Travel of Soul:




《死亡诗社》Dead Poets Society(又译:春风化雨)


    《船长,我的船长》Oh ,captain ,my captain! 
  Gather ye rosebuds while ye may/Old time is still a-flying/And this same flowers that smiles today/Tomorrow will be dying
    因为信不信由你,这个房间里的每个人,总有一天都要停止呼吸,僵冷,死亡。我要你们向前到这儿来,细细玩味过去的面孔,你们经过这儿无数次,但从未真正看过他们,和你的差异并不大,对吧?同样的发型,和你们一样精力旺盛,和你们一样不可一世,世界都在他们的掌握之中,他们认为注定要成就大事,和大多数的你们一样,他们的双眼充满了希望,和你们一样。他们是否虚度时光,到最后一无所成?因为各位所见到的……这些男孩现在都已化为尘土了,如果你们仔细倾听,便能听见他们在低声耳语,附耳过去,仔细听,听见了?CARPE..。听见了吗?CARPE... CARPE DIEM 及时行乐,孩子们,让你的生命超越凡俗。 
   Becuase believe or not, each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die. I'd like you to step forward of you and peruse some of the faces from the past. They're not that different from you , are they? Same haircuts. 
   Full of hormones. Just like you. Invincible just like you fell. The world is their oyster. They belive they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives evenone iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentelman, these boys are now fertilising daffodils. 
   But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it ? Carpe...hear it?...Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day, boys, make your lives extrordinary。

   To fully understand poetry, we must first be fluent with its meter, rhyme and figures of speech, then ask two questions: 1) How artfully has the objective of the poem been rendered and 2) How important is that objective? 
    我们不是在接水管。We're not laying pipe。 
    惟有在梦中,人们才是真正自由的。Only in their dreams can men be truly free。 
   Learn to think for yourselves again. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world。 
   We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what we stay alive for。 
   The Dead Poets was dedicated to "sucking the marrow out of life"。 
   We weren't a Greek organization. We were Romantics. We didn't just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created。 
  I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived。 
   (Alfred Lord Tennyson)Come my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset. And though we are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;-- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield。 
   Then I had religion, then I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black, cutting through the forest with a golden track。 

   language was developed for one endeavor, and that is? 
   To communicate...No,to woo women。 
   we must constantly look at things in a different way。 
   Just when you think you know something, you have to look at it in another way. Even though it may seem silly or wrong, you must try! Now, when you read, don't just consider what the author thinks. Consider what you think。 
   Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all。 
   Most men lead lives of quiet desperation。(Thoreau)Don't be resigned to that. Break out! Don't just walk off the edge like lemmings。 

   For me, sport is actually a chance for us to have other human beings push us to excel。 
   Oh to struggle against great odds. To meet enemies undaunted。 
   To be a sailor of the world, bound for all ports。 
   Oh, I live to be the ruler of life, not a slave。 
   To mount the scaffolds. To advance to the muzzle of guns with perfect nonchalance。 
   To dance, clap hands, exalt, shout, skip, roll on, float on。 
   Oh, to have life henceforth the poem of new joys。 
   To indeed be a god! 

   I see a sweetness in her smile. Blight light shines from her eyes. But life is complete; contentment is mine, Just knowing that... just knowing that she's alive。 
   Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things. Just don't let your poems be ordinary。 
    3。惠特曼“站在世界屋脊上,我喊出我野性的狂叫”I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world。 
   一个牙齿流汗的疯子a sweaty-toothed madman。 
   我闭上眼睛,他的形象在我眼前晃悠I close my eyes. this image floats beside me。 
   一个牙齿流汗的疯子,瞪得我心怦怦直跳A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain。 
   他伸出手,掐信我的脖子His hands reach out and choke me。 
   他一直在念叨真理all the time he's mumbling.Truth。 
   Truth is like, like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it will just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream。 

   the difficulty in maintaining your own beliefs in the face of others。 
   we all have a great need for acceptance. But you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even though the herd may go。 
   I want you to find your own walk right now. Your own way of striding, pacing. Any direction. Anything you want. Whether it's proud, whether it's silly, anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours。 
    你们用不着表演,完全为你自己。You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself。 
    要敢于逆流而上。Swim against the stream。 


《心灵捕手》Good Will Hunting(又译:骄阳似我)




Sean——So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny onEvery art book ever written. 


Michelangelo. You know a lot about him:life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexualorientation, the whole works, right? 


But I bet you can't tell me whatit smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood thereand looked up at that beautiful ceiling…seeing that. 


If I ask you aboutwomen, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what itfeels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. 


You're atough kid. And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throwShakespeare at me, right? "Once more onto the breach, dear friends…"


But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend'shead in your lap…and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to youfor help. 


I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me a sonnet. Butyou've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable……


Knownsomeone that could level you with her eyes……feelin' like God put anangel on earth just for you……who could rescue you from the depths ofhell……

四目交投时彼此了解对方的心,好比上帝安排天使下凡只献给你,把你从地狱深渊拯救出来And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel……to havethat love for her, be there forever…through anything…through cancer. 


And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in a hospital room fortwo months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in youreyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. 


You don't knowabout real loss……'cause that only occurs when you love something morethan you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody thatmuch. 


I look at you.I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see acocky, scared-shitless kid. 


But you're a genius, Will. No one deniesthat. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. 


But youpresume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting ofmine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. 


You're an orphan, right? Do youthink I know the first thing about how hard your life has been? How youfeel? Who you are? Because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulateyou?


Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you knowwhat? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin'book. 


Unless, you wanna talk about you…who you are. Then I 'm fasciated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you? You'reterrified of what you might say.




Will——This girl's, like, perfect right now. I don't wanna ruin that.


Sean——Maybe you're perfect right now. Maybe you don't wanna ruin that. But I think that's a super philosophy. That way, you can go through your entire life without ever having to really know anybody.


People call these things "imperfections," but they're not.That's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let into our weird little worlds.


You're not perfect. And let me save you the suspense.This girl you met, she isn't perfect either.But the question is whether or not you're perfect for each other.That's the whole deal. That's what intimacy is all about.Now you can know everything in the world, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot.




Sean-You ever think about gettin' remarried?-My wife's dead.


Will- Hence the word "remarried." - She's dead.


Will-Well, I think that's a super philosophy, Sean..I mean, that way, you can actually go through the rest of your life...without ever really knowing anybody.




That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar 20 years ago...and how I always regretted not goin' over and talkin' to her.


I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy.I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick,and I don't regret the last years when she got really sick. And I sure as hell don't regret missin' a damn game.That's regret.




Will——I look at a piano, I see a bunch of keys, three pedals and a box of wood.But Beethoven, Mozart-- They saw it. They could just play.I couldn't paint you a picture. I probably can't hit the ball out of Fenway.

Skylan——But you can do my O-chem paper in under an hour.


Will——Right. Well, I mean, when it came to stuff like that, I could always just play.



Most days I wish I never met you,because then I could sleep at night.I didn't have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there.I didn't have to watch you throw it all away.



-Do you have a soul mate?-Define that.-Somebody who challenges you.I'm talking about someone who opens up things for you, touches your soul.


- I got.- Who?- I got plenty.Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Connor, Kant, Pope, Locke--That's great. They're all dead.- Not to me they're not.


- You don't have a lot of dialogue with them.You can't give back to them.That's what I'm saying.You'll never have that kind of relationship in a world...where you're always afraid to take the first step,because all you see is every negative thing ten miles down the road. 



Sean——There's honor in takin' that 40-minute train ride so those college kids could come in in the morning and their floors are clean.


I just have a little question here. You could be a janitor anywhere.Why did you work at the most prestigious technical college in the whole fuckin' world?Why did you sneak around at night and finish other people's formulas...that only one or two people in the world could do and then lie about it?'


Cause I don't see a lot of honor in that.




Every day I come by your house, and I pick you up.We go out and have a few drinks and few laughs, and it's great.You know what the best part of my day is?It's for about ten seconds: from when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door.'Cause I think maybe I'll get up there and I'll knock on the door and you won't be there.No "good-bye," no "see ya later." No nothing. You just left.I don't know much, but I know that.




Sean-It's not your fault...




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