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田晓菲Tian Xiaofei's husband is Stephen Owen. Her work incorporated into the (Beijing University Press, 1988) and is of Jiangsu language textbook was selected seventh grade on the book. Employed in 2000, has taught at Harvard University, Department of East Asia. There have been novels, essays, literary criticism, poetry, published, publishing; there translated as "Postmodernism and Popular Culture" (Central Compilation & Translation Press), "he said of Stone Mountain: Stephen Owen Collectio" (Jiangsu People's Publishing House ). Is committed to "dust a few - on Tao Poetry draft" in the writings of the English manuscript. Lines of Flight is the Tian Xiaofei home in Boston, the name of his study.
13-year-old from Tianjin, Peking University, 13 secondary schools directly enter Western Languages read English and American Literature, graduated in 1989. In 1991 the U.S. master's degree in English Literature, University of Nebraska, 1998 Ph.D. in comparative literature from Harvard University. Since then at Colgate University and Cornell University assistant professor, currently teaching at Harvard University, Department of East Asia. Published works include "Love Song" (poems, 1988), "Life's one-way street" (collection of essays, 1993), "Lines of Flight of The Golden Lotus" (2003), "recorded several dust: Tao Qian and the manuscript culture" (in English, 2005). Translations include "the children of Chairman Mao: the Red Guards generation of growth and experience" (joint translation, 1988), "Postmodernism and Popular Culture" (2001), "he mountain stone: the Notion of Selected" ( 2002). Liang Court is committed to cultural studies. There have been novels, essays, literary criticism, poetry, published, publishing; there translated as "Postmodernism and Popular Culture" (Central Compilation & Translation Press), "he said of Stone Mountain: Stephen Owen Collectio" (Jiangsu People's Publishing House ). Is committed to "dust a few - on Tao Poetry draft" in the writings of the English manuscript. Work "13-year-old fortune" elected to People's Education Press started this last semester textbooks, also elected to the middle of Jiangsu junior high school textbooks and textbooks
13-year-old's fate
Tian Xiaofei
The first time that this world there is a "North", is when I was seven. Day, and occasionally pulls out a yellowing photograph drawer, the top is a serene and beautiful lake Pagoda's Shadow. I intently watched the familiar landscape, some inexplicable wonder, joy and emotion, full of desire from his heart that quietly rises. Mother told me: This is the Beijing University.
Years old, by car from the North through the school gate. Aunt call me around Look Look, I stubbornly turned away, his mouth spoke: Not at all! Now, if read, and then later go to school not on the "not new" it?
I never doubted I would like to become a student of Beijing University. Full share of childish self-confidence, seem to indicate a mysterious bonds of this world. But I did not think I would be so soon realized a childhood dream; and, in the fleeting moment of fingertips, this is the third I have come here to fall.
Autumn is the season of maturity. I seem to be to tell you something, Peking University. Not have to get along with you day and night for two years yet? Not the girl has grown into Kingston, the 16-year-old would spend his birthday yet? However, often in the mouth of the songs normally moment all was silent. I looked at your strange and familiar, Peking University, saved up for two years so much so, actually all of quietly settling down.
Only Jinxiao Men, seniors will take us to visit Peking University Library. At that time, it seems to have watched a presentation of the documentary library. The beginning of that sentence rather majestic entrance oath - "I am proud not just for the Peking University, Peking University is also very proud of me to make" - under the library building, silhouetted against the pale in a sudden. I closed his mouth, my heart filled with an almost desperate feeling: 4000000 books! It is hard to imagine. I read them, probably even the smallest fraction of the number of characters not to it! I do not know how, I recalled the summer of 1983 had occurred in Qingdao one thing: I remember when lights are out, and we in the dark in bed, chatted freely child. I and leader of the small female teacher is right with relish, I capped the girl suddenly began to cry. We were surprised and asked her how she whimpered replied: "You know so much, but I do not understand anything ... ..." Now, I talk and female teachers as early as forgotten, and may be the girl sobs Fandao long and clearly retained in the mind. When I cooked with the faces of new students have not recorded together out of the library, I seem to understand that just because of their ignorance and sobs of the girl ... ...
So, since careful to wear a white badge on the egg which, the North is no longer a photograph on the image, is no longer a car window while skimming over the building, no longer a little girl's dream collection in mind, but became a need to use All her consciousness to confront the reality of the letter. If life can be divided into many stages, then what happens with the Beijing University, is another new beginning.
From time, to start - start the U.S. was a bit blurred dream start had never set foot in the world to explore. When I was in the library racks off a little dust on the shelves to wander, I feel like a fairy tale of the girl, With agitation of mind has been opened in glittering Sin Temple door, sometimes, and do not hurry to look through borrowing, only the book left me a stack of narrow footpath slowly walked up and down, to look caress each books. Chinese, English, are to each other with the silence of the voice, to send down low whisper and call me. Gradually, my heart and they become the same: quiet, pleasant and serene.
In this way, simple and beautiful, the North as a desire to embrace eternal life limited young girl opened a magic window, the breeze blowing from the window, through into a pure light of truth. Cosmos and began to reveal to me new features and presentation, I began to think, began to doubt, start away, start to believe. Peking University is moving me to a new world, in this world surprises me, I desire to live, desire to create, eager to have a Brisk wings, the body get rid of this heavy bondage, in the boundless sky fly free !
North like to read books, even those who like to read North. Sometimes, I am particularly willing to stand quietly reading library door, to see those desk study focused on the addict who look; are willing to side to the third classroom building, while listening to the person beside him through the loud debate with any questions , - attracted me, more often than not they argue the subject, but the North unique sensitivity, students unique pure, sharp and witty discourse, the vibrant state of mind; more willing to stand before the advertising field, a 1 Zhang thin to read those colorful posters, as is never tired to review the North fresh and free atmosphere.
Oh, Peking University, Peking University, appointed in my heart you are really too many, too. So when people ask me what the University has lost two years of harvest what, you ask me how to light the "gains and losses," the word, to measure this by soaking with sweat, tears and laughter, and particularly fulfilling time?
"There is nothing to make me stay / In addition to the purpose / even if Anpang roses, there Lvyin, a quiet haven / I is not using the boat."
More than once quietly read these verses to you, Peking University. A thousand words, sometimes only the most concentrated pool for the most thick lines. Yes, I am not a department of the boat, had nestled so diem to hold in the official law of the arm, but my heart yearned for the ocean waves all the time. I have not forgotten my vow, I am eager to find a new continent, eager for you from the depths of the ocean, Peking University, capture the most brilliant pearl.
However, since the age of seven would love to get to know the place will never be forgotten. "Let me bow to thank all the planet, help solve the problem," for I can live their lives in the North campus in the best period. It is in Beijing, I learned from that carefree little girl, step by step, struggling to mature. Beijing has long nurtured not only my alma mater, it is teachers, friends, is a part of me, part of me. Cherish it in inner corner of the most soft, flowing in my blood, and stupid and wonderful memories with the young, can never be separated.
"Ah, maybe one day / will be me, not using a boat that I / even though there is no wisdom, no ropes and spars."
Yes, one day, Beijing University, I will leave you. You are forever young forward, smiled, and hugged the dream of generations of young people, encouraging students next term vision has also comfort year after year to open down the melancholy peach and plum. So, I will come back to you, a dream is real, what is coherent! I just like back then, like 35 in the old downstairs small stand a moment, then I believe that all the dead will again bear fruit in years to come, will reproduce all the old dream, I will ignore the gray head of white hair, like a 16-year-old girl again, as light by lake Pagoda's Shadow in your chest ... ...
In October 1987 in Yan Yuan
Text Appreciation
This article, Tianjin, China Writers Association, Member - Miss Tian Xiaofei written.
When I first read several times, to express any feelings of Miss Tian Xiaofei, describing what, talk about and I really do not know. So my understanding of this text, my mind blank.
Until I read 11 times in the dorm room, I only know that lyric and narrative text to the main argument for the heart, formed a loose but still struggle to shape the article.
"Beijing has long nurtured not only my alma mater, it is teachers, friends, is a part of me, part of me." This statement sets out the North to the great influence of, the formation of the University's evaluation of the author, expressed the University's deep appreciation of and attachment.
Article with "I" of the North's love of the feelings as clues throughout the text. This trail is very clear, vivid performance of the author's love and attachment to the University's feelings. We are fresh from a small primary school readers, is difficult to understand the article more difficult to understand, so just have this will not work. On the blank line is also used text into three sections to make it easier for our young readers understand the article, so text and its meaning see.
"Chinese, English, are to each other with the language of silence, sent us down low whisper and call." Used to be the way people write a book on the "I" of the attraction, but also made me into a book of the sea.
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