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来自乌克兰电视剧《人民公仆》（Слуга Народа ）的主题曲-Дмитро Шуров。

福州三坊七巷附近

走在三坊七巷中

乌石山上

 

美丽的连登村

左海公园夜景

烹饪完成的龙虾

海鲜佛跳墙

龙虾与鱼翅

东星斑

贝类盅

鲍鱼

小型贝类

极为可口的芋泥，全场最佳。据说是白糖和猪油占大比例，牺牲了营养，故而美味难当。

去福州参加了弟弟的婚礼，婚礼分两个部分，男方在福州的五星酒店中进行，女方在连江县连登村的村舍中举行。

女方的婚宴让人大开眼界！留下了深刻的印象。

连江鱼丸与鸭蛋。女方家送亲及宴席必吃的小吃。送亲时一碗里有两个蛋，只许吃一个，剩下一个留作祝福只用（实际上我们由于不了解情况，吃掉了一个半）。

正在准备婚宴的人们，包括了连江县著名村宴厨师和他的团队及四邻八舍的亲友们。据说这条巷子里所有的人都是女方亲戚。

正在制作的拼盘，包含了本次婚宴唯一的肉食-荔枝肉

正在准备食物的厨师

备料中的海鲜

本场最佳-芋泥的制作过程

蒸鱼-品种不详

东星斑

鲍鱼

扇贝柱和里面不知道是什么的锅

正在处理螃蟹的妇女

鱼丸的烹饪

制作中的贝类盅

处理好的螃蟹，等待进入笼屉蒸

一种类似海肠的生物

肥壮新鲜的龙虾

鱼翅粥-我个人是反对鱼翅的，不过还是吃了

烹饪中的厨师

本场的主厨，水平之高教人折服，能用最简单的手段把大锅饭做的比所有吃过的饭店味道更好（个人忘记关门了，所以打了码）。

J. D. Salinger
The Heart of a Broken Story
Esquire XVI, September 1941, Page 32, 131-133
EVERY day Justin Horgenschlag, thirty-dollar-a-week printer’s assistant, saw at close quarters approximately sixty women whom he had never seen before. Thus in the few years he had lived in New York, Horgenschlag had seen at close quarters about 75,120 different women. Of these 75,120 women, roughly 25,000 were under thirty years of age and over fifteen years of age. Of the 25,000 only 5,000 weighed between one hundred five and one hundred twenty-five pounds. Of these 5,000 only 1,000 were not ugly. Only 500 were reasonably attractive; only 100 of these were quite attractive; only 25 could have inspired a long, slow whistle. And with only 1 did Horgenschlag fall in love at first sight.
Now, there are two kinds of femme fatale. There is the femme fatale who is a femme fatale in every sense of the word, and there is the femme fatale who is not a femme fatale in every sense of the word.
Her name was Shirley Lester. She was twenty years old (eleven years younger than Horgenschlag), was five-foot-four (bringing her head to the level of Horgenschlag’s eyes), weighed 117 pounds (light as a feather to carry). Shirley was a stenographer, lived with and supported her mother, Agnes Lester, an old Nelson Eddy fan. In reference to Shirley’s looks people often put it this way: “Shirley’s as pretty as a picture.”
And in the Third Avenue bus early one morning, Horgenschlag stood over Shirley Lester, and was a dead duck. All because Shirley’s mouth was open in a peculiar way. Shirley was reading a cosmetic advertisement in the wall panel of the bus; and when Shirley read, Shirley relaxed slightly at the jaw. And in that short moment while Shirley’s mouth was open, lips were parted, Shirley was probably the most fatal one in all Manhattan. Horgenschlag saw in her a positive cure-all for a gigantic monster of loneliness which had been stalking around his heart since he had come to New York. Oh, the agony of it! The agony of standing over Shirley Lester and not being able to bend down and kiss Shirley’s parted lips. The inexpressible agony of it!
* * *
That was the beginning of the story I started to write for Collier’s. I was going to write a lovely tender boy-meets-girl story. What could be finer, I thought. The world needs boy-meets-girl stories. But to write one, unfortunately, the writer must go about the business of having the boy meet the girl. I couldn’t do it with this one. Not and have it make sense. I couldn’t get Horgenschlag and Shirley together properly. And here are the reasons:
Certainly it was impossible for Horgenschlag to bend over and say in all sincerity:
“I beg your pardon. I love you very much. I’m nuts about you. I know it. I could love you all my life. I’m a printer’s assistant and I make thirty dollars a week. Gosh, how I love you. Are you busy tonight?”
This Horgenschlag may be a goof, but not that big a goof. He may have been born yesterday, but not today. You can’t expect Collier’s readers to swallow that kind of bilge. A nickel’s a nickel, after all.
I couldn’t, of course, all of a sudden give Horgenschlag a suave serum, mixed from William Powell’s old cigarette case and Fred Astaire’s old top hat.
“Please don’t misunderstand me, Miss. I’m a magazine illustrator. My card. I’d like to sketch you more than I’ve ever wanted to sketch anyone in my life. Perhaps such an undertaking would be to a mutual advantage. May I telephone you this evening, or in the very near future? (Short, debonair laugh.) I hope I don’t sound too desperate. (Another one.) I suppose I am, really.”
Oh, boy. Those lines delivered with a weary, yet gay, yet reckless smile. If only Horgenschlag had delivered them. Shirley, of course, was an old Nelson Eddy fan herself, and an active member of the Keystone Circulating Library.
Maybe you’re beginning to see what I was up against.
True, Horgenschlag might have said the following:
“Excuse me, but aren’t you Wilma Pritchard?”
To which Shirley would have replied coldly, and seeking a neutral point on the other side of the bus:
“No.”
“That’s funny,” Horgenschlag could have gone on, “I was willing to swear you were Wilma Pritchard. Uh. You don’t by any chance come from Seattle?”
“No.”—More ice where that came from.
“Seattle’s my home town.”
Neutral point.
“Great little town, Seattle. I mean it’s really a great little town. I’ve only been here—I mean in New York—four years. I’m a printer’s assistant. Justin Horgenschlag is my name.”
“I’m really not inter-ested.”
Oh, Horgenschlag wouldn’t have got anywhere with that kind of line. He had neither the looks, personality, or good clothes to gain Shirley’s interest under the circumstances. He didn’t have a chance. And, as I said before, to write a really good boy-meets-girl story it’s wise to have the boy meet the girl.
Maybe Horgenschlag might have fainted, and in doing so grabbed for support: the support being Shirley’s ankle. He could have torn the stocking that way, or succeeded in ornamenting it with a fine long run. People would have made room for the stricken Horgenschlag, and he would have got to his feet, mumbling: “I’m all right, thanks,” then, “Oh, say! I’m terribly sorry, Miss. I’ve torn your stocking. You must let me pay for it. I’m short of cash right now, but just give me your address.”
Shirley wouldn’t have given him her address. She just would have become embarrassed and inarticulate. “It’s all right,” she would have said, wishing Horgenschlag hadn’t been born. And besides, the whole idea is illogical. Horgenschlag, a Seattle boy, wouldn’t have dreamed of clutching at Shirley’s ankle. Not in the Third Avenue Bus.
But what is more logical is the possibility that Horgenschlag might have got desperate. There are still a few men who love desperately. Maybe Horgenschlag was one. He might have snatched Shirley’s handbag and run with it toward the rear exit door. Shirley would have screamed. Men would have heard her, and remembered the Alamo or something. Horgenschlag’s flight, let’s say, is now arrested. The bus is stopped. Patrolman Wilson, who hasn’t made a good arrest in a long time, reports on the scene. What’s going on here? Officer, this man tried to steal my purse.
Horgenschlag is hauled into court. Shirley, of course, must attend session. They both give their addresses; thereby Horgenschlag is informed of the location of Shirley’s divine abode.
Judge Perkins, who can’t even get a good, really good cup of coffee in his own house, sentences Horgenschlag to a year in jail. Shirley bites her lip, but Horgenschlag is marched away.
In prison, Horgenschlag writes the following letter to Shirley Lester:
“Dear Miss Lester:
“I did not really mean to steal your purse. I just took it because I love you. You see I only wanted to get to know you. Will you please write me a letter sometime when you get the time? It gets pretty lonely here and I love you very much and maybe even you would come to see me some time if you get the time.
Your friend,
Justin Horgenschlag”
Shirley shows the letter to all her friends. They say, “Ah, it’s cute, Shirley.” Shirley agrees that it’s kind of cute in a way. Maybe she’ll answer it. “Yes! Answer it. Give’m a break. What’ve ya got t’lose?” So Shirley answers Horgenschlag’s letter.
“Dear Mr. Horgenschlag:
“I received your letter and really feel very sorry about what has happened. Unfortunately there is very little we can do about it at this time, but I do feel abominable concerning the turn of events. However, your sentence is a short one and soon you will be out. The best of luck to you.
Sincerely yours,
Shirley Lester”
“Dear Miss Lester:
“You will never know how cheered up you made me feel when I received your letter. You should not feel abominable at all. It was all my fault for being so crazy so don’t feel that way at all. We get movies here once a week and it really is not so bad. I am 31 years of age and come from Seattle. I have been in New York 4 years and think it is a great town only once in a while you get pretty lonesome. You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen even in Seattle. I wish you would come to see me some Saturday afternoon during visiting hours 2 to 4 and I will pay your train fare.
Your friend,
Justin Horgenschlag”
Shirley would have shown this letter, too, to all her friends. But she would not answer this one. Anyone could see that this Horgenschlag was a goof. And after all. She had answered the first letter. If she answered this silly letter the thing might drag on for months and everything. She did all she could do for the man. And what a name. Horgenschlag.
Meanwhile, in prison Horgenschlag is having a terrible time, even though they have movies once a week. His cell-mates are Snipe Morgan and Slicer Burke, two boys from the back room, who see in Horgenschlag’s face a resemblance to a chap in Chicago who once ratted on them. They are convinced that Ratface Ferrero and Justin Horgenschlag are one and the same person.
“But I’m not Ratface Ferrero,” Horgenschlag tells them.
“Don’t gimme that,” says Slicer, knocking Horgenschlag’s meager food rations to the floor.
“Bash his head in,” says Snipe.
“I tell ya I’m just here because I stole a girl’s purse on the Third Avenue Bus,” pleads Horgenschlag. “Only I didn’t really steal it. I fell in love with her, and it was the only way I could get to know her.”
“Don’t gimme that,” says Slicer.
“Bash his head in,” says Snipe.
Then there is the day when seventeen prisoners try to make an escape. During play period in the recreation yard, Slicer Burke lures the warden’s niece, eight-year-old Lisbeth Sue, into his clutches. He puts his eight-by-twelve hands around the child’s waist and holds her up for the warden to see.
“Hey, warden!” yells Slicer. “Open up them gates or it’s curtains for the kid!”
“I’m not afraid, Uncle Bert!” calls out Lisbeth Sue.
“Put down that child, Slicer!” commands the warden, with all the impotence at his command.
But Slicer knows he has the warden just where he wants him. Seventeen men and a small blonde child walk out the gates. Sixteen men and a small blonde child walk out safely. A guard in the high tower thinks he sees a wonderful opportunity to shoot Slicer in the head, and thereby destroy the unity of the escaping group. But he misses, and succeeds only in shooting the small man walking nervously behind Slicer, killing him instantly.
Guess who?
And, thus, my plan to write a boy-meets-girl story for Collier’s, a tender, memorable love story, is thwarted by the death of my hero.
Now, Horgenschlag never would have been among those seventeen desperate men if only he had not been made desperate and panicky by Shirley’s failure to answer his second letter. But the fact remains that she did not answer his second letter. She never in a hundred years would have answered it. I can’t alter facts.
And what a shame. What a pity that Horgenschlag, in prison, was unable to write the following letter to Shirley Lester:
“Dear Miss Lester:
“I hope a few lines will not annoy or embarrass you. I’m writing, Miss Lester, because I’d like you to know that I am not a common thief. I stole your bag, I want you to know, because I fell in love with you the moment I saw you on the bus. I could think of no way to become acquainted with you except by acting rashly—foolishly, to be accurate. But then, one is a fool when one is in love.
“I loved the way your lips were so slightly parted. You represented the answer to everything to me. I haven’t been unhappy since I came to New York four years ago, but neither have I been happy. Rather, I can best describe myself as having been one of the thousands of young men in New York who simply exist.
“I came to New York from Seattle. I was going to become rich and famous and well-dressed and suave. But in four years I’ve learned that I am not going to become rich and famous and well-dressed and suave. I’m a good printer’s assistant, but that’s all I am. One day the printer got sick, and I had to take his place. What a mess I made of things, Miss Lester. No one would take my orders. The typesetters just sort of giggled when I would tell them to get to work. And I don’t blame them. I’m a fool when I give orders. I suppose I’m just one of the millions who was never meant to give orders. But I don’t mind anymore. There’s a twenty-three-year-old kid my boss just hired. He’s only twenty-three, and I am thirty-one and have worked at the same place for four years. But I know that one day he will become head printer, and I will be his assistant. But I don’t mind knowing this anymore.
“Loving you is the important thing, Miss Lester. There are some people who think love is sex and marriage and six o’clock-kisses and children, and perhaps it is, Miss Lester. But do you know what I think? I think love is a touch and yet not a touch.
“I suppose it’s important to a woman that other people think of her as the wife of a man who is either rich, handsome, witty or popular. I’m not even popular. I’m not even hated. I’m just—I’m just—Justin Horgenschlag. I never make people gay, sad, angry, or even disgusted. I think people regard me as a nice guy, but that’s all.
“When I was a child no one pointed me out as being cute or bright or good-looking. If they had to say something they said I had sturdy little legs.
“I don’t expect an answer to this letter, Miss Lester. I would like an answer more than anything else in the world, but truthfully I don’t expect one. I merely wanted you to know the truth. If my love for you has only led me to a new and great sorrow, only I am to blame.
“Perhaps one day you will understand and forgive your blundering admirer,
Justin Horgenschlag”
Such a letter would be no more unlikely than the following:
“Dear Mr. Horgenschlag:
“I got your letter and loved it. I feel guilty and miserable that events have taken the turn they have. If only you had spoken to me instead of taking my purse! But then, I suppose I should have turned the conversational chill on you.
“It’s lunch hour at the office, and I’m alone here writing to you. I felt that I wanted to be alone today at lunch hour. I felt that if I had to go have lunch with the girls at the Automat and they jabbered through the meal as usual, I’d suddenly scream.
“I don’t care if you’re not a success, or that you’re not handsome, or rich, or famous or suave. Once upon a time I would have cared. When I was in high school I was always in love with the Joe Glamor boys. Donald Nicolson, the boy who walked in the rain and knew all Shakespeare’s sonnets backwards. Bob Lacey, the handsome gink who could shoot a basket from the middle of the floor, with the score tied and the chukker almost over. Harry Miller, who was so shy and had such nice, durable brown eyes.
“But that crazy part of my life is over.
“The people in your office who giggled when you gave them orders are on my black list. I hate them as I’ve never hated anybody.
“You saw me when I had all my make-up on. Without it, believe me, I’m no raving beauty. Please write me when you’re allowed to have visitors. I’d like you to take a second look at me. I’d like to be sure that you didn’t catch me at a phony best.
“Oh, how I wish you’d told the judge why you stole my purse! We might be together and able to talk over all the many things I think we have in common.
“Please let me know when I may come to see you.
Yours sincerely,
Shirley Lester”
But Justin Horgenschlag never got to know Shirley Lester. She got off at Fifty-Sixth Street, and he got off at Thirty-Second Street. That night Shirley Lester went to the movies with Howard Lawrence with whom she was in love. Howard thought Shirley was a darn good sport, but that was as far as it went. And Justin Horgenschlag that night stayed home and listened to the Lux Toilet Soap radio play. He thought about Shirley all night, all the next day, and very often during that month. Then all of a sudden he was introduced to Doris Hillman who was beginning to be afraid she wasn’t going to get a husband. And then before Justin Horgenschlag knew it, Doris Hillman and things were filing away Shirley Lester in the back of his mind. And Shirley Lester, the thought of her, no longer was available.
And that’s why I never wrote a boy-meets-girl story for Collier’s. In a boy-meets-girl story the boy should always meet the girl.

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There are some people who think love is sex and marriage and six o’clock-kisses and children, and perhaps it is, Miss Lester. But do you know what I think? I think love is a touch and yet not a touch.
有些人觉得爱是性和婚姻，还有6点钟的吻和一堆孩子，也许是吧，莱斯特小姐。但是你知道我咋想么？我觉得爱是想要触碰又收回的手。

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And that’s why I never wrote a boy-meets-girl story for Collier’s. In a boy-meets-girl story the boy should always meet the girl.

这就是我为何一直没有给克莱尔写一篇萍水相逢的故事的原因。在一个萍水相逢的故事里，为什么男孩和女孩一定要相识呢？

 

本来想去久负盛名的 mao livehouse 可是因为临近年关，也许各种乐队都回家忙年了。mao并没有演出，要到3月份才有，只能作罢。经上海本地非主流音乐爱好者“当当”推荐，转而去“育音堂”。

2017年1月10日，是夜乘地铁前往育音堂。

 

 

当夜有2个乐队在此演唱，分别是荷马先生和李锐。演唱效果平平。一杯白啤酒熬了2个小时。

只有荷马先生演唱的《海边渔夫》的歌词差强人意。

演出结束后租了一辆电动车径去。

 

 

 

 

2016年即将过去，新年的钟声即将敲响。在这辞旧迎新的美好时刻，我向全国各族人民，向香港特别行政区同胞、澳门特别行政区同胞，向台湾同胞和海外侨胞，向世界各国各地区的朋友们，致以新年的祝福！

2016年，对中国人民来说，是非凡的一年，也是难忘的一年，“十三五”实现了开门红。我们积极践行新发展理念，加快全面建成小康社会进程，推动我国经济增长继续走在世界前列。我们积极推进全面深化改革，供给侧结构性改革迈出重要步伐，国防和军队改革取得重大突破，各领域具有四梁八柱性质的改革主体框架已经基本确立。我们积极推进全面依法治国，深化司法体制改革，全力促进司法公正、维护社会公平正义。我们积极推进全面从严治党，坚定不移“打虎拍蝇”，继续纯净政治生态，党风、政风、社会风气继续好转。

2016年，“中国天眼”落成启用，“悟空”号已在轨运行一年，“墨子号”飞向太空，神舟十一号和天宫二号遨游星汉，中国奥运健儿勇创佳绩，中国女排时隔12年再次登上奥运会最高领奖台……还有，通过改革，农村转移人口市民化更便利了，许多贫困地区孩子们上学条件改善了，老百姓异地办理身份证不用来回奔波了，一些长期无户口的人可以登记户口了，很多群众有了自己的家庭医生，每条河流要有“河长”了……这一切，让我们感到欣慰。

2016年，在美丽的西子湖畔，我们举办了二十国集团领导人第十一次峰会，向世界贡献了中国智慧、中国方案，也向世界展示了美轮美奂的中国印象、中国风采。“一带一路”建设快速推进，亚洲基础设施投资银行正式开张。我们坚持和平发展，坚决捍卫领土主权和海洋权益。谁要在这个问题上做文章，中国人民决不答应！

这一年，多地发生的自然灾害和安全事故，给人民生命财产和生产生活造成严重损失，我们深感痛惜。中国维和部队的几名同志壮烈牺牲，为世界和平献出了宝贵生命，我们怀念他们，要把他们的亲人照顾好。

2016年，我们隆重庆祝了中国共产党成立95周年、纪念了中国工农红军长征胜利80周年，我们要牢记为中国人民和中华民族作出贡献的前辈们，不忘初心、继续前进。

“新故相推，日生不滞。”即将到来的2017年，中国共产党将召开第十九次全国代表大会，全面建成小康社会、全面深化改革、全面依法治国、全面从严治党要继续发力。天上不会掉馅饼，努力奋斗才能梦想成真。

小康路上一个都不能掉队！一年来，又有1000多万贫困人口实现了脱贫，奋战在脱贫攻坚一线的同志们辛苦了，我向同志们致敬。新年之际，我最牵挂的还是困难群众，他们吃得怎么样、住得怎么样，能不能过好新年、过好春节。我也了解，部分群众在就业、子女教育、就医、住房等方面还面临一些困难，不断解决好这些问题是党和政府义不容辞的责任。全党全社会要继续关心和帮助贫困人口和有困难的群众，让改革发展成果惠及更多群众，让人民生活更加幸福美满。

上下同欲者胜。只要我们13亿多人民和衷共济，只要我们党永远同人民站在一起，大家撸起袖子加油干，我们就一定能够走好我们这一代人的长征路。

中国人历来主张“世界大同，天下一家”。中国人民不仅希望自己过得好，也希望各国人民过得好。当前，战乱和贫困依然困扰着部分国家和地区，疾病和灾害也时时侵袭着众多的人们。我真诚希望，国际社会携起手来，秉持人类命运共同体的理念，把我们这个星球建设得更加和平、更加繁荣。

让我们满怀信心和期待，一起迎接新年的钟声！

谢谢大家。

此博文长期更新，作为日常读书的摘抄，为未来的写作与生活提供思想资源。

2016.12.8

食肉毋食马肝，未为不知味也；言学者毋言汤武受命，不为愚。
汉代古文经学即汉学，发展为考据学。今文经学即宋学。
–秦晖中国思想史讲座

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2016.12.10

判断一篇文章和其作者的好坏的标准只有一条：读完文章以后，应该感觉增长了自己对事物的认识，增加了如何认知事物的智慧。如果只是增长了自己的情绪或者戾气，那么看一半就扔了吧。
–科罗廖夫

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2016.12.17

打个比方来说，亚历山大·尼古拉耶维奇，外界一直都认为总理李鹏是个强硬的保守派。刚刚提升为副总理的朱镕基被称为“中国的戈尔巴”，那么他应该是热衷于改革的激进派喽？就在几天前，在北京国际俱乐部的一次外事活动上，我的好朋友，主管科技工作的国务委员宋健博士提到这样一件事情。他建议当局应当鼓励发展由企业家兴办的高科技公司，而且要在全中国搞上他几十个国家级的高新技术工业园区。但这一建议遭到了朱副总理的反对，朱主张由他负责的国有大型企业作为发展中国先进科学技术的核心基地。而宋博士最坚定的支持者，恰恰就是李总理。李认为应该放手让中国最优秀的年轻科学家自行创建充满活力的新企业，以避免国营企业内种种弊病对人才的扼杀。其实呢，在推进市场经济建设方面，李鹏是坚定的支持者。就如同他始终坚定的认为，要维护中国的稳定和统一，就必须维护党的绝对统治一样。

–《日落共青城》

 

值得注意的是，到1989年两国关系解冻，双方在各个领域的交往日益活络后我们才赫然发现，当时两国在进行的军事计划都是以对方的军队入侵本国为出发点。换句话来说，莫斯科和北京在那个时代都在干着同一件事情：自己吓唬自己。

–《日落共青城》

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中国的第四代歼击机飞行员则“沉迷于传统的第三代战机游戏而难以自拔”，因此几乎无法肯定中国空军能否真正发挥其拥有的200架苏-27/30的作战性能。来自五角大楼的消息证实，就在2001年4月1日发生中美南海撞机事件后不到24小时，两架美国海军的F-14A舰载机成功拦截了4架中国的苏-27SK歼击机。当时的情况是，当发现4架中国空军苏-27SK冲着在东山岛外海附近飞行的一架EA-6B飞去时，美国海军立即派遣了两架F-14A前往拦截。两架携带着AIM-54超远距空空导弹的F-14A之间相隔近30千米，以标准的拦截攻击队形正面迎向逐渐逼近的4架苏-27SK。双方接近到120多千米距离时,中方飞行员才警觉同空域内除了EA-6B外竟然还有另外两名“不速之客”。这时EA-6B转向脱离,而F-14A则拉得更开,摆开攻击的架势。美方宣称，当时F-14A已一经牢牢锁住这4架送上门的苏-27SK,因为当时苏-27SK歼击机采取的队形仍然是米格-21时代的非视距外空战战术队形,相信当时中国飞机上也未配备中距空空导弹。所幸中方地面管制人员有所节制,立即下令4架苏-27SK转向内陆,脱离接触。美国情报部门认为,通过这次非典型接触足以说明中国空军尚未掌握正确运用第四代歼击机的方法。
台湾军事情报部门声称,在1994年的“东海四号”演习中,他们发现大陆空军的演习序列总是很单纯地执行支援任务,而没有真正完成任何一项需要指挥、控制、通信、情报、监视等综合性的训练任务。台湾飞行员报告说,2000年以前大陆的苏-27和歼8II飞机曾经多次发生在毫无意识的情况下被F-CK-1或幻影2000-5锁定的情况。一旦发现大陆军机出海,台湾空军即刻派遣F-CK-1前往拦截。为了避免双方“擦枪走火”, F-CK-1全程都保持战术优势,只在最有利的空域完成“占位”,处于随时都可以发射“天剑”2中距空空导弹攻击最大威胁目标的状态。而大陆飞行员和前线指挥所将台空军的这种战术视为“消极抵抗”,全然不顾第四代战机的典型视距外空战战术所带来的致命威胁。这从一个侧面反映出中国大陆在这些方面的缺陷是相当严重的。台军电子战部队还经常在大陆军机执行巡航任务时直接插入其无线电频率通话,这在相当长的一段时间里对大陆飞行员造成的心理冲击是相当严重的。不过美国方面也担心这实际上是让相对封闭的中国飞行员领略到第四代战机的空战技巧,自朝鲜战争以来中国空军从来没有在现代化条件下进行这种代价昂贵的“勇敢者游戏”机会。从长远来看,这有可能对中国空军产生更多的积极作用。

 

—-《日落共青城》（读书与新闻有感 PLA飞机环台湾。虽然本书末尾已证明以上可能是虚假消息，但感觉一片自我膨胀中也应该冷静反思。）

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但是，任何人都知道在“斯维尔德洛夫斯克熊”的时代，最好不要去激怒克里姆林宫里的那头“老熊”。按照克列巴诺夫的说法：叶利钦是可以说服的，不过要以自己的职务冒险。另外，当克列巴诺夫走进总统办公室的时候，他第一眼就瞧见第一副总理尤里·马斯柳科夫和总统的军事技术合作助理鲍里斯·库济科正当着几位中国外交官的面帮着鲍里斯·尼古拉耶维奇 ( 叶利钦的本人名和父名 ) 摆弄一台制作精美的踩摩石疗器。据说这是江泽民主席赠送给叶利钦总统的私人礼物，用以解除疲劳和降低血压，甚至还可降低血糖和血脂。克列巴诺夫相信，那台“神奇”的器具和那两位朝中大员的推波助澜产生了某种作用。由于当着中国官员的面，克列巴诺夫试图用伊索式的语言向叶利钦解释，这实际上可以为俄军事工业综合体至少多赚15亿美元。可后者却生气地说：“给你们一个月时间，再谈不成就撤职 !”前副总理强调，这可是当着中国大使馆的官员的面说的。想象一下，老爷子的这一席话是我们在谈判中的地位受到多么大的削弱。

—-《日落共青城》

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2017.1.19

夕阳里我拽紧岁月

岁月里我酿造成你

（你会不会让路过的高山来给我写信）

（让吻过的飞鱼来为我送行）

我多么想把每朵浪花都灌成回音

让六月的海风唱给你听

背起我的竿

告别我的船

月色照亮

装满你的夜晚

–《海边渔夫》    江生

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2017.1.19

风扬起了你的黑发

你不经心地甩过鬓颊

笑可以天然地飘洒

心是一地草野 唯一的家乡

是我从不能朝仰的远方

–《南国的孩子》  焦安溥

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2017.2.9

清平乐·红笺小字

晏殊

 

红笺小字。

说尽平生意。

鸿雁在云鱼在水。

惆怅此情难寄。

斜阳独倚西楼。

遥山恰对帘钩。

人面不知何处，

绿波依旧东流。

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2017.4.6

顾天下情网之缚人，往往出于不觉之地。

–《一缕麻》 包天笑

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2017.7.25

海中月是天上月,眼前人是心上人。向来心是看客心,奈何人是剧中人。
–张爱玲

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2017.7.25

西洲曲
南北朝 · 佚名
忆梅下西洲，折梅寄江北。
单衫杏子红，双鬓鸦雏色。
西洲在何处？西桨桥头渡。
日暮伯劳飞，风吹乌臼树。
树下即门前，门中露翠钿。
开门郎不至，出门采红莲。
采莲南塘秋，莲花过人头。
低头弄莲子，莲子清如水。
置莲怀袖中，莲心彻底红。
忆郎郎不至，仰首望飞鸿。
鸿飞满西洲，望郎上青楼。
楼高望不见，尽日栏杆头。
栏杆十二曲，垂手明如玉。
卷帘天自高，海水摇空绿。
海水梦悠悠，君愁我亦愁。
南风知我意，吹梦到西洲。

–乐府诗

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2017.10.6

忆我在三十岁以前，真个是守身如玉，除了自己太太以外，可称是不二色。三十岁以后居住在上海，交游既多，出入花丛，在所难免。四十岁以后，躯体顽健，性欲旺盛，此刻正在这个时期，而且久旷已在半年以上，再加以金发红颜，更刺激我好奇之心。
   我叩门而入，先之以一握，继之以一吻，好戏开场，顺序而进。有三节目，我名之曰三重曲，第一曰“入浴”。我先入浴，她助我如助产妇的濯婴儿，极为周到。浴罢，她命我上床安眠，她即入浴。浴罢，作画家模特儿的型式，飞身上床。第二曰“同眠”。同眠无他奇，只“拥抱抚摩”四字而已。第三曰“动作”。动作则似乎她是主动而我是被动，既而她娇呼一声曰：“非纳虚”。这就是三重曲的尾声了。旋即为善后事宜，她再入浴，并为我洁身。休息五分钟，她似乎余勇可贾，而我已倦鸟归巢，奉身告退了。自始至终，不过二小时，简言之：她是做了二小时的劳动工作。她为了博取金钱，我为了解决性欲，交易而退，各得其所，所以此中并无爱情可言，只可说是一场幻梦罢了。

–《钏影楼回忆录》

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2018.9.30

冯贵，前汉汉桓帝贵人也，美艳绝双。死后卅余年，群贼发其冢，见贵人颜色如故。贼遂竞奸之，斗争相煞而死。

–《幽明录》

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2018.10.22

谯郡胡馥之娶妇李氏，十馀年无子，而妇卒，哭恸云：“竟无遗体遂丧，此酷何深？”妇忽然起坐曰：“感君藏悼，我不即朽，君可暝后见就，依平生时阴阳，当为君生一男。”语毕还卧。馥之如言，不取灯烛，暗而就之。交接后叹曰：“亡人亦无生理，可别作屋见置，瞻视满十月然后殡。”尔来觉妇身微暖，如未亡。既及十月，果生一男，男名灵产。

–《幽明录》

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2019.7.19

自从外祖母去世，小舅舅出走以后，外祖父便不再做买卖，靠放债收利钱生活。附近做买卖、开饭店的人都喜欢向他借钱，于是外祖父每个礼拜就要出去转一圈到各家收债。靠着利钱的收入，我和外祖父生活过得相当不错。记得不少饭店欠外祖父的钱到期不还，外祖父收不到钱，于是就干脆带了我去这些饭店吃饭，爷孙俩吃完了也不用付钱，抹一抹嘴就走，饭钱从饭店欠的债里扣除。到了我八岁那年，外祖父去世了，临终前他一把火烧掉了手上所有的摘据，从此与乡亲们两不相欠。

–《雪域求法记》 第一章

本光法师在汉藏教理院教授普通班的学生，我们私交很好，到了成都以后，我开始觉得这位法师总有些地方令人感到神秘莫测。他请我到饭馆吃饭或者到茶馆喝茶，四川茶馆中喝茶不用茶杯而是用碗，两个人一坐下，本光法师就将碗的盖子朝上往桌上一搁，马上就有人过来伺候，显得毕恭毕敬，招待得十分殷勤。用餐完毕，伙计告诉我们茶饭钱已经打点了，不用付账，走到任何一个饭馆都是一样。后来听人讲，本光法师原本是四川袍哥组织中辈分很高的人物，也就是大佬之一，以后虽然出了家，在袍哥组织中依然备受尊重，因此不论在何处都有人招待。还听说，本光法师同情共产党，与共产党地下组织有联系，而且有内线介绍人到延安去。我几次好奇地向他打听，法师总是笑笑说，这是社会上的事情，你还是不要过问了。

–《雪域求法记》 第二章

在路上我遇到了一位蒙古喇嘛正在徒步向东赶路，他知道我是个甲喇嘛，于是用汉语和我攀谈了起来，原来他的家乡在东三省，多年在西藏求法，去年考到格西学位后，因为思乡心切，所以取道西康，准备绕道四川回东北老家。我告诉他内地正在抗战，到处都是烽烟弥漫，东北已被日本人占领，成立了伪满洲国。我劝他还是先往四川住下，等到抗战胜利后再回东北家乡，他听到这些话后脸上露出了十分难过的表情。

–《雪域求法记》第四章 （一段在七七事变纪念日读到的）

藏语擦竹喀，即汉语的温泉。驿站房屋矮小，空气污浊。我和随从共五人，加上乌拉巴男女三人，在一间斗室过夜，拥挤不堪。第二天颜俊告诉我他一夜没睡，因为听见旁边一对男女乌拉巴在做爱，动静太大，令他浮想联翩，动了凡心。我训斥他说，你已经出家，应该断除淫念，你难道没有听说过“万恶淫为首”这句话吗？

–《雪域求法记》第五章

衮曲丹增上师一辈子修持大威德金刚法。在西藏的密教里，大威德金刚是文殊菩萨所化现的愤怒身，这个法有无比的威力。上师有一串念珠，他用这串念珠修法几十年，念珠是用一百零八颗人头骨做成的，具有很大的加持力，随身带着它能够驱灾辟邪。上师圆寂前把这串念珠留给了我，这串念珠多少年来我一直保存在身边。按照西藏密教的传统，修大威德金刚法用的念珠是要用人的头盖骨做成的，最好是被雷劈死的童男童女的头盖骨。密教的很多事情是不能随便对外宣讲的，不了解的人听起来会很奇怪或生起恐怖，以致造成误解，进而诽谤佛法。实际上密教修行的各种仪轨、坛场和供品的设置等等，都有很深奥的佛法法义，绝非门外人所能理解。

–《雪域求法记》第六章

色拉寺也有一些汉人喇嘛，其中有一位来自东北的法师，法号梦参。他来到拉萨的时候，日本人已经侵占了东三省和华北。他只身从北京来藏，随身带来不少的钱，令人侧目，引起了当时驻藏办事处处长孔庆宗的怀疑，认为这位法师的来路和北京都有不少令人可疑之处。梦参法师到了拉萨不久便和驻藏办事处的一位姓张的会计交往，两人都是东北同乡，张某逢人便讲梦参法师的好话。而梦参的口才一流，讲起话又滔滔不绝，招人注目。不久孔庆宗将这件事情报告给蒙藏委员会，说梦参有匪特嫌疑，而张会计与他过从甚密，一定也有勾结。这样一来张某被撤除了会计职务，从印度回到内地时受到了种种的盘问，搞得十分狼狈。梦参在色拉寺拜夏扎活佛为世间师，进了色拉寺的解札仓，夏扎活佛很喜欢这个汉人徒弟。但梦参在色拉寺没有多久便住不下去了，或许是经济来源断了，没有资粮再继续学经，只能提前离开。离开拉萨后他辗转西康等地继续学习密法，以后回到了北方，在青岛的湛山寺落脚，后来当了寺庙的方丈。

–《雪域求法记》第六章

到了昆明，我首先找了一件洗澡堂子洗澡。在西藏的八年里一直没有真正地洗过澡，身上的皮也不知结了多少层。一位搓背师傅走上前来为我搓背，他先是打量了我几眼，然后开口说，先生，您这身子一次可洗不干净，要洗上几次才行。接着又问，不知先生有多久没洗澡了？我打趣地对他说，也算不上太久，不过八年而已，把他听得目瞪口呆。

–《雪域求法记》 第十章

 

11月22日忙里偷闲，在初雪的大明湖游览了一下。天气寒冷，就像猫爪子挠在手背上一般。但是薄冰淡雪与摇曳的黄绿相间的垂柳装点的明湖越空灵秀美。济南越来越让我喜欢。