经历了一段非主流的感情，却多瞥见了一些更好生活的样子。
        如果说有遗憾，是不能和你走一段。
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        下午不堪重负颠着电脑（老天保佑刚刚亲爱的小本出的状况是意外...）去看《南京！南京！》。各位，这片子绝对值回二十五块的票价，请支持陆川！
        首先，故事情节是很抓人的（只是刘烨那段稍差），咱们从小看到大又和主旋律撇不清干系的题材不容易编成这样的！我太喜欢日本兵祭魂那段了。
        还有，摄影很有特色。一方面很少用到这类电影经常用到的远景，几乎所有镜头里的背景都体现出极强的被切割感，特别是在刚开场眼睛还没适应这种风格的阶段，我感到特别明显的压迫和抑制氛围。另一方面，似乎也有学习《城南旧事》通篇以英子的身高为摄像机拍摄高度，我注意到的是镜头基本放在了当下那位主人公的真实视角。

        如果不是像我想到这个主意一样的心血来潮让我又改变它，五一我就去武汉散心了。夜里就投奔C叉叉租的小屋，哈哈，和，我就是女流氓，还有文化~~~

        在苏州一兴奋就白纸黑字允诺更新，对于懒人来说这就是冲动的惩罚...

        所谓曲折其实是这样的，三个因为第一次在中国旅行而非常兴奋的加拿大学生和看到青旅那般可爱也兴奋起来的我，在准备check in的时候发现分别没带必须的passport和身份证，于是...于是我们旅游景点先放一边，赶紧去买当天晚上回上海的车票。实在是想好好看苏州好好住青旅，所以我义无反顾地决定第二天一大早再过去，所以所以才有后来的IP留念...至于外国友人嘛，一个决定这次就玩半天以后再和家人一起来旅行，另外两个受到我顽强不息精神和苏州园林美景的感召，跟着我一块儿瞎折腾了三天。
        首先我们去了the humble administrator's garden，园子面积最大并且实实在在一步一景，不要说我们那一个多小时的游览看不够，我想就是生活在其中也能每天遇见新惊喜吧。夜游山塘街，比秦淮河还是好许多的，人家建筑毕竟是因为都成危房了才翻修的，没弄真得跟烟花之地似的。在那还看到了我的童年记忆——转糖（其实我也不知道它叫什么，就这两个字还挺能描绘特征的大家请YY），然后我和Theresa说这糖是麦子做的，她很惊讶地问怎么做成的，拜托，我用中文都说不出来，还英文呢...
        第二天上午去了苏博，相信大多数游客和我一样都是慕贝聿铭之名前往。建筑不如我期待的惊艳，虽然也没觉得那个玻璃金字塔多好看，但人家毕竟那么有名，说不定这关注也有些沾亲带故的原因。看完挺漂亮但并不古的展品，顺路从忠王府出来。感觉以前历史教科书上也有说得对的地方，农民出身又如何，和皇帝做着一样的梦，注定腹背受敌。下午去the master of net garden，小且精致，门窗和景观的搭配设计极尽空间利用之能事。后人还在观鱼池边的亭子里放了面镜，视觉空间扩大的效果倒是和园子特色相呼应，就是感觉有些不尴不尬。晚上去著名的观前街吃饭和溜达，被问到些中国人宗教观念啊、道的含义啊之类的问题，但愿我说的他们都懂了，往好处想，虽然我一幅小白嘴脸但应该还算当代中国年轻人无偏差样本，怎么也做了回窗口...
        第三天趁同伴睡早觉，好好享受了下浮生四季（可爱青旅再次出场）的民居条件，尝了正宗的苏式月饼，喂了些肉馅给望眼欲穿的虎子（据说他和sansan口中的秋香有JQ，8G果然无处不在），和掌柜的小朱交了个朋友，至于某位好同志十分期待的温柔男声，他神似游鸿明，不会说英语，我特地用手机拍了张傍晚模糊背影来增加浪漫气氛。最后一站选择了the lingering garden，虽然大家都说苏州的园林看两个就足够，经鉴定它们还是各有特色值得一游的，我喜欢那里的小竹林和小土丘，还有，评弹很好听。上车之前还和Cait朋友的朋友吃了顿饭，见识了一下加拿大人眼里不受欢迎的人是啥样。
        这次旅行挺开心，也挺累，除了奔波消耗体力，每天做蹩脚翻译的精神压力也不容忽视。哪个周末兴致好了就再去苏州，走老街老巷逛博物馆游学校。

       
        意外收获，Theresa是个骨子里浪漫的人，虽然她学的是我第一排除的和钱打交道的专业，她的刺青和这首诗有关。
       
        The Unknown Citizen
                       by W. H. Auden

 (To JS/07 M 378
 This Marble Monument
 Is Erected by the State)

 He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
 One against whom there was no official complaint,
 And all the reports on his conduct agree
 That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word,
 he was a saint,
 For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
 Except for the War till the day he retired
 He worked in a factory and never got fired,
 But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.
 Yet he wasn't a scab or odd in his views,
 For his Union reports that he paid his dues,
 (Our report on his Union shows it was sound)
 And our Social Psychology workers found
 That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.
 The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day
 And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.
 Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,
 And his Health-card shows he was once in a hospital but left it cured.
 Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare
 He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan
 And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,
 A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.
 Our researchers into Public Opinion are content
 That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;
 When there was peace, he was for peace: 
 when there was war, he went.
 He was married and added five children to the population,
 Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.
 And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.
 Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
 Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.