历史不是沉睡在书本和地壳里的遗迹,历史所繁衍的文化是我们每天温习的课程。一位香港历史系高材生的独特视角,一定会是你写作时的精彩素材,更是你反思生活的细致入口。说起来,我是颇讨厌电话铃声的。或许是常常一个人在屋子里,习惯了安静,每当电话铃声大作时,高调、间歇而精准的声音,打破空气中的宁静,无声的场域倏地从半空中裂开,仿佛镜碎一般。若有人三番五次拨号打来,所说的又无非杂事,那定能毁了当刻的心情。又或者广告推销,接听的一刹那,那头便开始了快速而密集的语音进攻,不忍心如我者,总要听上一段推销者的口舌,然后才连声抱歉,挂断电话。当然固定电话 History is not a remnant of books and crusts. The culture of history is a daily lesson for us. A unique perspective of a top student in Hong Kong’s history department will surely be a wonderful material for your writing and a meticulous entrance for your reflection on life. Speaking, I quite hate the phone ringing. Perhaps it is often a person in the house, accustomed to quiet, when the phone rang, high-profile, intermittent and precise sound, breaking the quiet of the air, silent field ripped away from mid-air, as if fragmented. If someone called repeatedly dialed, said nothing but chores, it will certainly ruined the moment of the moment. Or advertising sales, answer the moment, the other end began a fast and intensive voice attack, do not have the heart, such as me, always listen to a salesman’s tongue, and then regret to say, hang up the phone. Of course, landline