原本在這裡有「有待重寫」四個字，表示當年我不太滿意這篇文章，欲改寫之，然後才將之發表。可惜一擱筆，已是三個寒暑。如今在作了少許修訂後發表，希望大家能了解我當時的感受。 ──2006年3月15日
馮儁熙
二零零四年一月二十五日及二月五日
春節感懷(二)
CD機上播放著曼奴軒演奏的曼德爾頌小提琴協奏曲。在那動人的旋律下，我在慢慢的整理大學畢業典禮的照片。
記得一個大學同學要結束在美國的暑期實習時，對我說：（大意如此）朋友相識相聚都是很短暫的，她不會再抓得太緊。美國的朋友們對她很好，但兩個月後，又要離開，很transient。我也有同感。
昔日一起搞中樂團，辦團契，討論公開考試題目的同學，現在最多是一年見一兩次。不少朋友四散於英美澳加，可稱之曰 “The Hong Kong Chinese Diaspora”。在北半球讀書工作的，也許可以在七八月暑假期間於香港一聚。那在南半球的，我卻是要等到今年農曆年假才有幸與之碰面了。
這個假期，與幾位小學同學相約幾位小學老師出來「飲茶」。十年春秋，人事一大變也。除了一位老師以外，今天小學裡，沒有一個老師是我認識的。所以我也再沒有動力去山道[i]拜訪了。飯桌上，老師和同學們重溫腦海裡那些陳年片段，罰抄啊，踢球呀，學牧童笛哦….十年前的日子，好像沒有這麼遠。歲月無情，本不是我們二十來歲的青年一般的感受。但看見其中一位老師頭上的白髮，卻在我心頭，平添一份慨歎。
想起去年夏天，我去探望慕尼黑大學的同事和當地華人團契的朋友。由於收我做實習生的教授轉往科隆大學任教，我的同事們，要不準備搬家同往，就是要另謀高就。今天即若我舊地重遊，也會事物依舊，人面全非。
事物依舊，人面全非。更叫我想起劍橋。記得大學一年級時上「細胞的生物學」實驗課。其中有兩課，在午餐時候，播放英國廣播公司製作的，有關Watson & Crick發現DNA的雙螺旋結構的經過的電視劇。看的時候，自己有點好像走進歷史的感覺。時光流逝，劍橋卻景色依舊。那條我每天都會經過的Senate Passage，這麼多年來，多少人物匆匆而過。五十年了[ii]，還是如此模樣。
大半年前，明媚的陽光與清爽的涼風，伴著那穿黑色學士袍的學子，告別那如夢的大學時光。即或五十年後，照片變黃，朋友也已遍佈寰宇，昔日的回憶仍會像那美妙的旋律，縈繞我心。
Originally this article was intended to be re-written. However, three
years lapsed but the re-writing never materialised. Thus now after some minor
corrections, it is published here. Hope that you would be able to understand my
feeling at the time when the article was written. –15th March, 2006.
Isaac
Chun Hai Fung
25th
January and 5th February, 2003.
Sharing
of thoughts on Chinese New Year (2)
On the
CD player, it is the violin concerto of Mendelssohn performed by Yehudi Menuhin. In its
moving melody, I was slowly sorting out my photos taken in my university
graduation ceremony.
I
recalled that when a coursemate from university
finished her summer internship in the States, she told me that acquaintance and
friendship was made in a very transient manner. She would not hold it too
tight. Their American friends treated her very well, and yet two months later,
she had to leave. Very transient it was. The same I felt.
Those secondary
schoolmates with whom I organised the Chinese orchestra, ran the Christian
Union and discuss public examination questions, are met once or twice every
year at most. Many friends are now scattered all over the UK, the US, Australia and Canada. It can be reckoned as “The Hong
Kong Chinese Diaspora”. Those who study and work in the northern hemisphere
might meet up in Hong Kong during the summer holiday of July and August. Those who are now in the
southern hemisphere may have to wait until this Chinese New Year holiday to meet
up.
This
holiday, together with several primary schoolmates, I have invited several
primary school teachers of mine for a luncheon of dim sum. A decade flew and
people moved. All but one of my teachers have left my primary school today.
Thus no longer will I have the motivation to visit the Hill Road campus[iii]
anymore. Over the table, teachers and schoolmates recalled episodes of the past:
punishments by teachers, football playing, recorder lessons etc. Episodes ten
years ago, did not seem to be a distant past. The inexorability
of time, is usually not a feeling common to those in their 20s. Yet looking at
the grey hair of one of the teachers, heavy was my heart.
Recalling
last summer, I went to Munich to visit my colleagues at the
University and my friends in the Chinese Christian fellowship over there. Since
the professor who took me as an intern was going to move on to teach in Cologne University, my colleagues had to move along
unless they seek another job. Today if I visit the lab again, though the physical
environment may stay the same, all the faces will have changed.
The
physical environment stay the same, all the faces will have changed. This
reminds me of Cambridge. I remembered that when I took Biology of
Cells in my first year of undergraduate studies, there were two practicals during lunchtime, in which the BBC history drama
of the story of the discovery of the double helical structure of DNA by Watson
and Crick was shown. When I watched that, it seemed that I was walking into
history. Time flies, and yet the scenery of Cambridge stays the same. For so many
years, many personalities had past through in their hurry the Senate Passage
which I walked past every day. Fifty years on[iv],
it still looks the same.
More
than half a year ago, bright sunshine and fresh breeze accompanied the graduand in his black BA gown to say farewell to his university
days as good and as transient as a dream. Fifties years on, though photos may
turn yellow and friends may scatter across the planet, for sure my memories of
the good old days will continue to ring in my heart as the beautiful melody
does today.
Translated
from the Chinese original on 19th March, 2006.