诗
过去提到过王云的诗，估计王云在那之后再访问我的博客会觉得郁闷，怎么一直不再谈诗？
我很久既没有时间更没有心情写诗了。今天劳作了一天，很郁闷很无奈的一天，为了改变心境，突然想到了诗。真的没有写过什么，倒是一次不经意的时候写了几句话，看到的人，觉得我无聊而不经意的话是天生的诗，于是我成了天生的诗人。其实，我多么希望别人说我是天生的物理学家啊 
还有几年，
几年好象不太长。
不过我的白头发可能会很长了。
那时我可能坐在家里，窗外的阳光照进来，打着瞌睡。猛然，一句
广告台词飘进来。
睁眼一看，咦，这不是她么？
于是瞌睡消失，人年轻了一两个小时。
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更新：
上了这个帖子后我浏览了一下其他人的博客，有几件事值得一提。
1. 木头（Quantoken给Motl起的名字）提到Stephen Hsu最近的一项研究，将VQA scores 转换成IQ，发现物理学生的IQ最高，公共管理学生的IQ最低。我过去一直以为数学的IQ应该最高，所以对这个结果感到吃惊。很久很久以前的社会，人们以为学哲学的IQ最高，在Hsu的排名上只是第九名。更详细的内容请参看。
2. 同样是木头的博客上的消息，洛山矶下雪，而长沙也在下雪，不知道有没有关联？
3. 周末和学生聊到WMAP为什么最近三年来一直不发表新的数据，回家后就看到Peter Woit的博客上的谣言，说WAMP明天就要发表数据了，详情见。对我们这些早就期待着的人，这可不是一般的好消息啊。
4. 今天看到一篇批评Susskind科普的严肃论文。我相当粗略地看了这篇文章，不奇怪，G. Ellis对事件视界的看法代表了很多人的观点，我却同意Susskind的观点。Susskind认为事件视界会影响到现在的微波背景辐射，看起来破坏了因果律。我们还没有支持这个观点的任何理论证据，但我很同情这个观点。
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Peter Woit的博客上的更新说，WMAP将在美东时间3月16号中午12点发布新数据，地址是
http://lambda.gsfc.nasa.gov/ 。我这两天查了几次Arxiv。非常值得关注的是，新的数据将强调极化信号。
在WMAP的主页 我们终于看到了令人兴奋的话：New Results Coming Soon。
过去不同的人对WMAP的沉默有不同的推测，有人说WMAP新数据出问题了，与第一年的结果矛盾，有人说WMAP发现他们过去结果不正确，我则猜测他们想积累更多的数据以缩小统计误差，没有人会想到他们在测量极化，这本是Planck计划的重头戏。
2006年3月15日 11:53:21
发现物理学生的IQ最高，公共管理学生的IQ最低。我过去一直以为数学的IQ应该最高，所以对这个结果感到吃惊。很久很久以前的社会，人们以为学哲学的IQ最高，在Hsu的排名上只是第九名。
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Newton和Einstein的出现已经说明了物理学家的即使不高与数学家，也绝对不低于数学家。
哲学，如果是Newton写Princepia时代那个意义，那么哲学家的智商确实最高。如果是现在这个哲学家概念的话。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。我们什么也不用说，让学生被马克思主义就可以了。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。
2006年3月15日 12:06:25
我和陈丹青不能比。
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陈丹青收不到好学生教，于是辞职
你的好学生太多，还可以看球灌水
自然不能比啦~
2006年3月15日 18:25:55
陈丹青辞职，找不到好学生是一方面。中国的大学特别是清华北大，教条得可以。
那天我去北大图书馆，看门的老头不仅要身份证，还要工作证（不然介绍信也可以），NB得可以。天底下除了北大，我还真没见过什么工作证。这些学校是躲进小楼成一统，窝里横。幸好我当年没去北大，不然仅仅受看门老头这样的气，大概也要辞职了。就表面上看，清华比北大强多了。仅就图书馆这一点，科学院和北大差了一个世纪，据说科学院图书馆的馆长是百人计划回来的，我偶尔去了一回，感觉服务很不错。
陈丹青这样有才华的人，我还是不能比啊。他走了，不知道清华有没有后悔？
2006年3月16日 6:27:54
北大的数学被Yau批评后就组织批斗大会，让我们重温的老人家搞革命的沧桑岁月
教条太多对教师和学生是个很大的束缚。
陈丹青的出走让清华脸上有点挂不住，所以即使有点后悔或者惜才，估计也被恼怒冲走了。
至于才华怎么比，我就不说了，因为有时候真心赞扬会被其他人认定为pmp~嘿嘿
2006年3月16日 6:34:44
shanqin-wang：
对于前者，我只能顾左右而言他
你说的清华的反应完全正常，人文关怀不是一般当官具有的品质。
2006年3月16日 7:29:00
嘿嘿,我也是顾左右而言他,不然将来有人说我挺老Yau是别有学术目的,那我脸上挂不住.清者自清,浊者自浊.
中国大学的本位意识和官场差不多,基本的本能就是群起而护短,任何一个内部成员都非常自觉的反击外来的批评和质疑,所以根本容不得批评.
所以他们喜欢老Yang,因为老Yang那番”清华学生素质超哈佛学生”的高论在清华脸上大大贴金,幸好清华的学生还不至于因为这番话放弃了对哈佛的向往,等哈佛的学生毕业后削尖脑袋来清华留学.
对于中国的学校来说,最重要的是学术利益和名声(哪怕是虚名),而不是人才.
2006年3月27日 12:19:49
share with Prof. Li Miao my new discovery:
死于雪山
— 纪念死于西夏邦马雪山的师弟们
生命熄灭于喷薄一瞬兮
潸然魂回只碧雪晶莹
御烈风直上九天兮
拽繁星以缀飘襟
儿女涓细未可移吾意兮
欢恣浮华亦若烟云
人鬼微心冥冥难察兮
生死大义岂有朝暮秋春
捐吾身以托山阿兮
焚吾志与日月齐明
Die on Snow Mountain
After the flare of life burst then die,
look back never, nothing, but the snow shining white.
Ride the storm rising, rising to the sky,
all stars twinkle and fall into my eyes
my lover, faded and hold you no more,
my youth, drifted away when still sour.
Keen feelings , how can I see through all
but stop seeking, my soul shall fall.
Faraway mountains now keep my body,
Candle burns at both ends, that’s the destiny
2006年3月27日 12:34:45
Also from Hermann Hesse ‘The Glass Bead Games’
http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E8%B5%AB%E5%B0%94%E6%9B%BC%C2%B7%E9%BB%91%E5%A1%9E
赫尔曼·黑塞
主要作品
小说
* 《彼得·卡門欽特》(Peter Camenzind)，1904 長篇
* 《車輪下》(Unterm Rad)，1906
* 《盖特露德》(Gertrud)，1910
* 《徬徨少年時/德米安》(Demian)，1919
* 《克林索最後的夏季》(Klingsors letzter Sommer)，1920
* 《流浪者之歌/悉達求道記》(Siddhartha)，1922 長篇
* 《荒原狼》(Der Steppenwolf)，1927 長篇
* 《知識與愛情》(Narziss und Glodmund)，1930 長篇
* 《東方之旅》(Die Morgenlandfahrt)，1932
* 《玻璃珠遊戲》(Das Glasperlenspiel，英譯The Glass Bead Game)，1943 長篇
* 《孤獨者之歌》
* 《成長的苦澀》
* 《園圃之歌》(Freunde am Garten)
* 《鄉愁》
* 《心靈的歸宿》
* 《生命之歌》
* 《藝術家的命運》
* 《漂泊的靈魂》
* 《美麗的青春》
詩集
* 《浪漫之歌》(Romantische Lieder)，1899 22歲時自費出版的第一本詩集。
散文
* 《堤契諾之歌》(Tessin:Betrachtungen,Gedichteund Aquarelle des Autors)散文集結
The Glass Bead Game (Magister Ludi) by Hermann Hesse
translation by Richard and Clara Winston
The Poems of Knecht’s Student Years
Lament
No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through day or night, cathedral or the cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.
Mold after mold we fill and never rest,
We find no home where joy or grief runs deep.
We move, we are the everlasting guest.
No field nor plow is ours; we do not reap.
What God would make of us remains unknown:
He plays; we are the clay to his desire.
Plastic and mute, we neither laugh nor groan;
He kneads, but never gives us to the fire.
To stiffen into stone, to persevere!
We long forever for the right to stay.
But all that ever stays with us is fear,
And we shall never rest upon our way.
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A Compromise
The men of principled simplicity
Will have no traffic with our subtle doubt,
The world is flat, they tell us, and they shout:
The myth of depth is an absurdity!
For if there were additional dimensions
Beside the good old pair we’ll always cherish,
How could a man live safely without tensions?
How could he live and not expect to perish?
In order peacefully to coexist
Let us strike one dimension off our list.
If they are right, those men of principle,
And life in depth is so inimical,
The third dimension is dispensable.
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But Secretly We Thirst…
Graceful as dancer’s arabesque and bow,
Our lives appear serene and without stress,
A gentle dance around pure nothingness
To which we sacrifice the here and now.
Our dreams are lovely and our game is bright,
So finely tuned, with many artful turns,
But deep beneath the tranquil surface burns
Longing for blood, barbarity, and night.
Freely our life revolves, and every breath
Is free as air; we live so playfully,
But secretly we crave reality:
Begetting, birth, and suffering, and death.
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Alphabets
From time to time we take our pen in hand
And scribble symbols on a blank white sheet.
Their meaning is at everyone’s command;
It is a game whose rules are nice and neat.
But if a savage or a moon-man came
And found a page, a furrowed runic field,
And curiously studied lines and frame:
How strange would be the world that they revealed.
A magic gallery of oddities.
He would see A and B as man and beast,
As moving tongues or arms or legs or eyes,
Now show, now rushing, all constraint released,
Like prints of ravens’ feet upon the snow.
He’d hop about with them, fly to and fro,
And see a thousand worlds of might-have-been
Hidden within the black and frozen symbols,
Beneath the ornate strokes, the thick and the thin.
He’d see the way love burns and anguish trembles,
He’d wonder this cipher’s cross-barred keep
He’d see the world in all its aimless passion,
diminished, dwarfed, and spellbound in the symbols,
And rigorously marching prisoner-fashion.
He’d think: each sign all others so resembles
That love of life and death, or lust and anguish,
Are simply twins whom no one can distinguish…
Until at last the savage with a sound
Of mortal terror lights and stirs a fire,
Chants and beats his brow against the ground
And consecrates the writing to his pyre.
Perhaps before his consciousness is drowned
In slumber there will come to him some sense
Of how this world of magic fraudulence,
This horror utterly behind endurance,
Has vanished as if it had never been.
He’ll sigh, and smile, and feel all right again.
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On Reading an Old Philosopher
These noble thoughts beguiled us yesterday;
We savored them like choicest vintage wines.
But now they sour, meanings seep away,
Much like a page of music from whose vines
The clefs and sharps are carelessly erased:
Take from a house the center of gravity,
it sways and falls apart, all sense debased,
Cacophony what had been harmony.
So too a face we saw as old and wise,
Loved and respected, can wrinkle, craze,
as, ripe for death, the mind deserts the eyes,
Leaving a pitiful, empty, shriveled maze.
So too can ecstasy stir every sense
And barely felt can quickly turn to gall,
as if there dwelt within us cognizance
That everything must wither, die, and fall.
Yet still above this vale of endless dying
Man’s spirit, struggling incorruptibly,
Painfully raises beacons, death defying,
And wins, by longing, immortality.
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The Last Glass Bead Game Player
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A Toccata by Bach
Frozen silence. … Darkness prevails on darkness
One shaft of light breaks through the jagged clouds
Coming from nothingness to penetrate the depths,
Compound the night with day, build length and breadth,
Prefigure peak and ridge, declivities, redoubts,
A loose blue atmosphere, earth’s deep dense fullness.
That brilliant shaft disservers teeming generation
Into both deep and war, and in a frenzy of creation
Ignites a gleaming terrified new world.
All changes where the seeds of light descend,
Order arises, magnificence is heard
In praise of life, of victory to light’s great end.
The mighty urge glides on, to move
Its power into all creature’s being,
recalling far divinity, the spirit of God’s doing:
Now joy and pain, words, art, and song,
World towering on world in arching victory throng
With impulse, mind, contention, pleasure, love.
(Translated by Alex Page)
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A Dream
Guest at a monastery in the hills,
I stepped, when all the monks had gone to pray,
Into a book-lined room. Along
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Worship
In the beginning was the rule of sacred kings
Who hallowed field, grain, plow, who handed down
The law of sacrifices, set the bounds
To mortal men forever hungering
For the invisible Ones’ just ordinance
That holds the sun and moon in perfect balance
And whose forms in their eternal radiance
Feel no suffering, nor know death’s ambience.
Long ago the sons of the gods, the sacred line,
Passed, and mankind remained alone,
Embroiled in pleasure and pain, cut off from being,
Condemned to change unhallowed, unconfined.
But intimations of the true life never died,
And it is for us, in this time of harm
To keep, in metaphor and symbol and in psalm,
Reminders of that former sacred reverence.
Perhaps some day the darkness will be banned,
Perhaps some day the times will turn about,
The sun will once more rule us as our god
And take the sacrifices from our hands.
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Soap Bubbles
From years of study and of contemplation
An old man brews a work of clarity,
A gay and involuted dissertation
Discoursing on sweet wisdom playfully.
An eager student bent on storming heights
Has delved in archives and in libraries.
But adds the touch of genius when he writes
A first book full of deepest subtleties.
A boy, with bowl and straw, sits and blows,
Filling with breath the bubbles from the bowl.
Each praises like a hymn, and each one glows;
Into the filmy beads he blows his soul.
Old man, student, boy, all these three
Out of the Maya-foam of the universe
Create illusions. None is better or worse.
But in each of them the Light of Eternity
Sees its reflection, and burns more joyfully.
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After Dipping Into the Summa Contra Gentiles
To truth, it seems to us, life once was nearer,
The world ordered, intelligences clearer,
Wisdom and knoweldge were not yet divided,
They lived far more serenely, many-sided,
Those ancients of whom Plato, the Chinese,
relate their incandescent verities.
whenver we entered the temple of Aquinas,
The graceful Summa contra Gentiles,
A new world greeted us, sweet, mature,
A world of truth clarified and pure.
There all seemed lucid, Nature charged with Mind,
Man moving from God to Him, as He designed.
The Law, in one great formulary bound,
Forming a whole, a still unbroken round.
But we who belong to his posterity
Seem condemned to doubt and irony,
To journeys in the wilderness, to strife,
Obsessions, and longings for a better life.
But if our children’s children undergo
Such sufferings as ours, they will bestow
Praise upon us as blessed and as wise.
We will appear transfigured in their eyes,
For out of our lives’ harsh cacophonies
They will hear only fading harmonies,
The legends of an anguish often told,
The echoes of contentions long grown cold.
And those of us who trust ourselves the least,
Who doubt and question most, these, it may be
Will make their mark upon eternity,
And youth will turn to them as to a feast.
The time may come when a man who confessed
His self-doubts will be ranked among the blessed
Who never suffered anguish or knew fear,
Whose times were times of glory and good cheer,
Who lived like children, simple happy lives.
For in us too is part of that Eternal Mind
Which through the aeons calls to brothers of its kind:
Both you and I will pass, but it survives.
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Stages
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
so every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
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The Glass Bead Game
We re-enact with reverent attention
The universal chord, the masters’ harmony,
Evoking in unsullied communion
Minds and times of highest sanctity.
We draw upon the iconography
Whose mystery is able to contain
The boundlessness, the storm of all existence,
Give chaos form, and hold our lives in rein.
The pattern sings like crystal constellations,
And when we tell our beads, we serve the whole,
And cannot be dislodged or misdirected,
held in the orbit of the Cosmic Soul.
2006年3月27日 21:06:54
nunia:
谢谢，谢谢！
2006年6月7日 10:25:18
很不错哦,,支持呀,,,
2006年6月9日 4:52:52
很好呀,,,很不错哦,,,支持下啦
2006年6月16日 9:44:10
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2008年3月12日 7:11:58
Li Miao,
I’d like to mention that I like your poem. It’s somewhat belated, but better late
than never. You should write more poetry — I write one or two poems a year
myself, but I work on old poems now and then. It’s a different way of thinking
about reality.
2008年3月12日 13:39:23
Yun Wang：
一年写一两首，那一定是好的了。接受建议，我将来尝试一些。对我来说，韵律很关键，中国新诗的韵律不太好掌握。
2008年3月12日 15:38:30
李淼：上次请你帮忙，提供你知道的同学联系方式，不知可有？
2008年3月12日 18:44:53
汪显林：
我还找不到这些人的联系方式。最好你能够先给我一个名单。
2009年7月22日 20:21:04
磁单级就算存在，能被观察到吗？，一个表面为s级，中心为n级的球形磁铁对外将不显磁性。磁力线被球面阻断，而磁力线厌恶被阻断，所以对外磁性消失，但是将球体切开，又会回复本来的磁性，那么单磁级是否也会遇到同样的问题导致磁单级对外不显磁性呢？就算是一个s磁单子一个n磁单子也因为没有完整的磁力回路而不能相互吸引。也就是说磁单级可能就是普通的粒子？