拿到车票，我乐了，不是去青岛么，怎么变走“四方”了？也好也好，从走“四方”开始，开始走四方。

上周末的事情，周五晚上出发，周一早上顺返。想写篇长长的游记，在纸上划来划去，感觉散的不行，滕(teng,四声，找不到这个字，可能是我们的方言，先用这个，表示磨蹭)到了今天，仍然连不成串。索性就这么散着吧，前面的内容见PP，后半晌因为是眼睛记录，列在下面：

海纳百川，取则行远。——海洋大学校训，其内水产馆，1903年的建筑，德侵占青岛时的俾斯麦兵营营房，德国新哥特式建筑。

占了地势起伏，依山而建，随坡而走的尖顶圆屋，有突出来的敦实窗楞，原石堆出的厚重。

冯远君、陆侃如故居（小鱼山区）：阶前罗花，庭中张树；同一类的建筑，四棱尖收顶，另有圆攒的；木的房檐，石子在尖顶的前面壁上竟铺成了装饰的图案；错落的木篱笆，围拢的菜畦和小园。

青岛市民俗博物馆（走回栈桥的时候，顺带逛的）

穿过老舍公园，浙江路天主教堂，让我好一阵驻足，你可以看画、听讲、想图片，但你慕不到当时的云，当时的天，当时一变换脚步，就有新的的视角，新的震撼。

那一下午，我一个人穿过一个个街道，回到栈桥的海边，再穿过一个个街道。走了很多路，拍了很多东西进眼睛。造化、自然、历史、时间，这些个在我心里翻腾，很有一些感动，想着《心灵捕手》（夹一段吧，给达达：能想象你和仲妹在青岛的幸福生活只是当时只顾了逛了，没想起来联系 其实在青岛不是完全没有想起你，这会儿就想到了，心灵捕手是你老早推荐的，前段时间才看，真的很不错！）里sean对will的一段话：

尚恩：问你艺术，你可能会提出艺术书籍中的粗浅论调，有关米开朗基罗，你知道很多，他的政治抱负、他和教皇…性向，所有作品，对吗？但你不知道西斯汀教堂的气味，你从没站在那儿观赏过天花板，我看过。如果我问关于女人的事，你八成会说出个人偏好的谬论，你可能上过几次床，但你说不出在女人身旁醒来很幸福的滋味。问战争，你会说莎士比亚的话"共赴战场，亲爱的朋友"，但你从没接近过战争，从没有把好友的头抱在膝盖上，看着他吐出最后一口气。问爱情，你会引述十四行诗，但你没看过女人的脆弱，她能以双眼击倒你，感觉上帝让天使为你下凡，她能从地狱救出你，你不解当她的天使的滋味，拥有对她的爱，直到永远。经历这一切，经历癌症。你无法体会在医院睡两个月，因为医生一看到你就知道，会客时间的规定对你无效。你不了解真正的失去，唯有爱别人胜于自己才能体会...

SEAN ：So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life's work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling…seen that. If I ask you about women, 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 it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I ask you about war, you'd probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more unto the breach, dear friends…" But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap…and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to you for help. I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable……known someone that could level you with her eyes……feelin' like God put an angel on earth just for you……who could rescue you from the depths of hell……and you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel……to have that love for her, be there forever…through anything…through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss……'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself… 

    所以，别看了，说你呢，这是我的

    去吧，走你自己的，过你的生活，连缀你的人生，感动你的感动。我是要去的，作不专业的背包客，随心任性的金行者，行者金，哈哈，开心