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小熊维尼:寻找克里斯多夫罗宾 Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin

罗宾把维尼抱到树干上,捉住那只萤火虫放在维尼的手里,点着它的鼻子说:“如果有一天我不在你身边,你一定要比你认为得还勇敢,比你外表还坚强,比你想的还聪明,就算我们分开,我也永远和你在一起。”
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A paragraph from Pooh’s Grand Adventure

“Pooh bear, What if someday there came a tomorrow when we were apart?” asked Christopher Robin.” “As long as we were apart together, we shall certainly be fine.”Pooh answered. “Yes, yes of course, but what if, if we weren’t together, if I were somewhere else?” asked Christopher Robin. “Oh, but you really couldn’t be, as I would be quite lost without you. Who would I call on those days when I am just not strong enough, or brave enough?” asked Pooh. “Well actually”…started Christopher Robin, but Pooh interrupted ” And who would I ask for advice when I didn’t know which way to turn?” “Pooh we….” Christopher Robin started to say. “We? We simply wouldn’t be.” said Pooh. “Oh pooh, sighed Christopher Robin. “If ever there’s a tomorrow when we’re not together, there’s something you must remember.” “And what would that be, Christopher Robin?” asked Pooh. “Your braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” said Christopher Robin. “Oh, that’s easy, giggled Pooh. We’re braver than a bee, and longer than a tree, and taller than a goose, or was that a moose?” “No, silly old bear, giggled Christopher Robin. Your braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think, but the most important thing is even if we are apart, I’ll always be with you.

–A.A. Milne

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“If ever there is tomorrow when we’re not together… there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart… I’ll always be with you.”

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银英

時は移り 所は変われど 人類の営みには何ら変わることはない
即使物换星移,世事有所变化,人类的所做所为也不会有任何变化
In every time, in every place, the deeds of men remain the same
Zu jeder Zeit, an jedem Ort, bleibt das Tun der Menschen das gleiche.

The Little Prince Chapter twenty one

It was then that the fox appeared.

“Good morning,” said the fox.

“Good morning,” the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

“I am right here,” the voice said, “under the apple tree.”

Fox

“Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.”

“I am a fox,” the fox said.

“Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.”

“I cannot play with you,” the fox said. “I am not tamed.”

“Ah! Please excuse me,” said the little prince.

But, after some thought, he added:

“What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“You do not live here,” said the fox. “What is it that you are looking for?”

“I am looking for men,” said the little prince. “What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“Men,” said the fox. “They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?”

“No,” said the little prince. “I am looking for friends. What does that mean–‘tame’?”

“It is an act too often neglected,” said the fox. It means to establish ties.”

“‘To establish ties’?”

“Just that,” said the fox. “To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . .”

“I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower . . . I think that she has tamed me . . .”

“It is possible,” said the fox. “On the Earth one sees all sorts of things.”

“Oh, but this is not on the Earth!” said the little prince.

The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.

“On another planet?”

“Yes.”

“Are there hunters on that planet?”

“No.”

“Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?”

“No.”

“Nothing is perfect,” sighed the fox.

But he came back to his idea.

“My life is very monotonous,” the fox said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . .”

The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.

“Please–tame me!” he said.

“I want to, very much,” the little prince replied. “But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand.”

“One only understands the things that one tames,” said the fox. “Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me . . .”

“What must I do, to tame you?” asked the little prince.

“You must be very patient,” replied the fox. “First you will sit down at a little distance from me–like that–in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day . . .”

The next day the little prince came back.

“It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three o’clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o’clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . .”

“What is a rite?” asked the little prince.

“Those also are actions too often neglected,” said the fox. “They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all.”

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near–

“Ah,” said the fox, “I shall cry.”

“It is your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . .”

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“But now you are going to cry!” said the little prince.

“Yes, that is so,” said the fox.

“Then it has done you no good at all!”

“It has done me good,” said the fox, “because of the color of the wheat fields.” And then he added:

“Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret.”

The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.

“You are not at all like my rose,” he said. “As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world.”

And the roses were very much embarassed.

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.

And he went back to meet the fox.

“Goodbye,” he said.

“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“It is the time I have wasted for my rose–” said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.

“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . .”

I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.

 

Getting Grief Right

By the time Mary came to see me, six months after losing her daughter to sudden infant death syndrome, she had hired and fired two other therapists. She was trying to get her grief right.

Mary was a successful accountant, a driven person who was unaccustomed to being weighed down by sorrow. She was also well versed in the so-called stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. To her and so many others in our culture, that meant grief would be temporary and somewhat predictable, even with the enormity of her loss. She expected to be able to put it behind her and get on with her life.

To look at her, she already had done so. The mask she wore for the world was carefully constructed and effective. She seemed to epitomize what many people would call “doing really well,” meaning someone who had experienced a loss but looked as if she was finished grieving. Within a few days of the death of her daughter she was back at work and seemed to function largely as before.

The truth of her life was something else. Six months after her baby’s death she remained in deep despair. She was exhausted from acting better than she felt around co-workers, friends and family. As is so often the case, she had diagnosed her condition as being “stuck” in grief, believing that a stubborn depression was preventing her from achieving acceptance and closure.

Was she in denial, she wondered. She also wondered if she was appropriately angry. The bottom line was that she knew she was depressed — a psychiatrist had prescribed an antidepressant — and that is what she wanted me to treat.

Earlier in my practice, I would have zeroed in on that depression. Was there a family history? Had she been depressed before? Was the medicine helping? What were her specific symptoms? Knowing the answers might suggest why she was stuck. Or I would have reviewed the stages of grief, as she had, looking for one in which the work remained incomplete.

But I had begun to operate differently by the time Mary showed up, which was 10 years after my own loss. My firstborn child had also died before he was a year old. It was why Mary had chosen me.

In our first session I put Mary’s depression aside. I asked her to tell me the story of her baby rather than describe the symptoms of her grief. Though she was resistant, she eventually started to talk.

Like most other things in Mary’s life, the baby, whom she named Stephanie, was planned. Mary was delighted with her pregnancy and had wonderful dreams for her daughter. After a routine delivery, Mary stayed home with Stephanie for the first three months. Returning to work had been difficult, but Mary was comfortable with the child-care arrangement, and managed to balance motherhood with her busy professional schedule.

Then Mary told me about the Saturday when she went to check on her napping daughter and found that Stephanie wasn’t breathing. She began C.P.R. as her husband called 911. There were moments of surreal focus as she and her husband tried to save their baby. Then this woman, so accustomed to being in control, had to surrender her daughter to an emergency crew. Her husband drove as they followed the ambulance to the hospital.

She described the waiting room in great detail, down to the color of the furniture. When the hospital chaplain walked in with the doctor she knew her baby was gone. She and her husband were taken into a room where they held the baby for the last time.

At this point in her story Mary finally began to weep, intensely so. She seemed surprised by the waves of emotion that washed over her. It was the first time since the death that the sadness had poured forth in that way. She said she had never told the story of her daughter from conception to death in one sitting.

“What is wrong with me?” she asked as she cried. “It has been almost seven months.”

Very gently, using simple, nonclinical words, I suggested to Mary that there was nothing wrong with her. She was not depressed or stuck or wrong. She was just very sad, consumed by sorrow, but not because she was grieving incorrectly. The depth of her sadness was simply a measure of the love she had for her daughter.

A transformation occurred when she heard this. She continued to weep but the muscles in her face relaxed. I watched as months of pent-up emotions were released. She had spent most of her energy trying to figure out why she was behind in her grieving. She had buried her feelings and vowed to be strong because that’s how a person was supposed to be.

Now, in my office, stages, self-diagnoses and societal expectations didn’t matter. She was free to surrender to her sorrow. As she did, the deep bond with her little girl was rekindled. Her loss was now part of her story, one to claim and cherish, not a painful event to try to put in the past.

I had gone through the same process after the loss of my son. I was in my second year of practice when he died, and I subsequently had many grieving patients referred to me. The problem in those early days was that my grief training was not helping either my patients or me. When I was trained, in the late 1970s, the stages of grief were the standard by which a grieving person’s progress was assessed.

THAT model is still deeply and rigidly embedded in our cultural consciousness and psychological language. It inspires much self-diagnosis and self-criticism among the aggrieved. This is compounded by the often subtle and well-meaning judgment of the surrounding community. A person is to grieve for only so long and with so much intensity.

To be sure, some people who come to see me exhibit serious, diagnosable symptoms that require treatment. Many, however, seek help only because they and the people around them believe that time is up on their grief. The truth is that grief is as unique as a fingerprint, conforms to no timetable or societal expectation.

Based on my own and my patients’ experiences, I now like to say that the story of loss has three “chapters.” Chapter 1 has to do with attachment: the strength of the bond with the person who has been lost. Understanding the relationship between degree of attachment and intensity of grief brings great relief for most patients. I often tell them that the size of their grief corresponds to the depth of their love.

Chapter 2 is the death event itself. This is often the moment when the person experiencing the loss begins to question his sanity, particularly when the death is premature and traumatic. Mary had prided herself on her ability to stay in control in difficult times. The profound emotional chaos of her baby’s death made her feel crazy. As soon as she was able, she resisted the craziness and shut down the natural pain and suffering.

Chapter 3 is the long road that begins after the last casserole dish is picked up — when the outside world stops grieving with you. Mary wanted to reassure her family, friends and herself that she was on the fast track to closure. This was exhausting. What she really needed was to let herself sink into her sadness, accept it.

When I suggested a support group, Mary rejected the idea. But I insisted. She later described the relief she felt in the presence of other bereaved parents, in a place where no acting was required. It was a place where people understood that they didn’t really want to achieve closure after all. To do so would be to lose a piece of a sacred bond.

“All sorrows can be borne if you put them in a story or tell a story about them,” said the writer Isak Dinesen. When loss is a story, there is no right or wrong way to grieve. There is no pressure to move on. There is no shame in intensity or duration. Sadness, regret, confusion, yearning and all the experiences of grief become part of the narrative of love for the one who died.

女儿被婴儿猝死症夺取生命的六个月后,玛丽(Mary)找到了我。那时,她已经聘请并解雇了两名心理医师,她努力想要从悲伤中恢复过来。玛丽是成功的会计师,充满斗志,很少被悲伤压垮。她也非常清楚所谓的悲伤的各个阶段:否认、愤怒、协商、沮丧和接受。对于她和我们文化中的许多其他人来说,那意味着悲伤是暂时的,在一定程度上也是可以预测的,即使是她的生命承受了如此巨大的损失。她期待着能放下痛苦,继续自己的生活。从表面上看,这些她都已经做到了。她戴着一张精心构造的面具来面对世界,掩饰的效果相当不错。她似乎就是许多人所说的“很坚强”的典范,意思是虽然经历了打击,但看起来已经不再悲伤。在女儿夭折的几天之后,她就回来继续工作,言行举止基本上和以前一样。她在生活中的真实情况并非如此。宝宝去世的六个月之后,她仍然处于深深的绝望之中。为了在同事、朋友和家人面前表现得更坚强,她已经疲惫不堪。就像多数情况一样,她已经察觉自己“陷入”了难以摆脱的悲伤,认为顽固的抑郁正在阻止自己实现接受和解脱。她想,自己是不是还处在否认的阶段。她还琢磨,自己是否合理地发泄了愤怒。但最重要的是,她知道自己抑郁了,一位精神科医生给她开了抗抑郁药。她想让我帮她治疗的,也是抑郁。倘若是在我行医的初期,我会把所有精力放在她的抑郁症上。她有家族病史吗?她以前抑郁过吗?那些药管用吗?她有哪些具体症状?了解这些问题的答案可能会解释她的状况。或者,我会评估她经历的悲伤的每一个阶段,就像她所做的那样,找出哪个阶段还没有完成。不过,当玛丽前来就诊时,我已经不那么做了。那时距离我自己遭受同样的打击,已经过去10年了。我的第一个孩子不到1岁就去世了。也是出于这个原因,玛丽找到了我。在我们的第一次治疗中,我把玛丽的抑郁放在了一边。让她对我讲讲她女儿的事,而不是描述自己悲伤的症状。尽管一开始她有些抗拒,最终还是讲了起来。就像玛丽人生中的其他许多事项一样,这个被取名斯蒂芬妮(Stephanie)的宝宝也是按计划降生的。玛丽怀上她非常开心,对这个女儿有很多美好的期盼。顺产后的头三个月,玛丽待在家里照顾斯蒂芬妮。重返工作很痛苦,玛丽把带孩子的事安排得很好,努力平衡着母亲的角色和繁忙的工作。然后,玛丽给我讲述了那个星期六,当她回到家想要看看正在睡觉的女儿时,却发现斯蒂芬妮没有任何气息。她开始做心肺复苏,丈夫拨打了911。她和丈夫试图挽救孩子的时候,做到了异乎寻常的专注。然后,这个习惯了把所有事情纳入掌控之中的女子,不得不把女儿交给了急救人员。丈夫开车带着她,跟随救护车驶向了医院。她详细地描述了等候室的样子,甚至包括桌椅颜色这样的细节。当医院牧师和医生一起走进来时,她意识到自己的孩子已经不在了。她和丈夫被带到了一个房间,最后一次把女儿抱在怀里。讲到这里,她终于哭了出来,而且一发不可收拾。她似乎对这种排山倒海的情绪感到不可思议。这是孩子去世以来,她第一次以这种方式宣泄悲伤。她说,她从来没有这样完整地讲述过女儿从孕育到去世的过程。“我这是怎么了?”她哭着问。“都已经过去将近七个月了。”我非常轻柔地,用简单的非医学词汇告诉玛丽,她没事。她既没有抑郁,也没有陷入悲伤无法自拔,更没有做错什么。她只是非常伤心,内心被悲伤填满,不是因为她承受悲伤的方式有什么不对。她的悲伤之深,只不过是因为她爱女儿之切。她听到这里时,转变发生了。她仍然在哭泣,但面部的肌肉松弛了。我看到她压抑了数月的情绪释放了出来。在这之前,她用大部分精力想要弄清楚自己为什么无法摆脱悲伤。她把自己的感受埋在心里,发誓要坚强起来,因为人理当如此。现在,在我的办公室里,悲伤的各个阶段、自我诊断,以及社会的期待都不重要了。她可以自由地屈服于悲伤。她和幼小的女儿之间那段深刻的联系被重新点燃。她所承受的打击成了她的一段故事,一个可以讲述和珍藏的故事,而不是一段努力想要遗忘的苦痛经历。在我的儿子夭折后,我经历了同样的过程。那是我当上医生的第二年,之后就有很多悲痛的患者被介绍到我这里。一开始的问题是,我的治疗方法对病人和我都没有帮助。在上世纪70年代,我接受培训的时候,悲伤的五个阶段是评估一位患者治疗进展的指标。这个模式仍然深刻而顽固地存在于我们的文化意识和心理话语中。它让痛苦的人们做出了许多自我诊断和自我批评。推波助澜的,则是周围的人常常含蓄和善意的看法。一个人的悲伤的时间和强度,都应当适度。当然,有些来找我寻求帮助的人显示出了严重的、可以诊断的症状,这些症状需要治疗。然而许多人寻求帮助只是因为他们和周围的人认为,他们悲伤的时间该结束了。实际上,悲伤就像指纹一样独一无二,它不会遵照任何时间安排或者社会期待。根据我自己和我的患者的经历,我现在想说,失去至亲的故事有三个“章节”。第一个章节与依恋程度有关:指的是你和去世者之间的关系。理解感情程度和悲伤程度的关系,会让多数患者感到极大的宽慰。我常常告诉他们,悲伤的强度和爱的深度是相称的。第二个章节是死亡本身。在这个阶段,失去至亲的人常常会开始质疑自己的精神状况,如果是过早死亡或创伤性的死亡,就尤其如此。玛丽对自己在艰难时期把控全局的能力感到自豪。她女儿的死亡导致的深度情绪混乱让她抓狂。她会尽可能地抵制这种抓狂的状态,抑制自然产生的痛苦和折磨。第三个章节是从外部世界不再陪你一同悲伤的时候开始的,这是一条漫长的道路。玛丽想要让家人、朋友和自己相信,她很快会从悲伤中走出来。这个过程让人精疲力尽。她真正需要的是让自己沉浸在悲伤里,然后接受它。

self-mutilation self-harm autotomy

autotomy 是指壁虎断尾自保,其他两个词是自残。

突然发现原来自残也有ICD疾病编号,是被认证的疾病,从ICD-10: X60 到X84 都是这类现象。

每经历一些事情总会重新审视自己,也许是我当时做错了什么,没有成为一个好的榜样,让后来人沾染了不好的影响。

想通了一件事

与其自己一个人默默的做研究,不如多赚钱,花钱雇佣别人替你研究 😉

 

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这就是为什么Ph.D. 只突破了圆圈的一个“点”

 

The illustrated guide to a Ph.D.

The illustrated guide to a Ph.D.

夫妻都是生物教授是一种什么样的体验

标题有一点知乎体~~~

我老板和老板娘都开实验室,各开各的,有合作研究。老板的实验室是信息分析,老板娘的实验室是生物实验。今天第一次见到老板娘,因为我们有个合作的课题需要讨论。
两个人在课题的进展和方向上吵了起来~~

对话一:
老板娘:blablabla
老板: 我觉得应该是。。。
老板娘:你根本就没听我说的话!!!

对话二:
老板娘:我非常信任我的实验结果。
老板:我不信任到目前为止我做的任何结果(我内心:尼玛。。。)
老板娘:所以你不是一个scientist

对话三:
老板娘:如果这个新结果和我们之前的结果在找到的基因集合上有交集,你不觉得这很有意义吗?
老板:我不知道能不能找到,不知道会发生什么。。。
老板娘:。。。。。。。

对话四:
老板:去测序,产一些数据出来,否则我什么都做不了
老板娘:我没钱,不像你有一台电脑就万事ok了,我做每个实验都需要经费支持
老板:之前(NIH or 某个大科学中心,我没记住)人们总说,生物信息学家就是到处偷数据~~~~

对话五:
老板娘:我们不是要接着figure C 往下研究,我们要研究figure B这个结果的原因,你又没有理解我的意思!!!
老板:行了,我们先做出第一步再谈吧~~~

对话六:
老板娘:我不想把这个结果放到grant申请里面去,因为你刚才说这个不具有统计可靠性。
老板:什么都可以写在grant里~~~~
老板娘:但是如果有人看出来了,他们就肯定因为这个要不支持我的grant了。

校训

北大,我们没有校训 _-_

安徽大学:至诚至坚 博学笃行
北京大学:(无正式校训)爱国 进步 民主 科学(非正式校训)
长安大学:求是 笃学 敬业 创新
重庆大学:耐劳苦 尚俭朴 勤学业 爱国家
东北大学:自强不息 知行合一
东华大学:严谨 勤奋 求实 创新
东南大学:止于至善
武汉大学:自强 弘毅 求是 拓新
复旦大学:博学而笃志 切问而近思
福州大学:明德至诚 博学远志
广西大学:勤恳朴诚 厚学致新
河北大学:实事求是 笃学诚行
河海大学:艰苦朴素 实事求是 严格要求 勇于探索
黑龙江大学:博学慎思 参天尽物
中南大学:知行合一 经世致用
湖南大学:博学睿思 勤勉致知
华侨大学:会通中外 并育德才
吉林大学:求实创新 励志图强
集美大学:诚毅
山西大学:求真至善 登崇俊良
江南大学:笃学尚行 止于至善
广州大学:博学笃行 与时俱进
暨南大学:忠信笃敬
兰州大学:自强不息 独树一帜
南京大学:诚朴雄伟 励学敦行
南开大学:允公允能 日新月异
青岛大学:博学笃志 明德求真 守正出奇
山东大学:学无止境 气有浩然
汕头大学:创新 求实 勤奋 团结
宁波大学:实事求是 经世致用
上海大学:自强不息
上海交通大学:饮水思源 爱国荣校
上海科技大学:立志 成才 报国 裕民
四川大学:海纳百川 有容乃大
辽宁大学:明德精学 笃行致强
苏州大学:养天地正气 法古今完人
清华大学:自强不息 厚德载物
同济大学:严谨 求实 团结 创新
天津大学:实事求是
西北大学:公诚勤朴
西南大学:含弘光大,继往开来
厦门大学:自强不息 止于至善
湘潭大学:博学笃行 盛德日新
新疆大学:团结 紧张 质朴 活泼
扬州大学:求是 求实 求新 求真
云南大学:会泽百家 至公天下
燕山大学:厚德 博学 求是
北华大学:崇德尚学 自强力行
南华大学:明德博学 求是致远
西华大学:求是 明德 卓越
西藏大学:团结 勤奋 求实 创新
烟台大学:守信 求实 好学 力行
温州大学:求学问是 敢为人先
浙江大学:求是创新
宁夏大学:勤学 求是 创新 尚德
郑州大学:明时风 达治体 文而不弱 武而不暴 蹈厉奋进 竭忠尽智 扶危邦 振贫民
深圳大学:自立 自律 自强
湖北大学:日思日睿 笃志笃行
南昌大学:格物致新 厚德泽人
海南大学:海纳百川 大道致远
江苏大学:博学 求是 明德
大连大学:文明 自强 求是 创新
青海大学:志比昆仑 学竞江河
中国人民大学:实事求是
贵州大学:明德至善 博学笃行
济南大学:勤奋 严谨 团结 创新
长江大学:长大长新
内蒙古大学:求真务实
云南大学:自尊 致知 正义 力行
中山大学:博学 审问 慎思 明辨 笃行
理工院校
北京理工大学:德以明理 学以精工
华南理工大学:博学慎思 明辨笃行
南京理工大学:团结献身 求是创新
华东理工大学:求实 勤奋
河南理工大学:明德任责 好学力行
合肥工业大学:厚德、笃学、崇实、尚新
华中科技大学:明德厚学 求是创新
哈尔滨工业大学:规格严格 功夫到家
大连理工大学:团结 进取 求实 创新
武汉理工大学:厚德博学 追求卓越
国防科学技术大学:厚德博学 强军兴国
北京工业大学:不息为体 日新为道
北京航空航天大学:德才兼备 知行合一
北京交通大学:知行
东华大学:崇德博学 励志尚实
大连海事大学:学汇百川 德济四海
中国地质大学 (武汉):艰苦奋斗 团结活泼 严格谦逊 求实进取
中国地质大学 (北京):艰苦朴素 求真务实
北京科技大学:学风严谨 崇尚实践
北京邮电大学:厚德 博学 敬业 乐群
重庆邮电大学:修德 博学 求实 创新
电子科技大学:求实 求真 大气 大为
哈尔滨理工大学:知行统一 博厚悠远
华东交通大学:团结 严谨 求实 勤奋
辽宁工程技术大学:诚朴求是 博学笃行
南京航空航天大学:团结 俭朴 唯实 创新
兰州交通大学:文明 进取 求实 创新
石油大学:勤奋严谨 求实创新
中北大学:致知于行
太原理工大学:求实 创新
重庆交通大学:严谨 求实 团结 进取
西安工业大学:敦德励学 知行相长
西安理工大学:祖国 荣誉 责任
西安交通大学:精勤求学 敦笃励志 果毅力行 忠恕任事
西北工业大学:公 诚 勇 毅
西南交通大学:精勤求学 敦笃励志 果毅力行 忠恕任事
中国海洋大学:海纳百川 取则行远
中国科学技术大学:红专并进 理实交融
中国矿业大学:开拓创新 严谨治学
重庆理工大学:明德笃行 自强日新
西南石油大学:明德笃志 博学创新
武汉工程大学:团结严谨 勤奋求实
沈阳理工大学:弘志励学 德才并蓄
天津科技大学:尚德尚学尚行 爱国爱校爱人
昆明理工大学:明德任责 致知力行
安徽理工大学:团结 奋进 博学 奉献
常州大学:责任
兰州理工大学:奋进求是
西南科技大学:厚德 博学 笃行 创新
河北工业大学:勤 慎 公 忠
广东工业大学:创新 求是 勤奋 团结
河南科技大学:明德博学 日新笃行
长春理工大学:明德 博学 求是 创新
东华理工大学:明德厚学 爱国荣校
桂林电子科技大学:正德厚学 笃行致新
成都理工大学:穷究于理 成就于工
师范院校
华南师范大学:艰苦奋斗 严谨治学 求实创新 为人师表
南京师范大学:正德厚生 笃学敏行
北京师范大学:学为人师 行为世范
东北师范大学:勤奋创新 为人师表
广西师范大学:学高为师 身正为范
河南师范大学:厚德博学 止于至善
华东师范大学:求实创造 为人师表
华中师范大学:求实创新 立德树人
山东师范大学:弘德明志 博学笃行
陕西师范大学:厚德积学 励志敦行
首都师范大学:为学为师 求实求新
四川师范大学:重德 博学 务实 尚美
辽宁师范大学:厚德博学 为人师表
江西师范大学:静思笃行 持中秉正
福建师范大学:知明行笃 立诚致广
重庆师范大学:厚德 笃学 砺志 创新
天津师范大学:勤奋严谨 自树树人
西北师范大学:知术欲圆 行旨须直
吉林师范大学:好学近知 力行近仁
海南师范大学:崇德 尚学 求是 创新
江苏师范大学:崇德厚学 励志敏行
河北师范大学:怀天下 求真知
湖南师范大学:仁爱精勤
安徽师范大学:厚德 重教 博学 笃行
杭州师范大学:勤慎诚恕 博雅精进
淮北师范大学:博学 慎思 励志 敦行
财经政法院校
中国政法大学:厚德 明法 格物 致公
中南财经政法大学:博文明理 厚德济世
中央财经大学:忠诚 团结 求实 创新
中国青年政治学院:实事求是 朝气蓬勃
安徽财经大学:诚信博学 知行统一
东北财经大学:博学济世
华东政法大学:笃行致知 明德崇法
西南政法大学:博学笃行 厚德重法
对外经济贸易大学:博学 诚信 求索 笃行
国家会计学院:不作假账
北京工商大学:求真 立德 勤奋 创新
江西财经大学:信敏 廉毅
天津财经大学:勤奋 团结 求实 创新
上海财经大学:厚德博学 经济匡时
浙江工商大学:立志创新 勤奋求实
南京审计学院:诚信求是 笃学致公
山西财经大学:修德立信 博学求真
吉林财经大学:明德崇实
西北政法大学:严谨 求实 文明 公正
浙江财经大学:进德修业 与时偕行
西南财经大学:严谨 勤俭 求实 开拓
南京财经大学:自谦自信 务实超越
重庆工商大学:厚德博学 求是创新
农林院校
中国农业大学:解民生之多艰 育天下之英才
西北农林科技大学:诚 朴 勇 毅
南京农业大学:诚朴勤仁
北京林业大学:知山知水 树木树人
华中农业大学:勤读力耕 立己达人
中南林业科技大学:求是求新 树木树人
华南农业大学:修德 博学 求实 创新
东北农业大学:博学笃行 明德亲民
东北林业大学:学参天地 德合自然
西南林业大学:树木树人 至真至善
上海海洋大学:勤朴忠实
福建农林大学:明德 诚智 博学 创新
云南农业大学:厚德博学 明理尚农
河南农业大学:明德自强 求是力行
广东海洋大学:广学明德 海纳厚为
山东农业大学:爱国 爱农 爱校 求真 求知 求实
四川农业大学:追求真理 造福人类 自强不息
大连海洋大学:学贯江海 德润方厚
河北农业大学:崇德 务实 求是
医药院校
北京中医药大学:勤求博采 厚德济生
成都中医药大学:厚德博学 精思笃行
复旦大学上海医学院(原上海医科大学):正谊明道
哈尔滨医科大学:政治坚定 技术优良
南方医科大学:博学 笃行 尚德 济世
南京中医药大学:自信 敬业
首都医科大学:扶伤济世 敬德修业
上海交通大学医学院(原上海第二医科大学):博极医源,精勤不倦
中国协和医科大学:严谨 博精 创新 奉献
中国药科大学:精业济群
山西医科大学:医理博精 德能高邃
福建医科大学:勤奋 严谨 求实 创新
重庆医科大学:严谨 求实 勤奋 进取
中国医科大学:仁慈谨慎 博雅汇通
昆明医科大学:崇德 精业 团结 奉献
广州医科大学:厚德修身 博学致远
温州医科大学:奋发 求实
宁夏医科大学:笃学精术 修德济人
新疆医科大学:厚德博学 笃志力行
南京医科大学:博学至精 明德至善
天津医科大学:知行和一 德高医粹
外语语言院校
北京外国语大学:团结 紧张 严肃 活泼
北京第二外国语学院:明德 勤学 求是 竞先
广东外语外贸大学:明德尚行 学贯中西
上海外国语大学:格高志远 学贯中外
四川外国语大学:团结 勤奋 严谨 求实
大连外国语大学:崇德尚文 兼收并蓄
西安外国语大学:爱国 勤奋 博学 创新
天津外国语大学:中外求索 德业竞进
外交学院:站稳立场 掌握政策 熟悉业务 严守纪律
民族院校
中南民族大学:笃信好学 自然宽和
中央民族大学:美美与共 知行合一
北方民族大学:团结进取 砥砺成才
广西民族大学:厚德博学 和而不同
青海民族大学:进德修业 自强不息
云南民族大学:格致明德 弘道至善
贵州民族大学:自强不息 全面发展
西北民族大学:勤学 敬业 团结 创新
西南民族大学:和合偕习 自信自强
内蒙古民族大学:博学明理 崇德至善
北京民族大学:团结 文明 勤奋 创新
体育艺术院校
北京体育大学:爱国 拼搏 求实 创新
北京舞蹈学院:文舞相融 德艺双馨
四川美术学院:艰苦奋斗 严谨治学 求实创新 为人师表
鲁迅美术学院:紧张 严肃 刻苦 虚心
中国传媒大学:立德 敬业 博学 竞先
中国美术学院:才情学养人品志向 居敬守勤近思笃志
上海戏剧学院:勇于实践 积极探索
中央戏剧学院:求真 创造 至美
广州美术学院:团结 勤奋 求实 创新
北京电影学院:尊师重道 薪火相传
中央美术学院:尽精微致广大
湖北美术学院:崇德 笃学 敏行 致美
普通地方院校
闽江学院:崇尚完美 追求卓越
宿州学院:友善 博学 务实 奋进

粘贴完发现少了北京化工和中国科学院大学
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2003年6月26日,经国科大前身——中国科学院研究生院院务会议讨论,一致赞同路甬祥院长提议的“博学笃志、格物明德”为中国科学院研究生院的校训。

国科大的校训“博学笃志、格物明德”,体现了鲜明的办学指导思想,内涵极其丰富。

“博学”源自《中庸》的首句:“博学之,审问之,慎思之,明辨之,笃行之”,是希望青年学生通过刻苦学习和实践,获得广博的知识。

“笃志”源自《荀子·修身》中“笃志而体,君子也”。意思是具有坚定意志并能付诸实践的人,才是君子。其实路甬祥重视的“笃志”是有新意的,以崇高的理想及对科学事业的不懈追求,投身于振兴中华的伟大实践而忘我地工作,就是今天“笃志”的含意。

“格物”首先要做的是仔细研究探察天下的万事万物,推究它们存在变化的真实道理。只有懂得其中的“理”,才能获得丰富的知识,这样才有智慧,

“明德”是要教导学生能够彰显自己心中美好的德性。今天的“明德”最基本、最普遍的要求则是爱国主义,它应成为每一个青年学子最虔诚的信念。

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校训: 宏德博学 化育天工

确定时间: 2004年9月

宏德博学:志向宏大,道德高尚,学问广博,学力深厚。宏:广博。陆机《吊魏武帝文》:“丕大德以宏覆,援日月而齐晖。”德:道德。《易·乾·文言》:“君子进德修业。”博学:学问广博。《论语·雍也》:“君子博学于文。”
化育天工:探索自然之奥秘,变革自然之工巧为人类服务,暗寓校名“化工”。化育:自然生成和长育万物。《管子·心术》:“化育万物谓之德。”天工:自然天成的工巧,与“人工”相对,成语有“巧夺天工”,元赵孟頫《赠放烟火者》:“人间巧艺夺天工,炼药燃灯清昼同。”明宋应星《天工开物》一书是世界科技名著,表现了我国劳动人民在科技工艺方面的智慧和创造。
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