们的做人的道理，还有最最让我动容的是斯内普对莉莉的爱和他伟大的献身精神（让我们向教授致敬）……这些才是HP里面真正闪光之处。我很庆兴，因为HP，让彼此不认识的哈迷们聚到了一起，不分年龄不分地域，我们的心连在一起，都说“哈迷一家亲”，是啊，我们有共同的信仰，我们和哈利波特一起成长！有你们，真好！
所有哈密瓜们，我们一起加油，耶！！！ ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1250525667#comment 134219264 Mon, 17 Aug 2009 16:14:27 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1250525667 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1247678896 总的来说，在经过了哈5的巨大失望过后，哈6拍的还是挺不错滴。第六部充满了喜剧幽默的色彩，引得现场笑声连连，不过多半是献给罗恩的（我家罗罗越长越帅不说，演技也好得无可挑剔，还有卢娜，真是越来越漂亮了，马尔福这小子以前都没发现他帅，这部里真觉得帅得没话说，艾玛，就不用说了，公认的大美女）。其中罗恩和拉文德那一段，我挺替赫敏感到难过的，如果不是罗恩这小子中了迷情剂，我想我是不会放过他的。邓不利多和哈利在黑湖中找挂坠盒的那一段，取景很逼真，很符合原著。尤其是老邓最后拼尽所有力气用魔法唤出“火龙”击退一群群可怕的阴尸救了哈利一命时着实让我震憾和感动。但是紧接下来老邓死的那一段拍的不到位。罗琳在原著里花了大量的笔墨描写老邓死的场景，以及他庄重的葬礼和凤凰福克斯的挽歌，但这些都没怎么拍出来，葬礼和凤凰挽歌是直接略去了。以及我之前很期待的魁地奇比赛也只是简简单单出了几个镜头而已，还有我心爱的卢娜，戏份真少得可怜呐。只是老邓在死前对斯内普说“求你了”的时候还有哈利追杀斯内普，骂他懦夫的时候，我不由深深地向斯内普教授致敬，只有看过第七部书的人才能感受到此时斯内普将要背着被所有人憎恨和唾弃的罪名向邓不利多念下了阿瓦达索命……
电影拍得还不赖，但旁边的观众实在是……，讲话的有，吃东西的有，打电话的有，小孩哭闹的有，最受不了是周围手机铃声不断不断地响起。还有的人估计压根不知道《哈利波特》讲什么内容的就来了，连哪个是哈利罗恩都要旁边人指点一下，还指着马尔福说这个就是黑魔头啊，真是无语透了。放到那些汤姆里德尔年轻时的记忆时，有人因为看不懂一直说无聊，然后又在打听哈利波特一共几部啊，前面都不用看的还是直接看最后一部算了等等。最后结束的时候还有人说这么无聊的电影真是浪费钱浪费时间……我真想说，如果你不是哈迷，如果你没看过书就不该这样乱评论，有什么想法请了解一下剧情再说。
还有还有最大的一个问题，看惯了英文版的我这次的是中文配音版，听着真是着实难听，在这里建议还没看过哈6的哈蜜瓜们可一定一定不要去看中文版哦!!
]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1247678896#comment 134219265 Wed, 15 Jul 2009 17:28:16 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1247678896 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1247064938 哎，我怎么老是做这些无聊的事情呢，别人什么都不知道，而我却在这边瞎想，喜怒异常，诶，因为在乎，所以这样吧！ ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1247064938#comment 134219264 Wed, 08 Jul 2009 14:55:38 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1247064938 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246938390 ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246938390#comment 134219264 Tue, 07 Jul 2009 03:46:30 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246938390 http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246448926 ]]> http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246448926#comment 134219264 Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:48:46 GMT http://812879653.qzone.qq.com/blog/1246448926