历史课代表

曾经玩过国拟现在写科拟。不定期更文。
文章的中英比例严重失衡(主要是英文写得比较多)。
Does not know how to spell(lol)

Canton

Two conversations recorded online between Canton&Beijing.


July.

BJ: /Hey, Canton./

CT:/Yo, Ms. Capital of China, what up?/

BJ:/Is everything alright, lately?/

CT:/Everything is sweet as ever, why the strange question?/

BJ:/I heard about...what happened, at the factory./

...

CT:/You heard, did you? Ms. Captial, if you'll excuse me for asking, which Beijing am I talking to?/

BJ: (after a long silence, as if she were writing and rewriting the answer to Canton's question, searching for the right words) /You are talking to the one who stood in front of the tanks, 29 years ago./

...

CT:/It's really you?/

BJ:/It's me. And I'm asking because, I want to know if you are really okay./

CT:/Honestly speaking, this has happened thousands of times before. No exaggerations. So... I...don't feel that different./ 

BJ:/Did you recieve my response?/

CT:/From the university students? Yes I did. Thank you...for them. I read them all. And the letters from Hong Kong, and from them overseas folk./

BJ:/It was the least I could do./

CT:/Quite the contrary my dear, it was the most you could have done. And in all honesty, it's all that I can hope for./

BJ:/Hey, Canton, I might have to go now, don't have a lot of time tonight, but, you know I'm here./

CT:/I know./


It's not getting better is it?

Not for a while, no. 

When do you think it'll be settled?

I don't know. I don't know. I don't even know if I want to see it over. It's been long since such things caught so much attention.It's been a while.


Aug. 

BJ:/Hey, sry to spring this on you all of a sudden, but could you tell me... what your actual thoughts are, regarding this particular event?/

CT:/Much the same as the thousands before it, and the countless happening in many places other than myself./

BJ:/Yes, it is similar. But this is the one that caught the most attention. I mean, there is not much that my students are willing to speak openly about, anymore, but they did, about this event. That's what initially drew my attention./

CT:/Well, this is all over the internet, I'm not surprised or anything. But, you are not asking the question you really want to ask, Beijing. Come on, get it over with./

BJ:/You don't feel as if this might turn into anything?/

CT:/No. I know my people, Ms. Capital./

BJ:/...alright...I apologize for being...a bit over paranoid...about this...it's just, I heard you guys singing. I heard the song, Canton. I heard it. /

CT:/Internationale? Perfectly normal./

BJ:/I know. I just...I wouldn't want you to... to tear yourself apart like this, like I did./

CT:/Don't worry. Everything will work itself out. I mean, you must admit, we're all pretty torn right now./

BJ:/Just...hang in there./

CT:/I will. All of us, we always have./


FLAG×四or more

码一个科拟/国拟预告,大概就是近期的一个flag吧。

目前想好要写的有四个大主题:

1. Genetic Engineering (featuring: 生物/社会学/医学/政治/传媒/Theology)

以下场景是某个debate开始之前:

The box lay open and waiting, like an open mouth, and she couldn't see the teeth, which were supposed to be hidden from sight until you got too close and...well...saw too late, but she knew the teeth were there. Right around the corner, right behind their emotionless faces.

She probably had them behind her own face as well. No, she had to have them. Jungle Laws, man. They all know it, and you know it better than them.

She stood for a moment longer before Philosophy signalled for her to enter. Feeling somewhat alike to a Schrodinger's cat, she walked towards the box. Oh, the outcomes, the outcomes! Not simply Death or Life but SO MANY MORE! Which shall it be? Which shall it be? 

A question of no relevance whatsoever was called to her mind at this particular moment: The cat itself, will know, if it is dead, won't it? 

Will it?

Can it?

She stared at the teeth, and wondered if she was dead already.

She was about one step away when Geography grabbed hold of her arm and they exchanged a last minute conversation.

下面是配角抢镜时间:

/Geography: Hey, Biology? You'll be fine. Don't worry too much about it, just go in there, and tell them what you believe. You do...believe, right?/

/Biology(Genetics): Of course. And what about you? What is your view on the matter?/

/Geography: Neutral. Mostly./

/Biology (Genetics): Then...why have you come to wish me luck?/

/Geography: I just wanted to let you know that...um...I will support you for as long as your arguement can hold me, and then maybe a little farther. In other words, when it seems like no-one cares any longer and everyone's listening to themselves, I might want to listen to your opinions a little longer. But you know that I have my own...um.../

/Biology (Genetics): 利益?Don't we all./

/Geography: Yeah. Look, I know that this ain't a game with a clear winner, and this ain't a story someone invents for fun or writes on their laptop to either keep or delete. This is reality you're facing, that all of us, all of us are facing. I understand that. But even so, I want to wish you good luck, do you understand that?/

/Biology (Genetics): Ahh, of course. I understand it just like I know that you're simply saying these things to be dramatic about the gravity of the moment, but even so, I want to thank you./

Her arm was released, and she stepped inside.

 

2. The United Nations (Featuring: 社会学/政治/某些国家)

The League of Nations:

Together, they joined hands at the table. A final ceremony before the parting of their ways.

‘我们的乌托邦。’

It was 1920, the 10th of January, Geneva. They'd just signed.


The United Nations:

None of the office lights were on, in fact, they‘d been turned off deliberately. In the darkness, Sociology shared a smile with the symbol engraved on the amulet’s white surface.

It was not a very creative symbol. In all truth it lacked imagination. But of course, it was not created by painters or artists or dreamers. It was crafted by dreamers of a different kind. 

She stared at the globe, drawn in blue paint, and the laurel leaves surrounding it, rimmed in gold. Yes, its meaning was all too straightforward. A politicians’Utopia.

She shut her eyes and let her hand fall to dangle from the armrests of the white office chair. Slowly, she allowed herself to drift off into a light sleep, knowing that the amulet would be clutched tight in her fingers the entire night until the sun rose to signal the dawn of another morning.


3. 关于传媒 (这个连搞都没打呢,大概会出现传媒,社会学和某些国家)

It is a story about the Media. About reporters and photographs and news stories and videos which changed the world. And about Asylums and Pentagons and battle fields and secrets all the dark corners where she was determined to let her light shine. If you will, you may believe that it is a story about truth, but who knows?

4.关于艺术and天文(这个是短篇,大概写一下两个人仰望星空???)


目前只有这四个,不过过几天可能会出现更多脑洞。

明天就要去夏校了我好紧张啊啊啊啊,keep calm and play with Lofter.jpg (捂脸)

希望flag不会倒(抱紧自己)


当神学神化 (读完The Five People you meet in Heaven 之后深深中毒, 虽然学得不太准)

She raised both hands as if to straighten out the short locks of her silver hair, but stopped short and let her hands fall back to her side.
She sighed, as if deep in thought, and closed her eyes.
She did not part her lips, yet they all heard her words.
'It is thanks to all of you that I am able to become who I truely am. To connect so many lives, to know so many stories, to behold so many truths. By destroying the part of me that needed to go, you have saved me. And to that I am forever indebted. I am confident that our story shall continue, together, for even the tiny bit of hope in the face of despair is an endless possibility. And I have hope. I have hope.'
The others listened in silence to what seemed to be the final testimony they'd ever hear. And her back was to them so that they could not see her face, but they had the impression that as the words fell, her figure was changed. Her hair seemed to fall through an infinite amount of space, until its ends could no longer be detected. And its colour was not a harsh white, but everchanging, from white to black to red to gold, so swiftly that it seemed to possess no color at all. And her voice too, was changed with the words she spoke, from one to two to more and more until it was a choir of a million different languages, and it was no longer coherent words but all the words from all of these languages that ever formed to mean Hope. But they weren't words at all, but a wordless melody that seemed to stretch infinitely onwards until the End and to the past all the way to the Beginning, except there was no end, and no beginning, and each moment, each story connects with the one and the one with the other and the other with the next until it was an infinite number of individual stories but the stories were all one.
And when she turned, at long last they saw, to their surprise, that there was nothing divine about her features, or her eyes, that it was only a pair of human eyes, but so filled with emotion that it could easily have been a million pairs of eyes, and they realized that her voice, although heavenly in sound, was indeed no more than a mixure of those million voices, speaking out their Hope. And her face, her face was not alike any one face. Her skin did not possess a particular color, and she seemed to be at once all the humans that exist on earth and all that have existed and all that will exist, and as they peered into that face they saw the child that asks ignorant questions and the old man who is minutes away from death, and the religious and the nonereligious, and the scientists, scholars, artists and ordinary people from every corner of the world, and the good and the evil, the saints and the sinners, and all those remembered by history and also all those forgotten, and they saw that all of the faces were changing constantly from the child to the old man and that their races and beliefs and experiences were all different but that the faces were all one.

(写完觉得,嗯,我该多看看书了facepalm)

朝闻道,夕死可矣for me too

朝闻道(这是一篇刘慈欣的短篇小说,出自他的短篇小说集'时间移民')

(以下是我自己yy的几个我自己可能想在真理祭坛上问的问题)

Explanation of why I wrote this:
I am fully aware that it is the wrong impression. But while I was reading, I was given the impression that the author had drawn a line between science and the humanities and secluded the latter from the alter of truth, confining them to earth, telling them that their duty and the meaning of their lives mattered not to the truth, and mattered only to the human race, only to the mundane routines which make up daily life. That their imagination, their agony, their dreams, their hope and despair, would be either not of reality, not of good intentions, or not of the universe.

I know and respect that the author's focus here is science. And I know that my feeling of resentment comes not from the author's implication, but from what I feel of the implication of many of his READERS. Students who will read the text and further justify themselves, and who will continue to believe that the humanities digs a tunnel down to earth to further confine the human race whereas science is the one who sets it free. I do not deny that this opinion hurts me. Naturally for a person like myself who has laid so much of her faith on the humanities, I wish to see questions asked by its experts too, as some sort of proof that it is not so much lacking in meaning and significance when comparised with the sciences. I wish to see its experts stand on the altar, ask their question, either recieve or not recieve their answers, or to be told that their questions have no answer, and then to die knowing the truth, or to live knowing the question cannot be answered. I wish to join them, and not be told by the crowd, by the scientists, or by the 排险者himself that the altar is for science only. I do not wish to see only the politicians, appearing as a symbol of ignorance before the scientists willing to give their lives. For this wish, I blame my own greed and ignorance and not the author's words. And so, I shall venture to suggest several question which may be asked by people of the humanities. Perhaps it is only my imagination, but I believe the effects of curiosity and longing for an ultimate truth and the willingness to give their lives for such can be found in a great number of people from different fields and beliefs and is not a feature special to science.

Here are the questions I will want to ask: I fully admit that they are not deep enough, and are far from being deep enough, but I will still wish to ask them. Maybe I will eventually come to understand one or two of them in the course of my life.

Other questions:
On Ethics: Do good and evil exist? What is Good? What is Evil?
Do our moral standards actually possess meaning or significance? Or it is just another meaningless yet usedul invention to prevent our species from extinction?
On Religion: Does heaven(and all the other words from all the religions which imply such a place) exist?
On Philosophy: Is the universe a reality? How do you prove it?
What is Love?
What is Truth?
On Politics and Sociology: Is Utopia achievable? Or is there some internal logical barrier that will forever prevent mankind from reaching it? If so, what of other Societies in the Universe? Have any of them achieved it?
On History: Does History exist? Is History really a cycle of seemingly timed events?
Is History decided and unchangable or a stream of coincidential and logical events?
What really happened in (certain time period)? Could it have happened another way?
On Language:
Is a universal language possible? Is it enforceable? Is it 'right'?
Is each different language significant? Or are they all just randomly formed and randomly changed out of the circumstances they happen to be in?
Does language have 'beauty'? If so, does the beauty of a language weigh more or less than its usefulness? Or even, its survival?
On Culture:
Can a culture be discribed as 'more beautiful' than another? Or, 'better' than another?
Is the loss of the old and the arrival of the new inevitable? Can it be turned in the other direction? Should it?
If not, why do we feel sadness to their loss? Is it because they actually have meaning, or is it because we cannot handle our emotions?

and finally, the most important question of all:
Because I can fit all I've just written into a sentence with a question mark at the end, so I'd really like to know...What actually counts as 'one' question?(皮这一下很开心)

I wrote this mostly to satisfy myself, but perhaps, also, to call to those, who, in their mind, have closed 刘慈欣's altar of truth to everyone other than people of science. I believe that this is not the intention of the author, and it is definitely not my wish. I address those who, if they had been the 排险者, would have closed the altar to the religious or to the artists, poets, politicians and other 'dreamers' of the world. I hope that, after reading these questions, that you may open your altar a little more to other fields and beliefs, so that when you finally meet and converse with such people, your mind shall regard then as allays and not as adversaries, and come to understand that they too, deserve to stand on the altar of truth.

政治PolitiKa

*英文
*比较虐
*就是自己存个档

Politiká

As far as History knew, she was once a dreamer like everyone else, and now she has grown out of the dream, like everyone else eventually did. But in her own memories, she had come, quite literally, from heaven, where she’d been an angle at God’s feet.
She had come down, to free mankind from their suffering.
History, of course, believes not a word of the sentence above.
Correction, she had come down from heaven, to see if there was a possibility of enforcing some sort of order on man. Whether the original intention was for man to govern themselves and help one another and live happily ever after, or for her to be recognized as a god for ‘ending their suffering’, is unknown. But we can suppose that she had a bit of each. To rule, to save, to be praised as a savior, and to be remembered was what she wished.
However, the task was not as easy as predicted. For even in the simplest logics of mankind there are dark corners which lie in waiting and out of sight, each a trap for the kind soul.
But of course, civilization had not formed any logic when she arrived on earth, so the reader may safely assume the above to be a delusional sentence formed out of an over-excited mind.
The real reason of her fall, as is with every dreamer, was that she had over simplified the situation.
I will not go on about the historical details of how she fell, for that is not the focus of today’s narrative. The focus comes a little nearer to now. To present day.
To make a long story short, she never returned.
She was changed by humans just as the Earth had been. She was changed and changed until the day came when heaven could no longer accept her. She was trapped on Earth.
I believe it will be important to relate, in the following paragraph, the appearances of such angelic creatures. For they are beautiful, you see, but not with an unnatural beauty. As for Politika, her hair was not white, her eyes were not blue or red or golden, her skin was not pale, no, she did not look like a corpse with wings. And she did not think a white cloth counted as fashionable wear. Surely, it would bore his magnificence the Creator if all angels looked the same. In truth, she had a slightly yellow shade of skin, but healthy, and her cheeks were quite red. Her hair was brown, and long, and curly, and she wore whatever she wanted. The two things you did get right are her wings: they are white, pure white, with white feathers.
They took her wings, and they covered her up in black ink. Then they poured blood all over her, and they waited until she was unrecognizable, the they covered her entire body with white dust, until her skin was so pale it shone. Then, they fried her hair straight, cut it to a perfectly straight line at the shoulder, dyed every strand of it white, and that was that.
History insists that she was born that way, with white hair, gray eyes, pale skin like a walking corpse. But of course, History never believed the ‘come down from heaven’ theory either.
And that is how she remained in appearance up to this very day. It is said that every night she powders her skin and dyes her hair for fear that the ink and blood would show, and every month she cuts her hair to the same, exact, straight line.
Overall, she has not led a disappointing history. In her youth she teamed up with Religion and Philosophy to impliment her ‘order’. Then, when Religion broke down she took up lead position and began to ignore Philosophy’s questions. In this process, she was constantly changing, constantly learning and growing too. Overall, a great many wars but no big disappointments.
To her, however, everything was disappointing.
It is very important to note that all of them grew up in likewise fashion, from dreamer to realist. Yet she remains the most sensitive and solemn out of all her fellow subjects. Never laughing or smiling easily, never doing without purpose written in mind, never walking slowly, never seen with her head down.
It is true that History has seen a lot, yes. Yet laughs, sometimes too much, she jokes, she does numerous pointless things, and she makes you wonder how a person can be so outwardly hopeful and so inertly hopeless at the same time.
It is true that Religion had seen a lot. Yet she gets tired occasionally and shows it. She is humorous in her own way, quite easy to talk to on most days, and above all, she is kind.
It is true that Sociology has seen a lot. Yet she is the most easy-going and social of them all. She smokes, she drinks, she gossips. She can dance just as Art can and sing maybe even better. She does not care to hide her emotions, but she is rarely serious about anything.
Politics is different. She is always grave, and purposeful, and devious. One never knows what is on her mind, for she will never say what she truly means. One cannot unhinge her ground by joking around with her, or even by logical reasoning. She is too solid in her own logic. Sometimes, it seems that she cares too much about too little. Yet one cannot make fun of her either, for she is too powerful. One can never trust the words from her mouth, even if one had been acquainted with her for thousands of years, and one can never trust the emotions that seem to appear on her face. If it helps with your conscious, you can pretend, for the sake of things, that she is kind, and that she really did come down from heaven, and that all her faults are cast onto her by man. She is, after all, in a way, man’s creation.
Sociology, the only person who is capable of making fun of Politics and getting away with it, has summed up the features of her face in one sentence of a song: “这是最后的斗争,团结起来到明天。”
You can how terrible and shocking it is to see such a face cry.
This is a story about when she cried.
 
It was after the end of the Second World War, everyone who was dead was dead. Heaven received their souls. It’s funny that some of us spend our whole lives worrying about where we will go, yet assume immediately when a huge disaster happens that all the dead go to heaven. But who am I to criticize. I have just wished the same.
Biology, Physics, Chemistry and some of the other natural sciences had stood around with their head in their hands talking about how everything was their fault. It was no bluff, all of them were sincere. In fact, it got so bad that they went as far as to consider if what Religion thought about them was true, and then Religion had to step out and say that (s)he didn’t think such things about them. All this time, the Social Sciences listened in silence and repeated in their hearts that it was everybody’s fault.
But out of them, one person alone thought it was all her own fault.
Yes, you have guessed it.
She tried at first. Tried to comfort the sciences. Because she was feeling unbearably guilty.
Sure, she had seen wars before, but this one…
She tried her best at wording her thoughts. When that failed, she gave up and spoke the truth.
“It’s my fault, seriously. But it’s alright, I’ll find a way to deal with it. I will fix this. I will. Don’t worry, and don’t feel pressure or anything. Just carry on with your research and studies. We’ll work this out.”
She even managed a smile.
History is not sure whether the sciences were convinced, but the truth was that they left the room at that moment. And the truth was that the moment they left, Politics hung her head, and wept.
Her tears fell in silence. A terrible, terrible silence as everyone around her stared. And for a moment, History believed the story about her coming down from heaven. In fact, she could almost see the black ink and red blood underneath her tear tracks, screaming out of the white powder of her pale skin.
But a second later, it was gone. Her face was dry and calm as a sheet of paper. Emotionless. Maybe a little grave. A face for mourning, not a face of heartbreak.
“I’ll deal with this.” Was all she said.
Then, Sociology produced a bottle of wine and they promptly proceeded to get themselves quite drunk.
那天晚上,她失眠了。
She wandered outside, into the street. And found with surprise that someone else was in the same situation.
Medicine stood in his white coat and gloves. As if he’d just walked out of the emergency room and was now searching for the dead man’s soul among the stars.
His eyes were empty and cold under the dying light of the street lamp. He was awake, yes, the same person as the one under sunlight? Probably not.
Politics glanced down and half expected to see a scalpel protruding from between his gloved fingers.
Medicine did not miss her glance. Without turning to her, he spoke.
“Are you afraid of me?”
Good question, she thought. And it was true that under such a strange light and dressed in such manner he did look slightly unnerving, like a madman finding freedom for the first time. And there was something about his eyes which she’s never noticed before. Something that could only show at night, when you see the stars reflected there, and you realize that his eyes are so dark that the stars melt away into them. She remembered the chemical warfare, all those experiments, human experiments. It was like in a movie, when the protagonist meets the villain by chance, and the villain suddenly reveals himself to be the real killer or something.
But then, she realized that it was not such a scene. No matter how scary he looks, he is only an actor. An actor in a horror film with his villain laugh and scary makeup but an actor all the same, and he will be changed as soon as you turn the camera away. Because he is not the real killer.
I am.
In an even voice she replied,
“You should be afraid of me.”
The stars winked down at them. She could not imagine what they looked like reflected in her eyes.
The ground seemed to rise up and grip her feet. She was upside down, the sky an abyss over her head.
Then, she wondered, as people often do when the night gets to them. She wondered if the sun would ever rise.
She remembered the number of deaths. She wondered if she took the first six digits out and drew them in a chart what they would mean. In a third dimensional graph, they’d mean a dot. She wondered if she did this with all the wars there’d be a picture formed out of the dots. She wondered what it would mean. 它会是什么样子呢?一把手枪?一个圆?一只竖着中指的手? That, she admitted, was quite funny.
Slowly, she repeated the words to herself, words which had been a joke to her before.
这是最后的斗争。团结起来到明天。
Then, she said goodnight to him, and went inside.
 
A few weeks after, laws were being passed, wounds were being closed, blood was being washed away, and she was back to her old self.

Fn.

(感谢您能耐心读完,晚安)

LOVE加长版


那天晚上,ta们在跳舞。
音乐的声音很大。
热爱学(身)习(体)的理科组没有下楼。生物是被地理拽下去的。医学不放心,所以也跟了下去。医学一走,心理学也坐不住了。
楼下。夜色。月光。
这里是文科的主场。
/放弃思考/忘记外面的世界/忘记人类的世界/以获得短暂的自由/自由/自由/自由/永远/就让时间/永远停留在今晚吧/
/We belong to the night/

哲学也在下面。
很吵的环境,却很适合思考。
哲学漫步在沉浸于音乐与夜晚的人们之中。他是身处另一个世界的人。
也许/也许是同一个世界/只不过/你没有在跳舞/而ta们没有在思考/
/同一个世界/
他认真地观察着每一位舞者。
有些人站在音乐的正中间,在月光最亮的地方。有些人站在边缘地区,目光向着中间的光芒。
他看见艺术在正中央。还有语言。她们在跳双人舞。面对面蹦迪。
!The night is ours!
//She ruled the night//那个/能歌善舞的/月亮/
他向ta们的方向走,心里有一个问题,嘴上却不知怎么说。
Hey,艺术//Do you/do You/do you/believe/believe in/believe in LOve/?
他看着她注视语言的眼神。
/SomeOne's in Love ToNight/
他转头看向语言。语言只爱这个夜晚。
他想象着艺术的回答。
“Do you believe in love?”
“Love? I know too well the feeling of wanting to protect the one you love. I never would have thought anything could hold me down like this. Not ME! Not like THIS! Oh, my dear, Love is a burden. But Love Completes Me.”
然后语言会说
“Love. Love is a glorious purpose.”
然后语言会冲艺术微笑。但她的眼睛里不会出现艺术所期待的purpose/burden/completion/or glory.
/黑夜诉说着白天不能说的故事/
/拥有舞伴的孤独的舞者/
哲学决定不打扰她。

他看向正在跳舞的其他人。
地理和生物在不远处。大佬带着萌新。在舞台上。
地理穿着不知哪个民族的民族服装。疯狂的颜色。疯狂的裙摆。
/Best night of/ HER/ life/
生物。还是那只生物。
她会怎么回答这个问题呢?
哲学没有脑补,他直接走了上去。
裙摆停了下来。
“Do you believe in love?”
生物非常认真地思考。
“I do not believe in true love, only true happiness.”
地理装作惊讶。
“My dear! How do you not believe in true love? Oh I am hurt qwq 宝宝need安慰。”
生物被她逗笑了。她接着说,
“But I believe in the freedom to love.”
地理也笑了,笑得特开心。
“对! 没错! 我同意! 彩虹旗飞起!”
哲学点了点头。
“谢谢你的回答。”
他刚要离开时二人趁机秀了把恩爱。
/A Kiss/is/is like/is like a vow/
他走了之后,听到地理说,
“Do you believe in true love now?”
“Love is in all that's beautiful and natural and true.”

他的目光继续寻找。
光芒下,唯一的一对理科。心理学和医学。
她穿得像个super model。他连白大褂都没有脱。但ta们二人之间没有任何多余的距离。
/For//EACHOTHER/
?ta们二人走了多久,才走到了今晚?
/TrUe Love is Glorious/True Love is Equal/True Love is Hard/
ta们会如何回答这个问题?
“Do you--?”
“Oh, love. Love is an illusion. But nevertheless a beautiful illusion."
她会抢先回答,然后看向医学,观察他的反应。
他会面无表情地说,
“Love is a need. Just like the need to breath.”
然后她会说,
“Yes, that's right. That's the right answer.”
然后ta们会继续跳舞直到天明。

/Oh the Night!/ This NIGHT!/
!Everybody is Dancing!
In onestwosthreesfours
All the way till   .. ..          .  . Daylight
/Do you Feel the/Love/Do you feel the/FREEDOM/
在灯光之下,let music unite us

哲学走到灯光的边缘。
他回头看向光芒照不到的地方。
有些人坐在四周的桌椅中。ta们在用自己的声音跳舞。有些人找到了舞伴,有些人和自己跳着双人舞。
他认为坐在四周的人跳得很美。一定是一些没有听众的故事。
有些人在喝酒,有些人在吸烟,有些人呼吸着夜晚的味道。
他走过去。在桌子中寻找。

烟味。
社会学在吸烟。
整个桌面上都是烟雾飘过的无形的痕迹。和酒的味道。和泪水。和月光。和几个散落的音符。
哲学在她身边坐下。
他看着她口中吐出的烟。消散。
烟雾消散之后会去哪里?
科学永远无法回答的。AT least. Not Tonight.
她身边的政治端着一个高脚酒杯。她把桌上的一杯递给他。
他喝了一口,问,
“Do you believe in love?”
社会学笑了,把烟头扔在地上,回答的同时又燃起了下一支。
“Love? I breathe smoke into the skies of the souless cities, and marvel at the love happening in its plastic streets. Interesting, the dispicable and beautiful forms it can take. Messy and yet satisfying to behold.”
她清了几下嗓子。烟雾。桌面。背景里的音乐。
他点了点头。
政治也点了点头。被月光染成白的短发。他不记得上次看到政治的笑容是多少千年前的事了。
政治放下酒杯,
“It is an emotion I fear and try to let go of. But I understand fully what it is. Do not think that the stone-faced politicians did not have hearts. Love, it is their burden and their most humane weakness.”
社会学拍桌子以示赞同。
“漂亮!”
Weak/ness//humane/Weakness/Humane//
舞跳得真心漂亮。
酒杯再次离开桌面。
!Clink!
"Here's to love."

We. WE belong To the Night.

他离开政治和社会学的桌子。
历史呢? 不跟她们在一起?
“找我?”
对呀。历史。我想。
“跳舞么,你?”
“不。我想--”
“那就坐下慢慢说吧。”
她的眼睛。是夜空的颜色。
“只是一个小问题。”
“哈,你什么时候问过小问题。来吧,我听着。”
ta们二人向来都是知己。不多不少。知己而已。
他问,
“你为什么不跳舞”
她摇了摇头,没有回答。
他还是问。
“我刚才还在中间跟政治嗨呢,你没看见。” 她说。
他问了那个问题。
“Love, huh? Love brings pain, just as hope ends with despair. But I suppose, if you don't live forever, it could be good for you.”
话音刚落的时候她侧脸看了他一眼。
/R U/ Impressed/ With my answer?/ R U/ Satisfied?/ Or/ IS there SOMEONE/ U R/ Thinking OF?/
That question wasnt for me. It never will be. And I wont need it.
?Who/ R U/ thinking of?
“难得呀,这么一个晚上。好不容易放松放松。她居然还来了,真是。。。神奇。”
历史说着冲两点钟的方向点了点头。
哲学回头看。
他很惊讶地发现,屋子另一边有一个熟悉的身影。
他再转过去的时候,历史已经不见了。

她。神学。在这里。
在月光下。在音乐里。在烟味酒味之中。
为什么?
因为这种环境很适合思考么?
她漫步在沉浸于音乐与夜晚的人们之中。人们很自然地为她让出一条路。没有人停下来与她说话,她也没有停下来。
“Hey,...um...HEY!” 他快步走了过去。等走到她面前又尴尬地站定。
她齐肩的短发。在月光下是银色的。他回忆着她长发的样子。
“Hey.” 她说。
音乐的节奏慢了下来。
“Do you...do you believe in love?”
她笑了,跟别人的笑都不一样。
“Love. To love means to understand and accept every particle of another soul. To accept its light and its darkness. Everything. Love is most selfish and most selfless. It is the most that I am able ro believe.”
这个回答,让你满意么?
他停下。他盯着她。他回忆着。他惊叹。他感叹。他悲叹。他放不下。他惊讶。他感到不知所措。
He had found the night.
The reason. the question. The answer.
于是他微微一笑,向神学伸出一只手,
“趁天亮之前。”

And they danced their hearts out till the dawn.

中译英
纠结
改了n遍(改的痕迹都在上面)

LOVE?

文科组的各位一致认为理科组的爱情观很幼稚,于是各个文科和几位理科关于love展开讨论。

艺术: Love. Wanting to protect the ones you love.
Never would have thought anything could hold me down like this, ME!
(sigh) Love is a burden. But love completes me.
语言: Love is a glorious purpose.
地理: Love is in all thats beautiful and natural and true.
心理(看向医学): Love is an illusion. But nevertheless a beautiful illusion.
医学(看向心理学): Love is a need. Just like the need to breath.
社会学(抽着烟): Love? I breathe smoke into the skies of the souless cities, and marvel at the love happening in its plastic streets. Interesting, the dispicable and beautiful forms it can take. Messy and yet satisfying to behold.
政治(smiles for the first time in forever): It is an emotion I fear and try to let go of. But I understand fully what it is. Do not think that the stone-faced politicians did not have hearts. Love, it is their burden and their most humane weakness.
哲学: Love is...difficult.
生物: I do not believe in true love, only true happiness. But I believe in the freedom to love.
历史: Love brings pain, just as hope ends with despair. But I suppose, if you don't live forever, it could be good for you.
神学: To love means to understand and accept every particle of another soul. To accept its light and its darkness. Everything. Love is most selfish and most selfless.

科拟段子and迷之设定s---刚刚期中考试完你不赶快去反思来写这个干嘛

Part One: 一些非常短小的设定(都是最基础的东西,懒得看可以直接跳过):

1.     语言:文科的基础思维,但是在文科组里不掌权。‘没有王位的帝王’。平时说话毒舌,但心机不重,为人善良。做事被动,‘不被需要就没有意义’。政治观点偏liberal(自由民主平等etc), 非常支持言论自由。


2.     政治 (政治虐我千百遍,我带政治如初恋):妹子。白头发。不喜欢说话。特别有心机。世界观偏悲观。政治观点偏conservative。是文科中实际掌权的科目。


3.     历史:妹子。黑长直。Sassy,爱吐槽. 为人处事不拘小节。在所有问题中都保持中立。


4.     地理:妹子。半文半理的‘人格分裂’。文科里的活宝。话痨。政治观点很liberal.


5.     神学:性别不定。算是文科。。。吧。原来留着长发,后来剪成披肩发,颜色白偏灰。年轻的时候特别激进,如今变得更加温柔and包容(也沧桑了不少)。


6.     哲学:神秘男子。性格是个谜。文理是个谜。不怎么说话,如果说话一定会说很迷的话。不经常与其他科目交往。平时看似在发呆其实在思考。


7.     艺术:可男可女。文理是个谜。Very liberal。时而高冷时而‘亲民’。做事很随性。


8.     生物:妹子。性格善良单纯但偶尔会问出一些引人深思的问题。理科中的活宝。热爱大自然。


9.     医学:生物的brother. 性格其实没有人们想象的那么善良。做事严谨。SQ理科最高。


10.  心理学:软萌妹子。EQ爆表。心机不重。喜欢观察别人,但这么做的时候不会让别人觉得不舒服。


11.  化学:直直直直男。高冷但不严肃,偶尔皮一下可萌了。EQ为负。经常会用自己的皮肤做实验所以手上有各种伤痕。


12.  物理:男。说直不直似gay非gay。 平时take pleasure in各种无形的装B。 皮起来谁也比不过他。SQ在理科里算比较高的。


13.  数学:高冷男。理科的基础思维and在理科中掌权。表面各种皮各种单纯,其实心机是理科里最重。从某一方面说是理科中IQ最高。做事之前一定会再三思考。

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Part Two: 段子×5 (主地理生物,但其实人物很多)

 

1.某一天,化学在理科办公室里展示一个实验的时候手残用错了试剂(别问我为什么,可能是因为他的手真的是残的),于是做出了与计划截然不同的结果。在场的理科都秒懂,各种摇头捂脸,只有生物似乎慢了半拍。

生物:“哇,这是怎么做到的?”

只见化学邪魅一笑,拿起试管在空中挥舞了一下,曰:

“ Magic。”

 

2.文科办公室的常规画风就是没有一个人干正事。所有人要不在扯闲天要不在看闲书。然而闲天活不了多久,扯着扯着画风就变成严肃政治向,搞得在看书的人也全加入了,于是就变成一场全员的辩论赛。

地理表示自己不喜欢这样的氛围。所以她经常趁大家不注意逃到理科办公室找生物玩。

理科办公室的常规画风是所有人都看似一本正经地趴在电脑前边,整个办公室鸦雀无声,但其实一半的人都在静音打游戏。在如此这般的寂静中,只见地理和生物盘腿坐在办公室正中间的一面桌子上各种闲聊。她们俩聊激动了就在桌子上站起来,再不行就蹦到地上各种比划,有的时候还要拉上心理和医学一起。理科们表示早就适应了。

今天她们聊天的内容是‘真理’。对此生物表示自己的立场非常坚定,所以她要尝试着怼一怼地理,here she is right in the middle of proving   a   point,

生物:“但如果你做的事情都是跟自己感觉走,那不就全在自己脑子里了么?这是对现实的不尊重。”

地理从桌子上跳了下来。

她面向生物,一脸严肃地说,

“是呀,是都在我的脑子里,但。。。哎,不行,我再说下去就要被赶出理科办公室了。。。”

生物也下了地,

“你说你说你快说!”

地理假装一脸为难,(其实一直在憋笑),

“不,我要说的是一句非常不科学的话,不适合在这么神圣的地方。。。”

听到这里生物更着急了, 

“不带你这样的!话说一半把人吊着!” (地理内心:omg生物你好萌不行我。。。)

“好吧。”

说罢,地理露出了唯物主义的笑容,一把握住生物的手,微笑着说,

“我刚才想说:是的,是都在我脑子里,但这不证明它们不是现实。”

。。。

生物:“嗯?什么意思?”

地理:“这个嘛,就是说---”

数学(从办公室的另一侧突然抬起头):“地理呀~”

地理(秒怂):“数学我错了。我不是故意的。我只是忍不住怼了回去。”

数学:“你。。。到底为什么老是来理科办公室?”

地理:“要不你去文科那边亲身体验一下”

 

3.有一次物理突然脑抽,不知道从哪里弄来了一副达芬奇在1485年设计的扑翼机(就是一种按道理能让人飞起来但其实什么用也没有的翅膀),说他想看看能不能飞。理科们都觉得这太物理了,反正劝也劝不住。文科不太       care. 只有地理比较着急。

地理(看向穿着扑翼机站在悬崖边缘的物理):“您别想不开,下来吧下来吧。”

物理:“噢!你来了!正好,你快来帮帮我。”

地理:“?”

物理:“我跳下去之后麻烦您控一下周围的气流,别让我摔死。”

地理:“不让您摔死不是您自己的事儿么?”

物理(选择性屏蔽地理刚刚的话):“谢啦!” 他向后退了几步,

地理:“别别别你别冲动!淡定!”

只见物理一跃而起,之后立即以惊人的速度下降。地理差点都不敢看了,赶忙抬手帮他调气流。

“物理呀,您也太相信达芬奇老先生了吧。”

“呵呵,你以为我不知道这个飞不了?我相信的是你!”

“物理呀,您也太相信我了吧。。。”

随后的几分钟:物理在空中各种愉悦,地理在地面上各种紧张。

地理:“物理呀,是时候该减肥了。”

物理:“啊!这就是自由的感觉!”

地理:“求您下来吧。理科不能没了您。”

物理:“看!这就是科学的魅力!”

地理(突然炸毛):“你没有我还能飞得起来?” 于是她一股气流把物理吹了下来。

等他到了地上地理还是不依不饶,

“你知道刚才有多危险?我一不留神你就得撞悬崖上。”

物理:“大姐,我错了,下次一定会注意。”

地理:“这就对。。等等,下次?什么下次?”

物理:“麻烦您了。”

地理:“不行我拒绝。你要是还敢玩这个我现在就把你的体重告诉所有人。”

物理:。。。

 

4. 各种对生物伸出手术刀。

1)医学对生物伸出手术刀。医学:I will cut you into a million pieces!

生物一脸疑惑地端详着那把刀。片刻后,她说,

“就用这个?废不废劲。”

2)神学对生物伸出手术刀。神学:I will cut you into a million pieces!

生物一脸担忧地端详着那把刀。片刻后,她问,

“消毒了么?”


5. 某一天地理突然闯进理科办公室,转身把门一锁。

“大家好,我来正式投奔你们了。”地理背靠着门对屋里一脸懵的人们说。

然后她又冲着门外喊:

“我不回去了!我就是理科!再见!你走吧!”

门外传来政治很无语的声音,

“亲,咱别不讲道理行么,回来我们好好聊聊。”

地理抱紧自己,

“我拒绝!”

政治淡淡地回了一句,

“反正你早晚得回来。”

随后传来她远离的脚步声。

地理扑到心理的怀里,

“太可怕了。。。文科组太可怕了。。。”

心理一边安慰一边觉得政治说得其实挺有道理。。。

三个小时后,地理决定面对现实。

“我走了,我的朋友们,请你们一定不要忘记。。。曾经有一个科目叫做地理”

物理一脸认真:“嗯。不会的。你永远活在我们心里。”

数学连头也没抬:“你随时都可以回来。”

生物也一脸认真:“当然不会忘记,到现在我还记得你上次说的那句话呢--”

数学:“em, 你还是快点走吧。”

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Note:IQ: Intelligence  SQ: Spiritual  EQ: Emotional

To be continued. 

皮这一下很开心,goodnight.