一地的陽光

當慈禧太后宣布對西方八個列強開戰的時候，數十萬的義和團民充當了炮灰。 “反清復明”變成了“扶清滅洋”，確實是一種無奈的苦澀。在三千年未有之大變局中，“拔鐵道，除電桿，保我大清萬萬年”，保守民族主義加速了那個古老帝國 的最後崩潰。百年後的今天，新一代的義和團民奮起反抗家樂福，並製定了種種損人不利己的招儿去對付一個商業團體。 環保購物袋,迷你倉,物流公司
我很感慨。一百年，英國完成了工業革命；美國從建國到內戰結束；可我國呢？似乎歷史走了一個輪迴，民智似乎沒有得到多大的伸張。也許這就是我國一直得不到民主的根源所在嗎？
毛 澤東先生曾說，誰是我們的朋友，誰是我們的敵人，這是革命的首要問題。法國是我們的頭號敵人嗎？不，它不是。在聯合國的爾虞我詐中，法國大多數情況下是同 中國、俄羅斯保持一致的。在一個民主國家，發生一些有關人權或民主的異樣聲音是正常的——什麼時候見到我國出現這樣的事情呢？還不是人家上峰給了你某種權 力才會屁顛屁顛的去做一回主人翁？十年砍柴的糞青夜壺論真是痛快極了。
胡紫薇大鬧央視新聞發布會大多數表達都是扯蛋，作為一個怨婦。但有一句 話那是真的，就是一個大國必須輸出它的價值觀，否則它就不是一個大國。中國有錢了，可以滿世界的去搞什麼“孔子學院”，可孔夫子的理念真的傳達了嗎？中國 社會及政治希望融入世界大家庭的呼聲又是否得到了認同？
我昨天說過，現在所有的“文化”項目，都和利益糾纏不清，而且全都是部門利益、個人利 益，至於國家、民族利益，根本沒有人在乎，也沒有人去關心。 “孔子學院”遍地開花，可那些影響力還不如西藏早年流亡出去的那些喇嘛開的禪修學院。知道為什麼那麼多西方中年人儘管沒到過西藏卻來干涉中國的內政嗎？因 為西藏密宗對西方嬉皮士一代的影響真的太大太大了。而我們國內，了解這一史實的又有多少？還不都是把眼睛閉起來，做著天朝上國的迷夢？
抵制吧，抵制吧，我知道那些嘴裡喊抵制的人其實買不起高檔法國貨，而拒絕的卻是made in china；我知道這一場鬧劇過去之後，大家該干什麼還是去幹什麼，絲毫不記得曾經有過這一幕。可，我們的價值觀、我們對世界所應擔負起的責任，又體現在哪裡？
難道漢、唐盛世就只是因為我們有絲綢嗎？婦科檢查,職員椅,Thomas & Friends

         These days, including the days of March, I spent too much time on my Blog, which did bring me some laughter and pleasure together with silence and vacuity as well.
　　
　　Unhappily, just at the moment reading the post given by my friend, I felt regretted that I was lost here for so long a time.
　　
　 　To tell the truth, I liked to read something from Friends' written letters or their pictures. What's more, I was very grateful for the lovely season of Spring, which was so charmingful and magical that many of us wanted to sing for it. A great many of poets came out and brought their works to the forum of the divine place for worship. I liked it, and I was drawn into the crowded troop as a member. I told myself that I should among the choir sing the chants as well. Then I made me out of a poet too, and discussed the verses together with some of them. It was a pleasant thing for me from the beginning to the end.
　　
　　March disappeared very quickly and visionally April came, with its joyful stories and tales. Every day in April was meaningful and wonderful. Nothing special happened to me, and the job's daily business took fixed and expected time of mine. I got free in these days, peasonally.
　　
　 　March and the past half of April in 2008, I wrote too many things. I found that I originally was good at writing in private and speech in public. I must found more advantages and values in the field I ever overlooked and missed.
　　
　　Interestingly, maybe also unexpectedly and dramatically, the blog of mine growed up now. It's a funny story that one day I released an article on Olympic Games, without any purposes at all. Why did I write it at that time? Because I read an article in the blog of my friend's. The blog was named as the Red Wine Bar. You could search it and find the article as well. He wrote in his blog that the Olympic saint torch would be transferred in our city of Guangzhou on May, 5. He also appealed to the civil for supports. He might want to take part in it, and want some of us as well.
　　
　 　I backed him, and I posted a message in his blogweb's comments area, and then I formed another article, which was based upon it. I wrote something in my heart, on and on, ceased until I got the last sentence. I never let myself to write something that nobody was interested in. At that time, I cared about the Game in Peking, and I naturally thought myself as a Chinese person, and naturally support our Chinese to front for the global gymnastic move, successfully and triumphally, though I was against the unnecessary waste and luxury given by some political officials in the local government, and I didnot agree with them to value it above anything else. I hoped that all of our Chinese could recieve it peacefully, without any redundant and harmful political aims, and make it in the end.
　　
　　However, I knew who were truely threatening the vested interest of us together with the game itself. I should shouted our disapprovals with rage to the enemies from both sides of our country. I thought that we should say "no" to them and revenged an injustice in the international soceity. And I did it in my article.
　　
　　I also thought that we should be more confident and powerful in the future. Then I put it in the article as one important point, too.
　　
　　To my surprise, the article found its way to fame and support. Two days later, it was put in the first place in the homepage of the site. Every day after that moment, it brought a large number of strange friends, together with a succession of items of message. I was neither sad nor happy at the busy and noised scene at all, because I found that all the new comers took no notice of the other articles except it. Then I let me be, and let it be. They posted their ideas and I did nothing but delete the rubish advertisements of nonsense. Fortunately, I found that the authority of the site took much more steps to control the heated discussion. They set many sensitive symbols and deleted the posts which were hostile and opposed.
　　
　　Since there was some help, I was able to manage the blog at ease. I continued to do my favors in the artificial club as usual.
　　
　 　Several days later, the blog got its public role, and was welcomed by many net-friends. Some of my private friends asked me for a common question: Why did it be hotter and hotter now?
　　I could never give a suitable answer.
　　
　 　From then on, I was lost in the peacockery and inaction! I wrote articles one after one, day after day. I found that I was not myself. It's not me!
　　I never knew such a bad figure in my life.
　　
　　Today, a new acquaintance helped me. She asked me with many questions which I never thought and never could answer.
　　
　　I was thrown down upon the ground just at the moment, very painfully.
　　I said to myself: "God, damn it! Who are you?"
　　
　　"Sorry, very sorry for it."
　　I must be myself!
　　Now I begged your pardon, the other figure of mine!
　　Or, I begged my pardon!
　　
　　I regretted having done so many useless things in the past week.
　　I begged my pardon!

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如果你為了看到自己國家的火炬，而被警察扔催淚彈；

如果橋上的巴黎人都向你扔垃圾；

如果你知道中國駐法大使從3月8日到現在，法國總統都不願意接見；

如果你知道巴黎市政府讓獨立份子到市政廳掛獨立旗而市長拒絕迎接火炬；

如果你知道那些誣衊中國的獨立份子爬上的艾菲爾鐵塔，把獨立旗掛在那裡；

如果你知道法國媒體是如何侮辱中國人，帶著怎麼樣的偏見；

如果你知道3000巴黎警方居然讓獨立份子襲擊一個中國殘疾運動員；

如果你知道當法國人搶走我們的國旗撕開；

如果....你都沒有反應，那我無語了。
 

抵製家樂福，這是我們能做的不多事情之一。我們連一天都做不到嗎？

抵製家樂福，不是抵制中國人，而是一種姿態，一種表達不滿的血性。

抵製家樂福，不是告別國人我們不好欺負，而是示意中國民心。

抵製家樂福，不是以暴制暴，而是和平表達心願。
 

我們已經沉淪太久，以為我們自己的生活是我們的全部。可是沒有我們的國，我們在哪裡？

那些辱罵我們民族主義的中國人們，我看到了你們臉上不動聲色地露出陰鬱的笑容。

                                           題

 
這是一個朋友告訴我的，當年他在一所外國人云集的北京高校執教時，一個瑞士學生說沒有想到北京是這樣的---他一直以為北京是馬車當道，沒有空調，人人都有一條大辮子。這是一個發達國家來中國留學的學生所說。
這是七年前的事情。可見外國人對中國的不了解。七年過去了，這種狀況並沒有改變。
無論是CNN辱華，還是法國總理的抵制，既有一些政客的別有用心，更深的背景就是民眾對於中國這樣的一個國家，中華民族這樣的一個民族不理解。
這是每個中國人都知道的一頂帽子---東亞病夫。 20世紀初，天津某雜誌發出詰問：中國何時能派人參加奧運？中國何時能舉辦奧運會？這樣的一個夢想持續了百年。所以西方國家的民眾不知道奧運對於中國人的意義。
這是每個人中國人都熟知的歷史---1840年起，中國持續遭受了西方列強的欺凌和侮辱，一百年來持續戰亂。每個人的內心都有一種屈辱感，融化在血液裡代代相傳。每個中國人渴望被尊重，渴望快速騰飛。在每個中國人的眼裡，沒有比被侮辱更深的災難。
這是每個中國人都要紀念的節日。 30年前的改革開放。從那一刻起，每個中國人就意識到強大自己比什麼都重要。安定和團結比什麼都重要。當分裂的旗幟打起，當邪惡以正義的名義橫衝直撞並且得到了西方廣泛的同情的時候，引起每個中國人的警覺。
這不是自上而下的壓制，也不是關在鐵屋子裡的蒙昧，他發乎人們的內心，不斷成長。所以有生以來我收穫了最多的短信---抵製家樂福。發這些短信的人，有普通民眾，也有多年在西方留學的人士。
我贊成抵製家樂福。不贊成白岩松等人拒絕抵制的倡議
----當然每個人有不抵制的自由，所以你可以說我不抵制，但不要反對抵制。
----抵制不是為了抵製本身，不是為了抵制中國人製造內訌，而是一種姿態，一种血性，一種對於傲慢和無知的法國人的反動。這是捍衛國家尊嚴我們能做的不多的事情之一。
----這個國家需要理性。但不能搖頭晃腦每天呼籲理性。除了理性，我們還應該有一些激情。這些激情本身不是潘多拉盒子的魔鬼，倒是對國家事情不聞不問才 是魔鬼，據說有的藝術家導演，害怕藝術被政治干預，害怕影響國外對他作品的認可和評價，害怕自己是義和團暴民而拒絕發表任何態度，生怕那些態度的表達讓他 成為西方媒體的邪惡---可是究竟是誰的邪惡？對在巴黎街頭的中國人說：滾回你們中國；對看CNN的中國人說：你們的產品是垃圾，你們50年來是暴徒。
我們沉悶的太久，我們關注自己太久，除了自己的生活，我們一直以為那是我們生活的真相，全部。但那不是。
而那些似乎飄渺在廟堂之上的少數精英們，他們似乎覺得自己已經完全成為一個國際人，你看不到他們任何表情，但卻聽到他們極其厭惡地說：你們這些民族主義者，不要再給我轉發那些抵製家樂福的短信了罷。