登高以博见

　　“天地有大美而不言”，庄子如是说。因此，我们若想看到无言的大美，便需要有广阔的视野。然而，立于平地，土丘之上的目光常被阻隔，孔子登东山而小鲁登泰山而小天下便已告诉我们，要有广阔的视野，必先有绝对的高度。
　　金圣叹先生死前还不忘让儿子将“大有胡桃味”的花生加咸菜吃法传与世人，刑场上还能将砍头之痛与喝酒之快并成为“痛快”。有人说他太无厘头，殊不知正式他这站在生死之上的高度让他对生活充满热情的同时，丝毫不畏惧死亡。超脱生死的视野，可谓大矣。
　　人们称林则徐为近代中国放眼看世界的第一人。有请以来的闭关锁国催生的是一批目光狭隘又自视甚高的迂腐文人，林则徐在却卓然超群与众不同。试问他为何会有如此开阔之眼界在当时便知要师夷长技？林公自拟对联一幅是最好的答案，“苟利国家生死以，岂因祸福避趋之”。国家、民族的利益的支撑，让林则徐登上当时思想之高峰，放眼世界飞速之巨变。
　　北国的雪在鲁迅严重是死掉的雨，是雨的精魂。因为他站在民族精神之上，所以雨雪在他眼中是荷戟独行的战士。海燕在高尔基眼中是勇敢的精灵。因为他站在征服的勇气之上，所以，暴风雨般的困难在他眼中只会化成更强大的动力。
　　能在雨中读出斗志在风暴中看出拼搏，是多么深邃而高远的视野。但谁又能说以教育为己任，泽被后世的李桂林陆建芬夫妇的事业不开阔呢？谁又能说千里奔波雪中送炭抗冰雪救震灾的十三位唐山农民兄弟视野不开阔呢？作为教师，李桂林夫妇站在师德之上看到中国发展要靠教育。作为普通农民，他们站在一方有难八方支援的口号之上看到了走出困境要靠大家齐心协力。
　　今天的人们，九天揽月、无恙猎奇、追踪生命、敲击原子，我们看到了许许多多先人不曾看过的景象，我们的视野广阔五笔。科学技术便是我们的高地，望远镜显微镜更加深了我们的目力。
　　荀子说：“吾尝跂而望矣，不如登高之博见也。”没错，站得高，看得远。

还勇气的本来面目

　　堂吉诃德，一个瘦骨嶙峋的老头，骑着匹同样瘦弱不堪的老妈，一身可笑的盔甲，高举长枪，大概就是块废铁，悍然站在“风车巨人”面前叫嚣着，有人说，这是挑战强权的勇气，我却不敢苟同。勇气，哪里是这样的呢？
　　易水送别时，高渐离击筑，荆轲和而歌，那慷慨激昂的曲调，让人浑身血液直往脑袋冲，瞠目不算，连头发也能上指冠。然而一场刺秦的闹剧演过之后，秦王没死，燕国反倒始速祸焉。世人多赞叹荆轲勇气可嘉，我却觉得这只是匹夫之勇，如炮仗炸响，声惊四座，之后也之余一缕青烟，几张残片。
　　是时候了，还勇气的本来面目。莽撞行事不是勇气，一意孤行不是勇气。勇气应有智慧依伴。
　　人说伴君如伴虎，有人仗义执言，气节令人钦佩，却死于虎口。而像邹忌、触龙这样的人，或对君王晓之以理，或对统治者动之以情，没有激烈的争辩，没有言辞的交锋，甚至不像在劝谏，只是四两拨千斤。这才是真正的勇气。其实，勇气本身就包含有智慧的一面，凡事非要刀光剑影你死我活，只能叫冲动。
　　为什么孔子不与暴虎冯河之人共事，为什么孟子说有小勇与大勇之分，原因也在这里，无谋者只会意气用事，当勇气之桶缺少了智谋这一块木板，是装不了水的。
　　然而，现在的人，锋芒毕露无惧无畏的同时，也在干着些傻事。几年前，北大山鹰社的登山队员，缺乏专业指导，竟在冬天想从北坡登珠峰，最终将年轻的生命奉与雪山，激情澎湃也被那寒冷与冰霜扑灭殆尽。我得承认几位大学生敢想敢做，但他们与勇气的距离，还有那么一小步。事前的专业训练、可行性论证和周密的计划，有了这些，又怎会有葬身雪岭的悲剧发生呢？
　　凶猛如雄鹰，尚要在悬崖筑巢而不敢平地起居，危险如毒蛇，也要身披保护色外衣而不会明目张胆四处游走，不是他们没有勇气，面对猎物，雄鹰的利爪不会手软，遇到敌人，蛇的出击也快如闪电，但聪明的他们，更懂得勇气需要智慧为依托才不免陷于被动。
　　还勇气的本来面目，冲动莽撞，这些本就与勇气没有交集，而多思善想则正是勇气的一部分。

《心灵捕手》部分台词

1.about the painting
　　WILL: The sky's fallin' on your head. The waves are crashin' over your little boat.The oars are about to snap. You just piss in your pants. You're cryin' for the harbor. So maybe you do what you gotta do to get out. You know, maybe you became a psychologist.
　　SEAN:Bingo. That's it. Let me do my job now. You start with me. Come on.
　　
2.treatment
　　SEAN ： Stayed up half the night thinkin' about it. Something occurred to me. I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, and I haven't thought about you since. You know what occurred to me?
　　SEAN ： You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea of what you're talkin' about.
　　SEAN： So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny of 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 the beautiful ceiling, seen that.
　　SEAN：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 if 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 bee near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin' to your for help.
　　I ask you about love, you'll probably quote me s 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 and 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 anyghin, 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.
　　I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you. I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possible understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been? How you feel? Who you are? Because I read Oliver TWist?Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about all that. Because you know what? 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 fasci ated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say.
　　
3.about Sean's wife
　　SEAN ： Oh, Christ. But, Will, she's been dead two years, and that's the shit I remember. It's wonderful stuff, you know? Little things like that. Ah, but, those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncracies that only I knew about. That's what made her my wife. Oh, and she had the goods on me too. She knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections. But they're not. Ah……that's the good stuff. And then we get to choose who we let our weird worlds. You're not perfect, sport. 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, sport, but the only way you're findin' out that one is by givin' it a shot. You certainly won't learn it from an old fucker like me. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell a pissant like you.
　　
　　
4.National Security Agency
　　WILL：Oh, com'on, I mean, that is what you do. You guys handle 80 percent of the intelligence workload. You're seven times the size of the CIA.
　　NSA：We don't like to brag about that, Will. So, the way I see it, the question isn't Why SHOULD you work for the NSA? The question is: Why shouldn't you?
　　WILL：Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk, somethin' no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, cus' I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in...
　　WILL：...North Africa or the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding... Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, Send inthe marines to secure the area" cus' they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, cus' they were off pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cus' he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' cus' every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President.
　　
5.soul mate
　　SEAN： Do you have a soul mate?
　　WILL ： Do I ha…? Define that.
　　SEAN ： Somebody who challenges you.
　　WILL ： I have Chuckie
　　SEAN ： No, Chuckie's family. He'd lie down in fuckin' traffic for you. No, I'm talkin' about someone who opens up things for you, touches your soul.
　　WILL ： I got-I got…
　　SEAN ： Who?
　　WILL ： I got plenty.
　　SEAN ： Well, name them.
　　WILL ： Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Frost, O'Connor, Kant, Pope, Locke.
　　SEAN ： That's great. They're all dead.
　　WILL ： Not to me, they're not.
　　SEAN ： No, You don't have a lot of dialogue with them. You can't give back to them, Will.
　　WILL ： No, not without some serious smelling salts and a heater.
　　SEAN ： Yeah. Well, 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.
　　
　　　　
6.Chuckie
　　CHUCKIE：It's a way outta here.
　　WILL：What do I want a way outta here for? I want to live here the rest of my life. I want to be your next-door neighbor. I want to take out kids to little league together up Foley Field.
　　CHUCKIE：Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way, but in 20 years, if you're livin' next door to me, comin' over watchin' the Patriots’ games and still workin' construction, I'll kill you. And that's not a threat, that's a fact. I’ll kill you.
　　WILL：Chuckie, what are you talkin'...
　　CHUCKIE：Listen, you got somethin' that none of us have.
　　WILL：Why is it always this? I owe it to myself? What if I don't want to?
　　CHUCKIE：Fuck you. You owe it to me. Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be fifty and I'll still be doin' this. And that's all right 'cause I'm gonna make a run at it. But you, you're sittin' on a winning lottery ticket and you're too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that's bullshit 'cause I'd do anything to have what you got! And so would any of these guys. It'd be a insult to us if you're still here in twenty years.
　　WILL：You don't know that.
　　CHUCKIE：Let me tell you what I do know. Every day I come by to pick you up, and we go out drinkin' or whatever and we have a few laughs. But you know what the best part of my day is? The ten seconds before I knock on the door 'cause I let myself think I might get there, and you'd be gone. I'd knock on the door and you wouldn't be there. You just left.
　　CHUCKIE (cont'd)：Now, I don't know much. But I know that.


　　还有一段，Sean对Will连续说了7遍It's not your fault.然后Will抱着Sean痛哭……