星期六, 五月 20, 2006
星期五, 三月 31, 2006
Asia, Far East, news and analysis Times Online, The Times, Sunday Times
Asia, Far East, news and analysis Times Online, The Times, Sunday Times: "City buries its history in passion for concrete and glass
From Jane Macartney in Beijing
OLD WANG picked his way over mounds of dusty rubble. “This was my home, my home for all my life.” He began to cry. “I can’t leave,” he said.
In a crumbling courtyard house on the other side of the alley, a woman filled a basin with water from an outside tap.
“They are forcing us to leave because they want to demolish this courtyard,” she said. “Don’t ask me why, I’m too frightened to talk.” She scurried into her one-room, brick, lean-to home built within the walls of No 7 Wenchang Hutong — once a graceful courtyard home to a moneyed Beijing family.
Few courtyards remain. When it comes to the tangle of alleys — known by the Manchurian word hutong — that fan out from the Forbidden City, Beijing’s planning authorities swing between bouts of preservation and frenzies of destruction. Developers want to replace the acres of faded quadrangles with glass and concrete towers. Planners are keen to build a sleek new city before the 2008 Olympics.
Fewer than 500 of Beijing’s nearly 4,000 hutong survive, according to Zhang Wei, the leader of a group of volunteers battling to save them. More than a third of the 62sq km (24 square mile) old city has already been demolished and homes are being destroyed at the rate of 10,000 a year.
It is unlikely that any other city has undergone such a rapid and dramatic transformation.
One voice of protest was that of I. M. Pei, the AmericanChinese architect. “They should have preserved the old walls and the city inside and built the skyscrapers outside, as Pa"
From Jane Macartney in Beijing
OLD WANG picked his way over mounds of dusty rubble. “This was my home, my home for all my life.” He began to cry. “I can’t leave,” he said.
In a crumbling courtyard house on the other side of the alley, a woman filled a basin with water from an outside tap.
“They are forcing us to leave because they want to demolish this courtyard,” she said. “Don’t ask me why, I’m too frightened to talk.” She scurried into her one-room, brick, lean-to home built within the walls of No 7 Wenchang Hutong — once a graceful courtyard home to a moneyed Beijing family.
Few courtyards remain. When it comes to the tangle of alleys — known by the Manchurian word hutong — that fan out from the Forbidden City, Beijing’s planning authorities swing between bouts of preservation and frenzies of destruction. Developers want to replace the acres of faded quadrangles with glass and concrete towers. Planners are keen to build a sleek new city before the 2008 Olympics.
Fewer than 500 of Beijing’s nearly 4,000 hutong survive, according to Zhang Wei, the leader of a group of volunteers battling to save them. More than a third of the 62sq km (24 square mile) old city has already been demolished and homes are being destroyed at the rate of 10,000 a year.
It is unlikely that any other city has undergone such a rapid and dramatic transformation.
One voice of protest was that of I. M. Pei, the AmericanChinese architect. “They should have preserved the old walls and the city inside and built the skyscrapers outside, as Pa"
星期四, 十二月 22, 2005
星期二, 十二月 06, 2005
自己的冬天-2
——终于要下雪了,北方的冬天不能没有雪,冬天不能没有雪,不下雪的地方没有冬天。身在异乡的兔子、秘秘、小四,你们听见雪花落下来的声音了吗,你们听见干冷的空气流过耳边的声音了吗……
终于要下雪了,尽管已经有两次,但是加起来不足两分钟,而且最重要的是我没看见。这回据说先是雨夹雪,之后会有些许雪花飘落北京市区之外,后天零下七度。还好是周末,可以躲在家里不用出门,还好是在城外,可以目睹不备城市的喧嚣欺负的瞬间消融的雪花。
晚上下班的时候,天已经很黑、很冷。717这两破车上,又有一大票人挤在汽油弥漫的车厢里,我挤上去的时候,身边有个不怎么漂亮的女文青(因为带着眼镜,估计是个女IT,最好不是女公关),蜷缩在车门旁边,两个彪型小汉之间。
坐车的都很奇怪,总不肯往里走,即便那里人少,除非有座。北京的售票员应该是全世界最有穿衣和最有想象力的,100多人的车厢里,他还能塞上20个,并且来来回回查票自如。每次遇到这种情况我都五体投地的佩服他们,他们不去做广告,白瞎了。
近一段工作很忙,加上天黑得早,就没时间欣赏星星了。不过每天看那群男女文青的Blog仍是每天的必修课,但终于有一天,我发现除了小小,没有一个比我勤劳的,不但自己更新,而且经常到处流窜留言。
其实秘秘和兔子应该是最有时间更新Blog的,因为他们总有那么多的时间。每天抱怨要写论文的北大女硕溜溜是另一个典型,他每天有忙不完的事情,写论文、逛街、吃饭……和我吵架(很少,但每次见面必吵)。小小要考研,考清华那个寸草不生的地方,估计去了就能当上终身校花,最近她连Blog都弄得跟ANTI一样,板着脸好像王宁报《新闻联播》一样。
璐璐在用心上班,工作是他目前最大的追求,除了嫁人,他的blog上没什么东西,好像下了雪的湖面,白皑皑的表面隐藏着冻僵的鱼、暗绿的草,还有她的侠女梦。豆豆是另一个上班族,她上班跟上刑场一样,还是回来给大家煮面吧,我们现在渴盼着有人给做饭。消失的萝卜和不写Blog的QQ、李丹以及YGG,应该是最喜欢冬天的,天一冷就纷纷冬眠去了,饿了舔舔左手……
八卦了那么多,还是说我自己。
自从从保定回来,我就陷入了迷惑,在迷惑中我继续工作。每天写露骨的恶心的公关稿件、每天改露骨的恶心的公关稿件,我发现我竟然还没有恶心到稿件那地步,不亦快哉。而且,经常因为保留自己的意见,跟客户部的同仁们来上一场“两意战争”,为枯燥的生活添上些乐趣。
然而,“两意战争”的结果是我加班的时间多了,而且每次都在9点之前完成,领不到8块钱的饭补,痛苦-ing。
前两天北京的阳光还很温暖,让人有一种去北海看绿瓦红墙的冲动。其实西四那边的老城区,使蛮有看头的,细细的胡同,红的灰的砖墙,掉了色的琉璃瓦,宁静的天空和四合院。比起前门那边喧闹的场面,我愿意在西四看一辈子古建。难怪老北京说“东富西贵”,说“穷崇文、破宣武”。
听者何勇的钟鼓楼,听者窦唯悠远深邃的笛子,听者何玉生京韵十足的单线儿。眼前总是出现夏天傍晚的北京胡同,儿童嬉戏、老人下棋,矮墙上的爬山虎与翠绿的洋槐,树影阴凉、斜阳西下、红霞满天。不要汽车、不要洋房,不要拿着枪的警察、不要圆顶的国家大剧院,那才是一个安详的充满生机的北京。
可悲的是,我就在这个不怎么安详,充斥着所谓生机的北京。
忙碌、挤车、加班、吵嚷、应酬、虚伪、矫情、妒忌、欲望、混乱……
无奈、苦闷、失望、吃喝、懒觉、轻蔑、愤恨、凄凉、孤独、可耻……
(……中)
星期五, 十一月 18, 2005
自己的冬天-1

——这是自己过得第二个冬天了,除了偶露峥嵘的老邱,每天见面的只有小小、兔子、秘秘的blog,后来又加上小四和邵璐。
今年北京的冬天来得特别玩,但是也特别冷,尤其是在自己“可耻”的孤独的时候。
晚上下班回家,天就已经很黑了。坐一个多小时的汽车,忍受从中关村上来的200号人的拥挤,已经成了每天的必修课。
下了车还要走大约20分钟才能住的地方,那条路基本上没有灯,看路基本靠朦胧的夜色和来来往往的汽车。尘土翻腾的路上,独自走来走去,不但锻炼身体,而且锻炼胆量。
立冬之前,有一次加班到午夜才到家,本来打算打车一直回去,可是见到北京少有的干净天气,还是毫不犹豫地下了车。那天的夜色,简直是史前才能够有的清洁,借着明亮的月光,看见天蓝得很,白的云彩被撤的薄薄的,很有型的在天空静静地流着。基本上没有风,深吸一口气,觉不到北方特有的干冷,那空气清凉的滑过鼻孔,从头到脚的痛快。从白石桥出来,走了30分钟竟然能重归自然,简直很爽,简直想做一次旷野的呼喊,但是看见不远处的警灯,只好免了。
我住的地方应该算是个旷野,在北京的城边,有这样一处虽然算不上整洁,但是很乡村的地方真是不容易。在我的印象里,大城市的旁边的偏僻小村都应该差40年发展历程的。
禁不住寒冷的挑逗飘落下来的杨树叶子铺了一路,才在上面哗哗作响,比起干硬的水泥路有感觉的多。想起在学校的时候,偶尔早起,学校的小路上也落得一层槐树叶子,走在上面软软的,比这乏味的杨树叶更具情致。怪不得郁达夫怀念北京,只说槐树如何如何而不提满城的杨树和枯燥的松柏。
有这般的情景,我自是不敢独享,遂给身在身在南海之侧的兔子和小四发短信。告诉他们故乡的晚秋原来是这样有意思。让两个“可耻”的孤独在异乡的人也品味一下北方的清新。
瘦瘦的兔子最怀念的是吃,她在遥远的深圳怀念的是很有小女子气息的雪花酪,满满一杯碎冰,添上些酸梅汁、葡萄干儿、瓜子仁儿……夏天吃起来甚是清爽。但要是按她说的在11月的天气里,拿一杯雪花酪在寒冷的路上享受,恐怕是要被清爽致死了。所以我只满足了一下咸鱼饼子,没有敢打雪花酪的主意。

贤妻良母的小四,想到的是“生计”。她听班长说我们生活在北京城郊、偏僻干冷、屋小通风、尚无暖气的小村子里,便发出了她特有的人文关怀,把我们与大男子主义等同。看完她写的那段话,当天晚上没觉得冷,只是觉得感激。想想曾经在大冬天早早穿上羽绒服,却跑出去吃冰棍儿的小萌,管天管地的贤妻良母真是难找……
但是我还是不会承认大男子主义,因为大男子始终是要有些主义的。一个男人可以(适量的)烟烟酒酒、可以装作超凡脱俗欣赏清冷的晚秋、可以受尽苦难而言他,但就是不能随便就拿一点难处、报我是天下最可怜的心态去到处诉苦。
再者,今年北京拥有长达60天的秋天,不知是夏天太狂热还是冬天太怯懦,我竟然糊里糊涂的就享受了一个这么长的可爱的秋天,虽然经历了独自做垃圾书失败的惨痛,虽然现在还要花3个小时在上下班的途中看公共汽车上熙熙攘攘,虽然要早上7点冒着清冷起床。
7点,现在已经是我最“痛恨”的整点了。每天起来就感到被子外面邪恶的冷空气,感受了冷空气就要忍受凉水的冲洗,但洗完了便是一身的活力,疲惫与懒惰尽随着那盆水重归大地了。所以7点10几分的时候,我赢来每天的新生。
每天早上还没进程的时候,我都能看乡村的天空,纯净的蓝色,极高极远。初冬的天色还带着晚秋的些许暖意,蓝色显得淡然,看起来不是很刺眼,也很容易就邪恶的夺走人的心神。
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