大家好，非常高兴参加这次终生难忘的同学聚会。好像是时空交错，光阴倒流26年。特别是刚下车，步入神旺大酒店大堂的那一刻十分令人激动：一个个昔日的同学映入眼帘，熟悉又陌生，添了腰围，多了皱纹，有了沧桑，却叫不上名字。双方一报家门，一拍肩膀，豁然相识，瞬间唏嘘不已。

回来后，几日不能忘怀，突然想起有一篇文章，非常应景，应该分享给大家。

这是给毕业生的忠告，可能是最xx的一个。回头看看，倒不失诸多箴言。（我明天翻成中文，但我相信诸位大多可以看懂。）

下次聚会再见！

Wear Sunscreen by Mary Schmich

Written by on Feb-23-08 11:58pm

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When I found this little book written by , I was thrilled. It includes the lyrics to a very short-lived song, by Baz Luhrmann, that I think we could all stand to hear. It offers basic advice in life that we should all live by. Thank God for these talented writers and singers for bringing the words before us.

Again, these are lyrics, as written by in her book . All the credit goes to her. Enjoy!



Ladies and Gentlemen,
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense that advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in twenty years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future.
Or worry,
but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life
are apt to be things
that never crossed
your worried mind,
the kind that blindside you at
four p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with other people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long, and
in the end,
it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Streeeetch

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't at twenty-two what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting forty-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at forty, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on y our seventy-fifth wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends
come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.

Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
because the older you get,
the more you need the people
who knew you
when you were young.

Live in New York City
once,
but leave
before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California
once,
but leave
before it makes you soft.
Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.

And you do,
you'll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble,
and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair
or by the time you're forty it will look eighty-five.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patience with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

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