Author Jamie; Yuxi Edited
This is a draft that has been lingering for a long time. I sit in Beijing, attempting to savor the post-snow Beijing, my last Beijing before heading to Shanghai. In early February, it's still a bit cold. I walked from home to a Starbucks on Dawang Road, ordered a cup of green tea, sat there for an entire afternoon. People came and went around me, taking advantage of 21st-century global communication, freely browsing the internet. The coffee shop patrons, sometimes furrowing their brows as they typed on their keyboards, sometimes relaxing with a smile. Some people gathered in twos, chatting happily. I held a cup of tea, sipping gently. The warmth rose to my glasses, and Starbucks seemed to have turned into a fairyland.
At times, not knowing what to do, the Starbucks Wi-Fi wasn't great, and the music in my headphones kept cutting out. A seemingly newly employed waiter next to me accidentally spilled a plate of new items, and a couple at the counter sipped plum wine. Stars fell on the 'R' sign, the quadrangle embracing tea bags. The jade pendant on my chest turned over like my lazy, sleepy cat. The weather isn't great today, but my mood is good. It seems like I've found a comfortable way to live, just as I mentioned in my video script for UChicago, learning from my cat philosopher—sometimes you need to work for a piece of chicken and cat food, and sometimes the meaning of life is lying in the afternoon sun. For me, sometimes I have to care about some trivial matters, but most of the time, the meaning of my life lies in wearing these pink socks today, and adjusting the tea bag in the cup so it won't be too bitter. Of course, sleep is also crucial, but unfortunately, the cable diggers downstairs don't think so.
Life, reading, new knowledge.
In the historical records of Emperor Gao of the Southern Qi Dynasty, it is written: "The Nine Palaces are Pong, Rui, Chong, Fu, Qin, Xin, Zhu, Ren, Ying, all of which have significant fortunes and misfortunes."
And what is my Dao?
这是一篇拖了很久的稿子，我坐在北京城里，尝试享受着雪后的北京，去上海前最后的北京。二月初，还是有点冷，我徒步从家走到大望路的一家星巴克，点了一杯绿茶，一坐坐了一下午，身边人来人往，仗着21世纪的全球通讯，在网络上肆意走马观花。身边的咖啡客时而眉头紧锁敲着键盘，时而放松地微笑；有的人两两相聚，聊得开心；我捧着一杯茶，轻轻喝着，热气腾上我的眼镜，星巴克似乎也成了仙境。
有些时候不知道要做些什么，星巴克的网不是很好，耳机里的音乐总是断断续续，身边看上去新入职的服务员打翻了一盘子的新品，吧台上的一对儿男女小酌着梅子酒。星星落在R字上，四合院儿圈揽着茶包儿，我胸口的玉坠又翻了个个儿——就像我那懒散爱睡觉的猫一样。今天天儿不好，但是我心情不错，我好像找到了一个舒服的方式活着，就像我u Chicago的video script里说的那样，向我的猫猫哲学家学习——有些时候你需要为了一口鸡肉和猫粮干活儿，有些时候生命的意义在于躺在午后的阳光中睡觉。对我来说，有些时候我需要不得不在乎一些屁事儿，可是多数时候我生命的意义在于今天可以穿这双粉色的袜子，还有调整好茶杯里的茶包儿，以至于不会太苦涩。当然，睡觉也是极为重要的，可惜楼下挖电缆的不这么觉得。
生活，读书，新知。
南齐 高帝本纪云：“九宫者，一蓬二芮三冲四辅五禽六心七柱八任九英，皆有大过不及之占。”
而我的道又是什么呢。