数学是最浪漫的,它比世上任何语言都要煽情。不说话,细品,它已然高出我们对生活的禅悟。乍似听见,这些简单的数字和除法,在盛大的春,惊落了一树桃花。即使我们能够躲过这盈满春水的眼,想必也难逃离这朴素的隐喻。想起多年前喜欢的一首校园歌曲《悲伤的双曲线》。歌词里说:“如果我是双曲线,你就是那渐近线;如果我是反比例函数,你就是那坐标轴。虽然我们有缘,能够生在同一个平面;然而我们又无缘,慢慢长路无交点。为何看不见,等式成立要条件。难道正如书上说的,无限接近不能达到。为何看不见,明月也有阴晴圆缺,此事古难 Mathematics is the most romantic, it is sensational than any language in the world. Do not speak, fine, it is already higher than our Zen enlightenment of life. At first glance like to hear that these simple numbers and their division, in the grand spring, have shaken off a peach blossom. Even if we can escape this filled eyes of spring, presumably also can not escape from this simple metaphor. Think of a campus song ”sad hyperbola" that I enjoyed years ago. If you’re a hyperbolic, you’re the asymptote, and if I’m an inverse function, you’re the axis, and although we’re related, we’re able to live in the same plane, yet we’re out of chance and slowly growing There is no point in the road, why we can not see it, and the conditions for the establishment of the equation are: As the book says, it can not be reached without any limit.