Wei Jingsheng Foundation News and Article Release Issue: A412-W222



Release Date: September 16, 2008



Topic: A Forever "Go" Set, In Tribute to Our Friendship -- My Eulogy of Ning Bo, the Most Well Known Prodigy Child of China (HUANG Ciping's Memoir on the Occasion of the 30th Year Reform in China)

标题:永久的棋盘 -- 怀念宁铂 (黄慈萍)


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Ciping HUANG's Memoir

Chapter N:My Years in the University of Science and Technology of China

Section M:A Forever "Go" Set, In Tribute to Our Friendship -- My Eulogy of Ning Bo, the Most Well Known Prodigy Child of China



Once up on a time, I had repeated nightmares: someone was reading the well known article of Wang AnShi, a thinker, statesman and intellectual of more than one thousand years ago: "Eulogy of Zhong Yong - the prodigy child" to me.  In my dreams, I could not hear a single word, but I understood each word well.  I would be struggling but could not surface to breathe.  The end of the dreams would be I screaming out of my lungs: "No, that was not me!"  Then I would awake, in sweat and in denial, as well as questioning: "who is that then?"


When I heard that my old college classmate and friend Ning Bo, the most well known "prodigy of China" finally left this secular world to be a monk, I suddenly felt a sense of realization and relief, both for him and for myself.  Indeed, I have not had that terrible dream since.


Thirty years have passed, and the household name "Ning Bo" has lost its paramount lust and glory.  Over all these years every time I read gossip type tabloid reports about Ning Bo my heart hurt, until finally, the news came that he shaved all his hair and turned himself into a monk to study "the empty" Buddhism in the mountains.  "This is for the better."  I thought to myself and told the others.  I said so because I am more sympathetic to what Ning Bo had to overcome as the most well known prodigy child of China than anyone else, despite my great fondness and memory of him since day one when we met 30 years ago in the college as young teenagers.


Usually people knew that Ning Bo could count to 100 when he was 3 years old and knew more than 400 Chinese characters when he was 4 years old.  Yet, there is much more of his talent and goodness that were not known.  Later on, many people, especially Chinese parents, had unpleasant opinions of Ning Bo when he argued emotionally in pain about the education of children.  They were especially upset by his negativity on the way of grooming "prodigy children", including that they put talented children of barely teenage years into colleges.  It is indeed difficult for these parents to understand how could the most well known prodigy child of the time ever react so to a system that he was the greatest beneficiary of and gained all the fame from?  Nevertheless, all the time he knew, and I knew, he was made to be a sacrifice and thus became and still is the victim of that system.  In some way I felt I owed him something because our lucky survival was due to his sacrifice.  Thus I felt particularly sympathetic to him, as well as detested the world and its ways to such a degree that some of my own friends who know me well have a hard time to accept my fierce criticism of that kind of education system that exactly groomed us.


Thirty years ago in 1978, when China started a reform under the slogan of "4 modernizations", someone called Wei Jingsheng wrote the essay of "the Fifth Modernization" with the question "Democracy, or Dictatorship," thus offending the paramount leader Deng XiaoPing and paving himself the way to jail for almost two decades.  At that time, I was a lucky child who progressed to the most distinguished university in China with the youngest and most well-known prodigy children of China as my classmates.  Among them was the most well-known and talented Ning Bo, age 13 moving up to 14.  (Zhang YQ who is Microsoft's vice president in charge of Microsoft's China division said that he was the youngest one.  The fact is that he was admitted into our university at age of 12.  The real most famous "youngest talent" to the whole country at that time should be Xie YanBo, who was 11 years old when he enter our university, also one of my classmates.)  In comparison with these specially selected children, my credentials were trivial, but not my proud.  While many of these specially selected gifted children who could not even pass the acceptance line of the college entrance exams, as a junior high graduate without going through high school, I competed with the normal high school graduates for the national college entrance exams and made my way to this prestigious university, the University of Science and Technology of China (USTC), and I was admitted to the most competitive major of the time: Modern Physics.


There were 3 things that educated me a lot during that time, and all made major impacts in my later life as well as shaped my living philosophy.


The first was how I got my high school diploma after studying day and night for one week because I really needed a high school diploma thus the qualification to be able to take the college entrance exams.  (Due to my "black" family background defined by the Chinese Communist Party, I did not dare even to dream of going to college until a few months before I actually entered the university.)  I was so desperate to be able to study in college that I took a challenge that I could hardly believe even nowadays, when I claimed that it only takes a week to finish high school and the teachers agreed to test after one week.  I did well on all the exams and thus got my high school diploma.  This experience convinced me that desperation does help provide courage, dedication and bringing the final result.  Nowadays, it is with this attitude that I believe in a bright future for China in the long run regardless how challenges and difficult our task may be.


The second thing was the fact that I figured out my college entrance score.  After the exams, I recalled each test in detail and precision.  I redid them and concluded that I had a score of about 420 out of 500 total.  That did reveal that I had a memory better than I usually complained of.  But I received quite a few teases from a lot of people, until the official score of 422 was revealed and received - which ranked me the 3rd of the 10,000 high school graduates of Hefei city of more than 1/3 million.  It taught me that any anticipation and confidence must be built on careful and solid accuracy, as well as optimism to enhance one's own ability.  Even now I know my grocery bill to 1% before I get to the counter, and my favorite request of ordering would be in division of 1/3, 1/7, 1/9, 1/11, etc..  Sometimes I give an exact tip of 15% to a penny when I dislike the service of the waiter or waitress, which would be calculated by multiple ways from elementary school to calculus, one of my favorites is Taylor's theorem.


The third was to get 40 points out of 100 on my first math exam in college.  Prior to that, math was my best field that if not because of my carelessness I would always make the full 100 points score.  Nevertheless, with a totally new way of thinking and over joyous for myself, I made a big fall at the beginning of my college time.  I was so shocked that I could not sleep for several days and suddenly realized that I was all surrounded by people who were much brighter and doing better than me!  For a while, I struggled with the question of "Do I want to be a big fish in a small pond, even shrink my head back to my shell like a turtle?  Or do I rather choose to be a smaller fish in a big pond, but be able to see much more, even the whole universe?"  My choice was clear and rational, yet painful.  I felt lucky, for I had the most competitive classmates and friends I could get, including these prestigious "prodigy children", especially Ning Bo.


In my opinion, Ning Bo was one of the most gentle, kind and smarter ones even though Physics was not his favorite major, nor did it have to be his best.  Most of us including myself choose modern physics not because it was our favorite or our specialty, but only because it was the most competitive major of that time.  One of the important reasons for this competitiveness was not the difficulty of classes and subjects, but more because (at that time) all the 3 people of Chinese descent (T. D. Lee, C. N. Yang and Sam Ting) who won Nobel prizes were physicists.  My role model was madam Currie.


But Ning Bo should have never studied physics.  Maybe that was not my specialty either, but I have enjoyed my work in the field of physics for almost 20 years, to the least.  Ning Bo was a typical Chinese intellectual with a specialty in Chinese traditional knowledge and culture.  If he wore the traditional Chinese robe, he should be on the poster to representing the traditional Chinese intellectuals.  With his transparent and sincere character, he is the most modest and kind classic Chinese gentleman one could rarely seen nowadays.


My first memory of him in depth is still vivid in my mind.  It occurred right before our class in classroom 101 started, when I was sitting in the front row and heard some boys chasing after each other with some laughter.  Among them were Zhou ShuDong and Gan Zheng, the two youngest children at age of 12 (only after the 11 years old Xie YanBo).  Ning Bo was with them too and sounded much more mature.  When I looked back at them, Ning Bo stared at me with his memorable look on his face behind his glass-bottle-bottom like glasses, which made me uncomfortable.  His face was very pale white, and he has huge eyes on his huge head.


It was a sort of aggressive look, despite his much more humble nature.  Those days, boys and girls were so distinguished, separated and guarded, so that kind of staring indeed was unusual.  I remember that I felt challenged to look back at him, in the same way of him staring at me; like a proud rooster ready to challenge the other.  Maybe it was the competition, or just curiosity?  Maybe it was my staring of him that made him feel challenged first?  Although he was the best known prodigy child specially selected to the university, I had reason to feel even better - as a kid who did not go through high school, I competed with 10,000 high school graduates and won the 3rd place and entered the university by a remarkable score.  I did not need be specially selected or favored: my scores spoke louder!  And I was one of only 10 percent girls in this prestigious university!


Still, innocent friendship took over the competition.  Ning Bo became one of my favorite classmates for his humbleness and intelligence, candid nature and sweetness.  Till nowadays, I see in him knowledge and intelligence that many children of my time did not have, yet his gentleness and humbleness dulled my pride and arrogance into a friendship.


When I brought my classmates home, he was my mother's favorite, partially because of his very traditional conduct, sweet and polite.  So nowadays, I am in full sympathy with him.  He did not live to others expectations, and he was trashed in ways that he would not have done so to the others.  The others' expectations were not what he wanted.  The others' imagination was not his true self.  To the opposite of the others' thinking and imagination, the true Ning Bo was much smarter, kinder and private.  Yet the publicity and anticipation of him of not being himself was like a giant mill, grinding him slowly without mercy, and grilling his youth away.  I saw many of the "prodigy children" ground and grilled that way, which was just the lost imagination of the whole country, parallel to the way Chinese gloom its Olympic athletes.


Till this day, I still remember meeting Ning Bo the last time before our graduation.  He gave me the farewell gift - his hand copied poem praising youth and future.  As we were departing and shook hands that night, he said: "Let's wait 20 more years, by then we will all be free, doing what we wanted, then we could meet again."  That was 1983, 25 years ago.


The 5 years we stayed in USTC were indeed memorable years, yet competitive.  He did not have perfect and best scores, a fact that is not a secret.  After all, why should he do well on these physics classes he did not like?  He had asked many times to study any other fields that he was interested but was always refused by the authority.  I never asked Ning Bo for his test score, which may have helped win his trust.  As a matter of fact, I even questioned why we had to take the classes the others think are most important and had to think they are important too.  This opinion must have fit his train of thought regardless whether expressed by him or not, and is still an opinions I hold nowadays.  Take as an example, in those days playing the Oriental "go" chess was considered as "not class related and therefore should not be done."  But both of us enjoyed it.  Once I also became interested in playing bridge, but he told me that he just had to choose "go" over "bridge".  "Go is all in the open, with nothing to hide and nothing to do with chance and probability, that is a more fair game." He proclaimed.  "Plus, I do not need to be shipped to Beijing to play bridge and go kind of games with Deng XiaoPing all the time." What he said affected my future judgment on issues, as well as my preference of playing "go" over playing bridge.


Despite he was 2 years junior than me, in this way, he still served as my mentor.  If someone should take any credit for my championship in the 1st "go" competition in the University, he should be the one.  It is interesting that even nowadays, I hear some people tell the others that they were the coach for me to win the championships of "go".  Honestly, if anyone deserves the credit of my championships, it should be Ning Bo.  Nevertheless, he did not claim so, even though there are plenty of others, including other playmates that have tried to take the "coaching credit" for my championship in the university.


I liked "go" since I was very young, about 5 years old.  But I did not have a complete set for the 19 by 19 board and hundreds black and white stones needed to play.  So for a long time, I had to set up the chessboard in my own mind.  Without a coach and/or player, I had to play both white and black stones myself.  That kind of play and training of thought has natural faults that could be easily detected by an experienced player and thus result in defeat.  On my way to the national college competition in Beijing, the athlete school coach who gave us 2 weeks training harshly criticized me for my way of playing: "You must be fighting against the other with your own maximum intelligence and courage, instead of cheating to yourself and the other.  Never treat the other as a fool." He said.  I thought of this advice often, and indeed they brought profound help and served my life later on.


In 1982, I ranked the 2nd in the "go" competition in Anhui Province that qualified me to make a high-class trip as an athlete to visit Beijing as I always wanted but could not afford.  Only after arriving in Beijing, did I realize that I was really competing with all the professionals, who either are professional players to start with, or graduated from "go schools", or had well known masters as teachers, except me as the only amateur there (the uncle of the champion who won me was China's national "go" champion HUANG YongJi, who coached his niece when she was a baby) .  Everyone there has his or her own "go" play set, except me.  So I lost all the interest to compete there and was depressed when I came back from Beijing.  How could you expect someone to play it well when she does not even have a set to practice?


Ning Bo knew that.


One day he came to me and asked me to play in the first "go" competition in the University.  I refused.  "But there is a set of 'go' if you win the championship." He tried to persuade me.  I was motivated for the prize but knew that it would be hard to win because there is already a university designated team of "go" players who got special training all the time.  At that time, the coach of the female team, Huang K. from Sichuan (who has won a list of honors even in recent years in the USA, and ranked 2nd place) was romantically interested in the leading female player of the team who was a very pretty and smart girl called Liu H.  Before I even applied to join the competition, the self made rule surfaced that people who are not members of the university "go" team are not qualified for the competition, obviously an intention to reduce competition, most likely against me.  I certainly felt insulted by the rule, so I insisted for the competition.  Ning Bo helped me and appealed for my qualification and argued how could the university disqualify the 2nd ranked player in the province only because she was not in their official players' team?  Because of his and others effort, finally I was able to compete.  The rest of the story was that I won the championship but broke Huang and Liu's romance.  Were Ning Bo and I responsible for this failed romance?  Or was because coach Huang K. too aggressive to deny my qualification and thus making me the nature competitor to his chosen girl?  Some of my schoolmates asked me this question on a public Internet forum last year, but I am wondering if Huang K. (who got married to someone else) even cares about that part of his history nowadays anyway.


The university was generous and they did award me the "go" set I had wanted for years.  It was such a good set that I treasured it so much I barely played to avoid contamination and wearing it out.  But later after I moved to Beijing to work when my younger brother wanted to go to Tibet and my parents refused to finance his trip due to concern for his safety, I had to sell it to the highest bidder for 20 RMB, along with all my other valuables including my food ration certificates.  I always felt bad that I had to do that and did not tell Ning Bo what had happened to my trophy set.


A conversation occurring between him and me reflects our relationship during those years.  "You never asked me to play 'go' with you like everyone else," he said one day.  "That is because I have no comparison to you," I answered.  "But many others are not that good, but would want to do it anyway because of my name recognition, not my skill." He said with a sigh and a grin of bitter smile.  People often know Huang K. as "the top player at USTC", who had very aggressive style both in his way of playing "go", as well as his conduct on the campus.  But Ning Bo, never bragged the fact that he won most of the times when he competing with Huang K.  In both way of playing "go" and personal conduct, Ning Bo was very modest.  Whenever we discuss "go", he praised and recommended Huang K., this is also the reason I respect and admire Ning Bo. 


A humble and polite kid who did not and was not able to refuse all the public flashing lights, Ning Bo told me that before his road to the "stardom of prodigy child" his father (who later denounced him for his "lack of performance", what a pity) had warned him: "I could be a sacrifice."  "But I accepted it."  He must be regretting.


As we went on our own separate ways in the opposite sides of the globe, I have thought of him often with great fondness, of our innocent teenage time in this prestigious university.  I thought him more of an interesting friend in reality, than a prodigy child with a glowing hue on his head.  I liked to listen to him to talk about traditional Chinese culture instead find out the scores on his physics tests.


A little over a decade ago, when I went back to Hefei and paid a visit to USTC, I learned from the other classmates that Ning Bo had already gone through the trauma of adulthood including family complications and fatherhood.  Academically, he was finally teaching Chinese medicine and herbs there instead of physics, which sounds like something that fits him better.  When my old classmates who are now professors in the University held a welcome party for me at the USTC campus, Ning Bo appeared.  "Wow, we have not seen him for a while, even though we are on the same campus all this time", some of them told me later on, and also told me that Ning Bo was a loner and did not have many friends, just like several other prominent "prodigy children" of our class.  I was really sad and said that I felt sorry for him to carry all the burden of the prodigy child including all those famous events like playing go and bridge with people like Deng XiaoPing, a responsibility he should not have to carry and care about.


These days, I often miss my prize set of "go" chess that I sacrificed to finance my brother's Tibet tour, along with part of my own history and friendship with Ning Bo.  In some way, I felt guilty to Ning Bo, who tried so hard and was so convinced that I would win the championship in the university that I was not so sure of myself.  I am forever grateful for his encouragement to me to have confidence in my go chess playing skill and my intelligence, as well as my confidence in my life.  Yet to the end, I could not give him the same in return, as he had to escape this secular world in exchange for monk's plain clothes and reading his Buddhist books by the dimming light.


As I am writing this eulogy and feel sorrow and sadness for Ning Bo, I am reminded a song by the British musician Sting, which was about playing cards:


It Is Not the Shape of My Heart


He deals the cards as a meditation

And those he plays never suspect

He doesn't play for the money he wins

He doesn't play for respect

... ...


I know that the spades are swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart

... ...


He may conceal a king in his hand

While the memory of it fades

... ...


Quietly, tears dropped off my eyes.  I suddenly realized that Ning Bo has always  "doesn't play for the money he wins, and he doesn't play for respect".  As people are trying so hard to play their cards and be carefully calculating, Ning Bo has been always held the King in his hand.  His heart has never really been on that table, that secular world.


Maybe he should not come anyway.


He belongs to another world.


After all, who could affirm Ning Bo's concentration to Buddhism and his departure from this secular world is a sad conclusion?


I woke up one morning from my dreams with my right finger holding one of those polished shining black and white stones of my trophy "go" set and ready to be "knocked" to the board.  Across the table, it was Ning Bo playing "go" chess with me.  His face was still pale with childish innocence, but full of wisdom.  He smiled, with his heart simple and at peace. 


That was a perfect dream, a forever dream.



Related photos:

1. NING Bo entered university at the age of 13:


2. HUANG Ciping with some of prodigy children in her class (from left to right: XIE YanBo, ZHOU ShuDong, QIU Xiu, CUI ChunShi, HUANG Ciping, photo from the poster used to recruit talented children in China):


3. Photography is the same hobby I shared with Ning Bo:




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Wei Jingsheng Foundation News and Article Release Issue: A412-W222



Release Date: September 16, 2008



Topic: A Forever "Go" Set, In Tribute to Our Friendship -- My Eulogy of Ning Bo, the Most Well Known Prodigy Child of China (HUANG Ciping's Memoir on the Occasion of the 30th Year Reform in China)

标题:永久的棋盘 -- 怀念宁铂 (黄慈萍)


Original Language Version: Chinese (Chinese version at the end)










m节:永久的棋盘 -- 怀念宁铂



在我还年轻的时候,我会常常重复地作同一个梦:一个人正在给我吟咏一千年前的思想家、政治家和文人王安石的著名篇章《伤仲永》。梦里,我听不到任何声音,却完全理解每一个字。我痛苦挣扎,几乎窒息。最后我声嘶力竭地叫喊: "不不,那不是我!"终于,我醒过来了,汗水淋淋,在拒绝的情绪中我禁不住问:这个人是谁?






当年,人们都知道幼年的宁铂是个三岁能数数上百,四岁能认识400多个字的"天才"。然而人们并不真正了解他。后来,许多人,特别是中国的家长们对宁铂印象不佳,特别是看到他情绪激动地争论少年教育体系,痛苦地否定自己的神童教育乃至少年班的大学经历的时候,他们更难以原谅他。的确,那些父母们很难理解,一个当时红遍天下的神童怎么会反对他受益非凡、让他名声鹊起的体制? 不用说,宁铂从来都知道,我也知道,他过去是、今天也是整个体制的祭祀品和牺牲品。因为他的牺牲,才有我们这类所谓有才华的少年的幸存,也才有我对他的格外同情与愤世嫉俗,以致于我的一些朋友都难以接受我个人对那种教育体制的抨击。






第一件事情是我得到我的高中文凭的经历。我靠一星期内日夜不停地学习,获得了高中文凭,目标是参加全国统一高考。因为我背着"出身不好"的 黑锅,直到我被大学录取的前几个月,我连做梦也不敢想自己能上大学。正是这个上大学的梦想赋予了我勇气,现在回想起来连我自己都不敢相信,我对老师夸下的海口,扬言一周内可以修完高中课程。我的认真与以往出色的成绩说服了老师们,并在一周后通过了各门考试。现在看来,背水一战似的绝望有时真的可以让人产生非凡的勇气,让人发奋图强并且得到意想不到的收获。因为那次经历,那种姿态成了我后来几十年的一贯态度:我对中国的前途有了更久远的信心,不管达到这个目的需要经历多少挑战和困境,我的信心和勇气不减一分。


第二件事情是我核实自己高考成绩的过程。1978年高考之后,我精确地回忆了每一道题目的细节并从头做了一遍,计算出我的得分是420分(满分500)。这件事情确实证明了我的记忆比我通常抱怨的好得多。 当时还有不少人笑话我吹牛。结果成绩公布了,我得了422分,在合肥地区近万名高中生中排名第三。这件事让我明白,任何参与和信心必须建立在仔细和求实的精确性上,也建立在对自己能力的乐观自信上。










那是一种毫无掩饰的直视,和他谦和的本性相去甚远。在那个男女授受不亲的时代,这样的注视是很奇怪的举动。我不由地疑惑:他这样盯着我,算是竞争,还是好奇?感觉上,我迎接他的目光,仿佛是在迎接挑战,宛如一只骄傲的公鸡昂起了脖子准备进入的那种挑战。也许,是我的眼光让他有了种挑战感?宁铂当时是全国知名的神童,被破例选拔到大学里来,但我也有自傲的理由 -- 我没有读完高中,但跳级后在和一万名高中毕业生竞争中赢得了第三名进入科大。当时有些少年班的学生连高考录取分数线都过不了,而我用不着被破例选拔,我的分数为我说话!何况我是科大学生中只占十分之一的女生!!










我从五岁起就十分喜爱围棋,但却一直没有一副完整的围棋。在很长的一段时间,我不得不在脑子里画出一个虚空的棋盘,自己和自己下棋。没有师傅,没有对手,我只好自己又下白子,又下黑子,自得其乐。 这种下法和思考问题的方式有其不可避免的缺陷,很容易被有经验的棋手看出破绽,并致于死地。由于要参加在北京举行的首届全国大学生围棋竞赛,省围棋队的教练给我们进行过两周的训练。教练批评我:"你必须和你的对手下棋,而不是把对方当作傻瓜,好像人家不知道你在想什么。你要以最大的智慧和勇气来战胜对方,而不是自欺欺人!"这位教练不仅教了我如何下围棋,而且也启发了我的人生。






















He deals the cards as a meditation

And those he plays never suspect

He doesn't play for the money he wins

He doesn't play for respect






I know that the spades are swords of a soldier

I know that the clubs are weapons of war

I know that diamonds mean money for this art

But that's not the shape of my heart







He may conceal a king in his hand

While the memory of it fades



















1. 13岁就上大学的宁铂:


2. 用于科大招生广告的宣传照片(从左到右:谢彦波、周曙东、邱岫、崔春实、黄慈萍):


3. 宁铂也喜欢摄影:











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