随笔Essays

我为什么还在做 AI4SWhy I'm Still Doing AI4S

当人的理解成了整件事里最慢的一环，人继续参与研究，还真的有价值吗？一篇关于我为什么还在做 AI4S 的长自述——从无头苍蝇般的本科，到量子输运、DeePTB 与 McGill。When the speed of human understanding becomes the slowest link in the whole chain, is there still any value in a person staying in the loop? A long personal essay on w...

二十八The Twenty-Eighth

腊月二十八要回老家祭祖：方桌、供饭、烧香磕头。那桌摆得一丝不苟的斋饭，青花瓷上顶着滚圆的白饭团，竟像一幅静物画——生活琐事加上一点刻意，就升格成了某种超日常的东西。On the twenty-eighth of the last lunar month we go back to the old house to honor the ancestors: the square table, the offered food, the incense and the kowtows. That ...

隔壁的琴声The Piano Next Door

这幽幽的琴声我断定是隔壁人家的。半个月来它几乎每天飘来，轻得常听不出曲子，像老朋友一样混进背景，直到我开始怀疑：什么是可信的，什么又不是？This faint piano, I'm certain, comes from next door. For half a month it has drifted over almost daily, so soft I often can't make out the tune — an old friend blended...

猫的午睡The Cat's Nap

那只猫正趴在我腿上睡去，只有脑袋上的心形灰斑一动不动。我放慢十倍去看它呼吸的起伏，脑子里冒出一个奇怪的比喻——一颗白色的心脏。The cat has fallen asleep on my lap, and only the heart-shaped grey patch on its head stays still. Slowing its breathing tenfold in my mind, I land on a strange image ...

咬人猫The Biting Cat

家里那只贼眉鼠眼的短毛猫，总在你伸手的瞬间触电般回身，用爪子和嘴一起够你——记刚回家几天，就被它拐跑的日子。The furtive short-haired cat at home spins around the instant you reach out, going for your hand with claw and teeth at once — a few days back home, and it had already...

菜籽虾油Rapeseed Oil, Shrimp Oil

用剥下的虾壳熬一罐虾油，冷油下锅便激起浓香。家里只剩一小桶菜籽油——那股冲鼻的青涩气味，把我带回溱湖边爷爷奶奶那片金灿灿的油菜田。A jar of shrimp oil rendered from the peeled shells sends up a thick fragrance the moment the cold oil hits the pan. Only a little rapeseed oil is left at home — and i...

香Incense

回家闻到熟悉的廉价线香味，那也算是家的味道之一。逢月初十五点香、信佛的奶奶每天四点起床做早课——我捏着一根线香挥来挥去，看青烟怎么也画不出图案，直直冒起，又折叠、分裂、消散。Coming home to the familiar smell of cheap stick incense — that, too, is one of the smells of home. Incense on the first and fifteenth of the lunar month; a devout gra...