治川必先治水，驾驭了水也便驾驭了四川的命脉。于是在古代，治水者便是兴邦者，赢得后世之尊重与膜拜。长城早已丧失其御敌之初衷，蜕变成纯粹的历史遗迹；而于此同时期兴建的都江堰水利工程却历尽千载洗尘，至今仍发挥着其治水的作用。川主寺，二王庙，供奉的便是四川的治水先驱李冰父子，单从寺庙的名目，不难看出父子两人在四川的历史地位。供坛前烟火不断，香烛缭绕。他们接受着千千万万巴蜀后代的虔诚膜拜，听着脚下岷江亘古不变的青春之歌，饱含先人之希冀，泽及眼前这方48.81万平方公里的巴蜀大地，万代子民……

06年底的入川清晰如昨。从上海北上徐州，跨陇海线至宝鸡，然后扭头南下宝成线。相比陇海的孤寂与单调，宝成并不寂寞：翻山越岭总能给像我这般在平原上长大的人带来几分新意，嘉陵江也是“哗哗地”为我洗尘，不曾离开过视线，直到广元。“我到广元了”这是我发给贾可的短信，便于他掌握成都接站的时间。“欢迎入川”，他的回复，主人的姿态，很热情！

广元，随即江油、绵阳、德阳、广汉，最后成都。本来两边的高山退位给现代化的水泥建筑，夜幕下的霓虹灯勾勒出城市的轮廓。走出成都站，贾可和我同时看到了对方，几步快跑，几句寒暄，一个拥抱。两年多没见，他胖了。晚上安顿完以后，我们便在西南财大边享用了串串。神仙般的生活，不胖也难。

“拜水都江堰，问道青城山”，拜水问道后，我们便计划去圆搁浅3年的九寨梦了。

国道G213，北起甘肃兰州，经成都，过云南昆明，南抵景洪。其兰（州）成（都）段串着汶川、茂县，串着松潘县、川主寺镇，左靠岷江，右枕群山，气贯长虹般绵延于巴蜀腹地。山高而水恶，所谓“蜀道难，难于上青天”，于此，可见一斑。导游曾经告诉我们这段路上每天都会发生交通事故，导游也说给中央要人开车的司机，都是在这条路上训练出来了。当时去的路上以为是笑谈，危言耸听；但回来的路上，直至今日，我却绝对相信。国道上驴车与汽车并行不悖，大山的阻隔滞后了现代化的发展，路边的房屋与居民的穿着会让你觉得时间倒流。两边山体大多高度钙化，无植被覆盖，一眼就可以清晰看到曾经泥石流在山腰上留下的印迹。一路上，靠窗的乘客都神经紧绷地凝视着那些山体，唯恐有落石侵袭。车窗总是像擦着崖壁过去的，有惊无险。山，房屋，岷江，国道，房屋，又是山，这样单调的条形地理分布贯穿了G213成都－川主寺镇段。

九寨很美，但至今回想起那段旅行的时候，第一个从脑中浮现的却不是九寨的美，而是返程路上当导游宣布“我们已经顺利到达茂县”后那一阵全团旅客不约而同的掌声，经久不衰。这是第一次因为到达目的地而鼓掌：庆幸自己还活着，也感谢司机的技术和敬业。

如今，记忆中安详的四川变成了全世界瞩目的灾区。成都、绵阳、都江堰 ……所有记忆中可爱的城市都在经历着血雨腥风的生死考验。G213满目疮痍，二王庙倒了，汶川平了，茂县平了……

有时候，多想从未驻足于此，但我，却真真切切地去过那里。我曾经说去四川耍了三个礼拜是我毕业后最值的一次旅行，而如今记忆的糖衣耗尽，灼痛。

后记：

昨天早上，在小区门口等Alex一起去体育馆的时候，一个西装革履的美国男子朝我走来，寒暄过后，他切入主题：

——Is God love?

始料未及的问题，而他手中握着的分明就是《圣经》。出于尊重，即便我全然否定他可能提出的论点，我也必须仔细聆听。他熟练地翻到John 4:8，把自己粗大的右手食指固定在那页的右下角，上边露出一行字：God is love。作为反证，他提及了中国的地震，东南亚的海啸，路易斯安那的飓风……

——Now that God is love, why does God commit these?

这是个有趣而严肃的问题：谁是真爱？谁在怜悯世间苍生？

是李氏父子么？是上帝么？噙着眼泪看了那么多报道，我想每个人都该有答案了然于心了。

You can seldom smell a trace of winter in FL. This is Dec, but the flowers flourish in the winter, or more precisely, despite the winter. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUd4gT5LnPU&watch_response

Dashed the dream of back-to-back national football title, came however the storming news that Gator Tim Tebow won Heisman Trophy, the individual Oscar for the best performance during current year’s college football competition.

Bill once told me that in history no freshman or sophomore could win Heisman.

Bill also told me that judgers do not seem to favor Gator Nation, too much glorious halo has been crowned for UF, too many national titles, too many…

Tim Tebow, the Gator quarterback, unfortunately is a sophomore Gator!

Gators thus do not expect so much for the Heisman, despite the incredible fact that Tebow’s 51 TD's, 3970 yards this year.

But he made it, a sophomore Gator quarterback made it! Note the cast on his right hand (non-throwing hand) in the show, hurt when playing against FSU. No pay no gain, and he paid, paid a lot.

Gator football offers surprises every year. What the football team is supposed to give next year? Just wait and see! Go Gators!!

The tranquility of the night was suddenly torn by a burst of laughter, followed by the music, loud talk, and cheerful acclamation from the neighboring apartment… God, party again!

Quiet amplified every otherwise muffled sound. No way to fall asleep, so the earplugs served their purpose.

Next morning, when I opened my eyes, I caught the unusual light cast from outside, I knew something bad happened: It should be dark; it should be 6:30 had I been woken up by the alarm-clock which now read 8:15, I should be sitting in the classroom at this time.

That was the earplugs: when they were inflating in my ear canal, the outside world disappeared, including my alarm-clock. I laughed a mute laughter: Oh, man, you earplugs, so effective, so high-quality that I even dare not to use you whenever there is first period class next morning.

Xu Di’s newly bought Thinkpad, my speakers and 17# LCD: this was the best combination of the computers in our dorm. We relished the chance to exploit this “luxurious” computer and enjoy the downloaded high-resolution movies. Dorm was Movie Theater then.

That was show time: showing off Xu’s Thinkpad (He declaimed that it was with such smoothness that his beloved computer processed the otherwise lagged frames), as well as the unforgettable "The Bourne Identity" I and II.

Never imagine that the last part of Bourne’s Series was watched at Regal Gainesville Cinema 14 last night with Arsen, about 18 months after those movie nights.

Arsen, 3 years of my junior, was born in Russia, (or specifically in Soviet) attended senior high school and pursued his B.S. degree both in Miami."People went to University of Miami for two reasons", Arsen once told me, "One is the beach and the other is the Cuban Club." "Then which one is your reason?" I asked. "Because my whole family is there…" He is a movie lover, but there is some difficulty when we talk about movies. I seldom memorize English name of the movies and enormous stars. So we have to take the painful step to imply which movie we are talking about from the description of the story. "Anyhow, it is practice," Arsen comforted me, "and it's interesting."

We are now lab-mates.

On the weekend of the first complete week after the new semester started, and after enduring the unfathomable Linear Algebra taught by an Indian teacher, Arsen and I decided to “indulge” ourselves, to go further beyond the campus, to watch “Bourne’s Ultimatum”.

Impressive movie, sound atmosphere, happy ending - despite the stinking cold air-conditioner - were worth the money. The main character is Matt Damon: I should remember it!

“What is ultimatum?” I asked Arsen when he drove me home, and got the meaning after his patient explanation. He dropped me at the entrance to our apartment: it was already mid-night.

On opening the door, roommate told me surprisingly that the little creature haunting in our kitchen is not a roach, but a mouse, a small one, smaller than the palm size. He witnessed it.

I called Arsen 15 minutes later to make sure that he reached his apartment safe, and by the way told him the “creature’s identity” in our kitchen.

“I will contact the leasing office and ask for help after the Labor Day, you know, living with mice is really… uncomfortable, so the mice have three more days to enjoy…” I said.

“I give you 3 days, leave my kitchen or you die: your choice. This is my ultimatum to the mice…” I added.

“Well, that IS ultimatum, you got it.” I heard Arsen’s laughter from the other end of the phone.