波板糖:
Thank you for authentic writings/sharing. Feedbacks to your writings by others further provoke resonance within us. You were pretty, when I first met you, as many of our classmates. Now, your postings reveal your inner beauty, which are more subtle, sublime, and sustentative. Your smiles, your optimisms, your speak-your-mind attitude, set you apart from most other girls in our class. Please draw yourself a triangle, let Taishan, Da-Lian, and ffice:smarttags" />New York City be the three vertices. Any man within this geographical triangle, with any past encounters with you would have similar appreciations to these attributes. Whoever is finally picked to be your companion, his flowers got to be presented to you, with his knees on the floor. 
(Note: this geographical triangle covers mostly oceans, the rest of this posting.)
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Ocean/Blackocean:
Simple question (from childhood memory, first seeing the open ocean at Taishan), what is on the other side? Ocean intrigues me as the frontier of the world, especially the Western (White Devil) World. This notion stays with me through the years, as my years living in the Western World have outlasted my childhood years in Taishan. I have expressed ocean in many philosophical ways over the years, and I still do. At one point, it occurred to me, how do I truly, physically, experience the ocean, its beauty, and its un-forgiveness, other than been confined in a freaking huge cruise ship? Windsurfing.
I first come to windsurfing as means to quit smoking (baggage acquired as a kid in Taishen). The beauty and physical rush in this sport/recreation fully captures the live experience of an open ocean. In the world of Windsurfing, nothing is stable. The open waters with undulating currents, punctuated by white caps; the ever changing winds with no stable directions; the floating board that is not sufficient to keep you float above water. Yet, among all these unstable elements, a skilled windsurfer is thrived to sail freely to reach any desired destination. It is a very humbling experience to learn the skills. What is the reward? The freedom, the wind-blown hair, the carelessness of what is left behind…Friends, I spent 4+ years to pursue this passion, and losing sights to the rest of items in life at times (those were the good days in many ways). As the windsurfers commonly confide to each other, once you reach the skill level, a good session of windsurfing, the rush and reward is far better than a day-long *** (with multiple climaxes). How about a romantic relationship with a fellow female windsurfer (double dipping, living life to its fullest, you ask)? Lucky me, I tried that once. She (the windsurfer) was nice, and I like her, but she was tough as a nail. Can you blame her? Can you blame me? We both went back to Windsurfing, until the winds/currents set us apart…(looking back, it is a small blip, but it brings a warm spirit in my mind, and I did quit smoking!).
Friends, this is as far and deep, as I have experienced to the fringes of the White Devil worlds. I really don’t have any evil demon to report. Deep down, we are all the same. As one of the Western song goes…”let me go on living and loving… please don’t tell me how this story would end…”
Next time, you see a broken beach bump (begging for food perhaps?); please don’t look down on him/her. He/She may be as a complex person, just pursuing his/her passion full steam as this story may capture. What is there right, or wrong to all of this, Uhhh…???
Guanhai:
“Blackocean”, thank you for writing about Guanhai. Everything you wrote rings a bell in me. It was at “Guanhai” that I first saw the ocean (Heck, it is only 40km from Taishen. I biked there with a classmate a few times). Just as you described, I like the people at Guanhai. They speak Taishenese with a funny accent (1-to-1 matching F-words, but with hilarious sounds, oops, stop it now). Every time we went, we always stop at the beach, where it has the rock, with a heavy classic Chinese Calligraphy carving on it. There are 4 Chinese characters, saying that “the Ocean is Never Without Wave”. I was told as a boy, it represents the earliest settlement of Chinese to Taishan. I could see people regarded the Rock almost like a religious artifact then, with red paintings on the lines of the 4 characters. To me, the Rock meant a lot. It means as much as the Great Wall of China to me then and now. I knew then, I was not allowed visit any where outside of Taishan, yet, in most every classic Chinese novels, it conveys the message saying that you not a 100% good Chinese, unless you have being to the Great Wall of China. Heck, witnessing the Rock at Guanhai in my boyhood, puts any such guilty feeling/thoughts away from me. No baggage of being a 100% Chinese is carried with me since. The Great Wall of China? I plan to visit you when I am in my 60s/70s, I fully expect you will still be there. Mean while, there are many places may not be around, or physically feasible for me to visit when I am in my 60s/70s.
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“Blackocean+波板糖+小凡”, you are the matriarchs now. We have this boat, 6-people is the max, that it can take. Its mission is to charter cross the sometimes peaceful, sometimes unforgiving open ocean. Heaven is its destination. Who are the rest of 3 people (Class78 or beyond), would you pick to this journey (It may also be vanished with no returns)??? What would you say to them and the rest of us, at the departure moment???
The rest of us, what do you have to offer, in order to get a permission from one of the three ladies, in order to be allowed onto the journey together???
［此帖子已被 z-far 在 2007-6-17 0:06:54 编辑过］
