平凡的生活中还是有很多感人的时刻，祝福这个功夫熊猫和他的爱人，愿他们白头偕老！

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前几天从机场回来，半夜无事，想去买几张碟片。梅雨季节，小雨刚过，空气甜腻，我打开了车窗和天窗，慢悠悠的开车。路上不堵，我上了A8高速。多少年来，我们都已经习惯把沪杭高速说成A8，沪青平高速说成A9，外环线说成A20了，曾经有一天，他们突然都必成了沪昆高速G60，沪渝高速G50和G1501。我开了两年都没能缓过来。

 

上了沪闵高架，没开几公里因为过了半夜12点要封路维修而被赶了下来。在地上磨蹭到了延安路高架，心血来潮，说去亚洲第一弯看看，濒临外滩，打开了手机的拍照功能，沿着原来的路线，结果一头扎到一个隧道里了。回想了以前的新闻才想起来，亚洲第一弯已经没了。不知为何，想起我以前的小学也没了，不禁怅然，但想起我有一个朋友，小学，中学，高中，幼儿园，老家，爷爷奶奶家，外公外婆家都不在了，不禁释然。我一个朋友说，看来上海人不配有乡愁。可能中国人都不配有乡愁，为活的更好离开故乡，仿佛只有离开故乡才能活的更好，没成功永远漂泊，成功了在别处扎根，有雅致的故乡都没了，没雅致的不愿回故乡。那些在大城市出生的人可能幸运些，因为故乡不在千里外，但你在这个城市里成长的痕迹都没了，经常有朋友坐在车上说，诶诶诶，我以前小学在这，我扭头一看，XX豪庭。对于这些人，我只能安慰他们说，我听说过一个故事，有个外国人在上海上班，人家问他，你什么国家来的，那哥们忧伤的说，我的国家曾经叫南斯拉夫。相比起那哥们，至少这里还叫上海，并没有因为很多人下海了而改成了下海，这是我们的幸运。

 

从隧道里上来，好在外滩还在。开过外滩三号，我今年才第一次去过，因为做一个采访。再往前一些，上海都已经有了华尔道夫酒店了。看来只要你富有，上海就能愉悦你。我穿过了淮海路，来到卢湾区。可是卢湾区已经没有了。我虽然是一个乡下人，但是对卢湾区还是有着深厚的感情，基本上进城来谈事一大半时候都会约在卢湾区，现如今，这里是黄浦区了，想起自己快开到了黄浦区的新天地，一时有些不习惯。但话说党的一大遗址都在卢湾区，既然连党都不在乎，咱还有什么可留恋的，反正我们也习惯了，该改革的永远不改革，不该改革的一直在改革。开过黄浦区的淮海路，想取道华山路去徐家汇，结果开一半，自古华山一条路，如今还是在修路，绕道了以后直接去了古北。那里有一些开的晚的碟店。

 

古北在上海算高档的住宅区，很多老外生活在此，估计是因为古北离开机场很近，一旦时局不稳，他们能以最快的速度到机场。我在路边停下，突然有个喝醉的年轻人大喊，谁让你停在这里，开好车就能乱停啊，滚，滚。我看那家碟店已经关了，便自动滚开，往前开过了仙霞路，看见了三个喝了些酒的姑娘，她们互相搀扶，踉跄走着。我在前面几百米停下车来买碟，他们对着我的车大骂道，有钱人了不起啊，开好车了不起啊，你们没一个好东西。

 

我忍不住回头看了一眼自己开的车，一台几十万的常见黑色轿车，在这个满眼名车的大都市里，真有那么好么。可能因为我以前都是关窗开车，所以不曾听见外面说话。我不知他们为什么哀愁，反正我若在这个城市里艰难生存，我未必不需要发泄。还没走几步，一台白色的敞篷林宝坚尼从边上开过，驾驶座上一个二十多岁的女孩。我吓得忙转身看三姑娘，亏得其中一人在扶墙呕吐，还有两人在拍他后背，谁都没有看见。

 

到碟店前是一片绿化带，我看见一个小伙子背着两个大麻袋在捡矿泉水瓶，我走过时他正好转过身来，戴着太阳帽和口罩，帽檐压很低。明显他不想在白天出来，也不想让人看见。我想他们也许是那些无数给家里发短信说“我在上海，活的很好”中的一员。我移开视线，走进碟店，碟店里的伙计说，帅哥，《建党伟业》看过伐？

 

我说，我一直在看。

 

上苍还是待我很好，他感到我的疼痛，于是选择在早晨给我了良药。感谢我的好朋友Peter，从远方给我带了我需要的东西。虽然只有一面之交，却已注定了两个人的友谊。

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

Andy when i read this, i thought of you and heck, me too
this is in some ways me – the attitude i have always had with the users and all the IT people i had the privilege of meeting day after day at UL
No matter the kinds of viruses and trojans, the 1st thing i always did with any person infected, i told them they were not at fault – i made them feel at ease and safe in my hands and that they would help me most if they stayed with their computer and helped me get the bugs out
every person i worked with became my friends both the users and the IT people and language barriers, i found ways around my limited capability by using translator programs or just by pictures of things we talked about – or even just finding another who wrote their dialect
and always no matter who they were, i always thanked them for their time and for their help
sure, it did not help me keep my job, but most of the dozens of friends i made, continue to ask how i am doing – even now after being unemployed from UL for over 14 months … and on lucky days, some of you from far away, have a meal with me which is good for friends, even the nuttiest of them – me
it is my meaning of life – to always greet everyone with love, not a chip on the shoulder, not hate, not that they are different color, or speak language i not know, and religion is each individuals right and why would it matter that they were born poor and that they are woman and that they may be fat … each human has the right to be who they choose to be and i am just one of the many and i try not to change others to be like me, Except to learn to be tolerant and to love openly and to smile even as the bullet stops my life for death is not the end … the end is having No friends
always be kind to all others, for each of us has hard battles we endure
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