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Chapter 5. Learning from Mistakes第五章 从错误里学

A manga for grown-ups. Read it in English or Chinese.给大人看的漫画。可以用中文或英文读。

Winter evening in Grandpa's living room at Spring Festival, warm light from the ceiling lamp falling through ONE round red paper lantern with a gold tassel, so the table glows red-gold. Grandpa (left) and Papa (right) sit FACING EACH OTHER across the round table, each holding a small fan of five cards, faces towards themselves, red backs to us. Grandpa in his navy padded coat over his grey cardigan, glasses on the cord at his chest, wears a sly, delighted look over his cards. Papa, huge on a small stool, his knees too high, in his navy cable-knit jumper and no coat, frowns hard at his own cards with his tongue between his teeth. Between them, at the back of the table, Xiaoyu in her sky-blue jacket rests her chin on her folded arms and watches them both, amused and tender. Four cards lie face up in a row in the middle of the table. The dim wall and ceiling above the lantern are the quiet area for the title.
Chapter 5第五章Learning from Mistakes从错误里学
Evening in winter at the airport. Night outside the tall glass wall, white lights on the apron; the hall bright and even under white ceiling light. Through the arrivals sliding glass doors on the LEFT comes Papa, very tall and broad in his dark olive waxed jacket, pushing a trolley with one big battered suitcase on it; he grins and lifts one hand high. From the right, Xiaoyu in her sky-blue padded jacket and tartan scarf runs to him across the pale stone floor, her ponytail flying. Behind the low silver rail, a few far-off travellers as quiet grey shapes. The white ceiling above is the quiet area.
February. Spring Festival. Papa came for three weeks.二月,过年。爸爸来住三个礼拜。
Evening, the airport hall, bright white light. Papa has caught Xiaoyu in a big hug and lifted her right off the floor, her trainers dangling, her face pressed laughing into his shoulder; his big hands across her back, his eyes shut, grinning into her hair. Two clear outlines, his and hers. The plain white wall behind is the quiet area.
Papa!爸爸!
Evening, the airport hall, bright white light. Papa sets Xiaoyu down (only the top of her head at the bottom edge) and looks up and to the RIGHT, past her, at someone off panel; his grin goes careful and shy, eyebrows up. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain white wall behind.
Hi, Hui.嗨,慧。
Evening, the airport hall, bright even light. Mama in her camel coat, her handbag on her shoulder, steps in and gives Papa a quick, stiff hug, one arm only, her face turned aside on his shoulder, tired and guarded; Papa's arms open a beat too late, his face uncertain. A gap of cold air between their bodies. The white wall and ceiling above them are the quiet area. Only these two.
Hi, Cal.嗨,卡尔。
Seven months apart. Mama hugged him like a cousin.七个月没见。妈妈抱他,像抱个表哥。
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Night, the fourth-floor landing lit by the warm stair lamp. Grandpa has opened his front door, the dark green security gate swung back; he stands in the doorway in his navy padded coat over the grey cardigan, glasses on the cord at his chest, and looks UP, startled, his bushy eyebrows high, at someone much taller than him just off panel to the RIGHT. A red paper lantern hangs over his door. The dim hallway behind him is the quiet area.
‹Who's this great big foreigner?›哪来这么大个老外?
Night, the warm stair lamp. Grandpa takes the small dark red notebook out of his RIGHT cardigan pocket and peers into it, holding it close to his chest so the page faces HIM: we see only the worn red cover and the page edges, NOT the writing. His brows knit as he reads, then begin to lift. Glasses on his nose for reading. The dim hallway behind is the quiet area.
Ka-lun. Huihui's husband. Fixes boats. Very big.
卡伦。慧慧的男人。修船的。个子很大。卡伦。慧慧的男人。修船的。个子很大。
Night, the warm stair lamp. Papa, a little taller than Grandpa, stands on the landing in his olive waxed jacket and bows awkwardly from the waist, holding out one red tartan shortbread tin with BOTH big hands, the polite way he has been taught; his face red with effort, trying very hard. Grandpa in the doorway, glasses back on their cord, looks at the tin, then up at him, and his face starts to soften. Mama and Xiaoyu are off panel. The plain wall above them is the quiet area.
‹Hel… lo. Dad.›你……好。爸。
Night, the warm stair lamp. Grandpa holds the tartan tin against his cardigan with one hand and waves the other big hand at the landing, ushering the visitor in, looking LEFT towards him, gruff and pleased at once. The dim hallway behind him is the quiet area.
‹Come in, come in. You're letting the cold in.›快进来,冷风都灌进来了。
Night, the living room's ceiling lamp. A big battered suitcase lies open on the floor: inside, a neat stack of TWELVE round red tartan shortbread tins fills almost all of it, with three folded jumpers squeezed down one side. Papa's big hand rests on the lid edge at the top of the panel. The plain floor is the quiet area.
Twelve tins of shortbread. Three jumpers. Not one word of Chinese.十二盒黄油饼干,三件毛衣,一句中文也不会。
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Late at night. The tiny kitchen is lit only by its bare bulb; we look in from the dark hallway, the doorframe black at both edges. Mama (left) and Papa (right) sit at the small square wooden table facing each other, two cups of tea between them, talking low. Mama in her grey jumper with her coat round her shoulders, hands round her cup; Papa's big forearms on the table, sleeves pushed up. The wall tiles above them are the quiet area.
That night I couldn't sleep.那天夜里,我睡不着。
In July, when my year's up, Dad comes back with us.七月我这一年满了,就带爸一起回去。
Late at night under the bare bulb. Papa turns his tea cup slowly in his big hands and looks LEFT at Mama, earnest and hopeful. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. The plain tiled wall behind is the quiet area.
I've done up the wee room for him. The one that looks at the sea.小房间我给他收拾好了。看得见海的那间。
Late at night under the bare bulb. Mama rubs her forehead with two fingers, eyes shut a moment, tired to the bone, then looks RIGHT at Papa. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain tiled wall behind.
I can't fly here every month, Cal. And I can't stay.卡尔,我没法每个月飞回来,也没法留下。
Late at night. Xiaoyu stands in the dark by the kitchen doorway in pyjamas with her sky-blue padded jacket over them, her back to the wall; a narrow strip of warm light from the kitchen falls across her eyes. Her face lights up slowly with a secret, hopeful thought, lips pressed together. Dark wall above her is the quiet area.
Grandpa in Scotland. Then I'd never have to leave him.外公去苏格兰,我就再也不用离开他了。
Late at night. Grandpa's small bedroom is dark; a thin strip of light from the half-open door falls across the narrow bed. Grandpa sleeps on his back under a thick winter quilt, his face peaceful, his mouth a little open. His red notebook lies closed on the bedside stool beside his glasses. The dark wall above the bed is the quiet area.
Nobody had asked Grandpa.谁也没问过外公。
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The next morning, grey daylight from the balcony doors. Papa, in his navy jumper, stands flat-footed with NO stool and hangs the round red paper lantern on the ceiling lamp with one long arm. Grandpa (left) stands below pointing up with one finger, telling him where, half impressed. Xiaoyu (right) holds the gold tassel steady, grinning. The plain pale ceiling around the lamp is the quiet area.
Grandpa decided Papa was good for one thing. He could reach the ceiling.外公认定,这女婿起码有一样好。够得着天花板。
Afternoon, grey daylight and the red lantern above. Grandpa sits at the round table and shuffles the worn red-backed deck with quick, practised hands, one neat stack, and looks up and RIGHT with a sly gleam. Glasses on the cord at his chest. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
‹Sit down. Can he play cards?›坐。他会打牌吗?
Afternoon, grey daylight. Xiaoyu has started to lay out four cards face up to explain the rules; Grandpa raises one big flat hand like a stop sign over the cards, firm and smiling, looking LEFT at her. Xiaoyu stops, surprised. Card faces show one suit mark each, no numbers. The wall above is the quiet area.
‹Don't explain. In my village nobody explained. You lose till you learn.›别教。我们村里,没人教。输着输着,就会了。
Afternoon, grey daylight and the red lantern above. Papa sits on a small stool, his knees comically high, five cards in a tiny fan in his huge hand (faces to him, red backs to us), with a lost but game grin. Grandpa, dealing the last card, looks across at him like a village schoolmaster. Xiaoyu stands at the back between them translating, one hand on Papa's shoulder. The plain wall above them is the quiet area.
He says you'll learn by losing.他说,你输着输着就会了。
Fair enough.行吧。
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Late afternoon, lamp on, red lantern light. Grandpa's big hand sweeps four face-up cards across the table towards himself; his face above, at the top right, is calm and pleased. The table and cards are the clearest things. Plain dim wall above.
slap啪
Late afternoon, lamp light. Papa stares at the table where the trick has gone, his empty-ish hand of cards lowered, his mouth open, utterly lost. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain wall behind.
He didn't know the rules or the words. He only knew he'd lost.他不懂规矩,也听不懂话,只知道自己输了。
Late afternoon, lamp light. Lili, in her long red padded coat, sits on a stool at the end of the table and counts the cards in Grandpa's pile on her fingers, delighted, looking RIGHT towards Papa off panel. Plain wall above her.
‹Nine! He lost by nine!›九分!他输了九分!
Late afternoon, lamp light. Papa has turned a shortbread tin lid upside down on the table: its plain silver inside faces up and towards him. He writes one short black mark at the top of it with a fat marker, his face set, half rueful, half determined. The lid is the clearest thing. Plain wall above.
Nine. Let's make that smaller.九分。得往下压。
−9−9
Late afternoon, lamp light, the blank red strips beside the front door. Haoran in his winter jacket leans on the door frame with his sticker-covered silver laptop under his arm, his single wired earbud in his LEFT ear (on the viewer's right), grinning at the card table off panel to the LEFT. Xiaoyu beside him looks at him, half amused. The wall above them is the quiet area.
Your dad's invented a loss function.你爸自己发明了个损失函数。
THE LOSS. A machine that learns needs one number that says how wrong it was. It is called the loss. A right answer scores zero. The further off it is, the bigger the loss, and big misses often count extra. Learning means making that number smaller.损失。机器要学习,得有个数告诉它错了多少,这个数叫"损失"。答对是零,错得越远损失越大,大错往往还要多罚。学习,就是让这个数变小。
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Another afternoon, grey daylight, the red lantern above. In the foreground the upturned shortbread lid lies on the table, its silver inside showing a short column of black marker marks, one under another. Behind it Papa (left) lays one card down slowly, watching Grandpa's face, not the cards; Grandpa (right) keeps a poker face but his eyebrow twitches. Plain wall above them is the quiet area.
Every day he lost. Every day he changed one small thing.他天天输,天天改一点。
−9 −7 −8 −6−9 −7 −8 −6
Afternoon, grey daylight. Haoran sits on a stool by the wall, his open laptop on his knees with its screen facing him and its glow on his glasses, his single earbud in his LEFT ear; he looks LEFT at the card table off panel and explains, pleased with himself. Plain wall above.
It's like going downhill in fog. You can't see the bottom. You feel the slope.就像雾里下山。看不见山脚,只能拿脚试坡。
A picture of an idea. Thick white fog on a wide grassy hillside in the early morning; the bottom of the valley is hidden. A small man in a navy jumper (Papa, tiny, from behind) feels the ground with one foot before taking a careful step downhill. Nothing else in sight, only the slope and the fog. The fog above is the quiet area.
GRADIENT DESCENT. The hill's height is the loss, like Papa's scores on the tin lid. A machine can't see the bottom, so it feels which way is down and takes a small step.梯度下降。山的高低就是损失,好比爸爸写在饼干盒盖上的分数。机器看不见山脚,只能摸摸哪边往下,朝那边迈一小步。
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Morning, soft grey daylight from the balcony doors. Mama sits close beside Grandpa on the sofa and holds a slim silver tablet between them, its screen tilted towards HIM, its glow on both faces. Mama is bright and hopeful, selling it; Grandpa peers at the screen with polite suspicion, glasses on his nose. The wall above them is the quiet area. Only these two.
Mama's first try.妈妈第一次劝。
‹Dad, look. Edinburgh. This is our street.›爸,你看。爱丁堡。这是我们家那条街。
Morning. Over Grandpa's shoulder we see the tablet screen: a gentle manga painting of a steep grey stone street running down to a grey sea, with a castle on a hill behind, NO words or signs. Mama's hand holds the tablet; Grandpa's white crew cut and shoulder fill the left edge. The sky in the picture on screen is the quiet area.
‹And the sea at the end of the road. You'd love the sea.›街口就是海。你会喜欢的。
Morning, grey daylight. Grandpa takes off his reading glasses and lets them drop to their cord, and looks LEFT at Mama, puzzled and plain, as if asking the most obvious thing in the world. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain wall behind.
‹Where's the lake?›湖呢?
Morning, grey daylight. Grandpa leans back on the sofa with his arms folded and a sly grin, very pleased with his joke. Xiaoyu, sitting cross-legged on the floor at the left, snorts with laughter behind her hand. Mama at the right lowers the tablet into her lap and does NOT laugh: her mouth tight, her eyes down. The wall above is the quiet area.
‹And who would I play chess with? The seagulls?›我跟谁下棋去?跟海鸥下?
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New Year's Eve, night. The round table is crammed with steaming dishes, a whole fish, bowls and chopsticks, under the red lantern's warm light; the balcony doors behind are black with night. Uncle Wu (left) in his mustard padded jacket stands up with a small glass raised, beaming and loud; Grandpa (centre, back) laughs; Papa (right), huge on a small stool, holds his chopsticks wrongly and grins, lost. In the near corners only the backs of shoulders and two hands (Mama's, Haoran's), quiet shapes. The plain wall above them is the quiet area.
New Year's Eve. Six of us round a table for four.大年三十。六个人挤一张四人桌。
‹A foreign son-in-law! Huihui, you've landed a big fish!›洋女婿!慧慧,你钓了条大鱼啊!
New Year's Eve, night, the warm lantern light inside, the dark landing behind her. Lili in her long red padded coat stands in the open doorway holding a big plate of dumplings in both hands, her cheeks pink with cold, grinning in at the room to the LEFT. The blank red strips either side of the door. The dark landing above is the quiet area.
‹Mum says Happy New Year. These are for the foreigner.›我妈说过年好!饺子给老外吃。
New Year's Eve, night, warm lantern light. On a floured board in front of him, Grandpa's own small neat dumplings stand in rows beside a few huge, lumpy ones with tall pinched ridges like the keels of little boats. Grandpa holds up one of the big lumpy ones and roars with laughter, delighted, looking RIGHT. Plain wall above.
‹Boats! His dumplings are boats!›船!他包的是船!
Midnight on New Year's Eve. Fireworks burst over the dark river outside, and their coloured light, red, gold and green, flashes on three faces pressed close to the balcony glass from inside: Xiaoyu (left) wide-eyed, Grandpa (centre) smiling like a boy, Papa (right) open-mouthed, his hand on Xiaoyu's shoulder. The red paper goat on the glass. The dark sky above the bursts is the quiet area.
At midnight the whole city went off at once.半夜十二点,整座城一齐炸开了。
boom嘭
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New Year's Eve, after midnight, warm lantern light. Papa stands up at the table with a small glass in one hand and a crumpled scrap of plain paper in the other, its writing side toward him (we see its blank back), clearing his throat, nervous and brave. Xiaoyu beside him, still seated, whispers up at him, mouthing the words. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
Papa had practised his speech with me all week.爸爸跟我练了一个礼拜的祝酒词。
After midnight, warm lantern light. Papa raises his little glass towards Grandpa off panel to the LEFT and speaks slowly and carefully, every syllable an effort, his face red and earnest. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain wall behind.
‹Dad. Happy New Year. Come to Scotland and… cook with us.›爸。新年好。来苏格兰……跟我们一起……煮。
After midnight, warm lantern light. Xiaoyu claps both hands over her mouth, eyes huge, horrified and trying not to laugh; her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Plain wall behind her is the quiet area.
He meant "live". In Chinese the two words sound almost the same.他想说"住",说成了"煮"。
After midnight, warm lantern light. Grandpa, seated, raises his own small glass towards Papa off panel to the RIGHT, perfectly deadpan, one eyebrow up, only the corner of his mouth giving him away. Glasses on the cord at his chest. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
‹Cooking I can do. Here.›煮饭我会。在这儿煮。
After midnight, warm lantern light. Uncle Wu (left) throws his head back and roars, slapping the table; Papa (centre) laughs at himself, rubbing the back of his neck, red to the ears. Mama (right) is the one still face: she looks down into her glass, unsmiling, alone in the noise. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
Everyone laughed. Except Mama.大家都笑了。除了妈妈。
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New Year's Day, afternoon, grey daylight and the red lantern. Papa holds his five-card fan; Uncle Wu leans right over his shoulder, jabbing a fat finger at his cards, shouting advice. Grandpa (right) waits with his own fan, amused and patient. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
‹Throw them all! Big ones first! Change everything!›全扔出去!先出大的!全改!
Uncle Wu was a coach nobody had asked for.吴爷爷是自封的教练。
New Year's Day, afternoon. On the table lie all of Papa's big cards, thrown down at once, face up; Grandpa's big hand sweeps the whole lot towards himself. Grandpa's face at the top right, calm, a tiny smile. The cards are the clearest thing.
slap啪
New Year's Day, afternoon. Papa holds the upturned silver lid and adds a mark at the bottom of the column, a little lower and longer than the others; he groans, his head dropping. The lid is the clearest thing. Plain wall above.
Twelve. Worse than day one.十二分。比头一天还惨。
−9 −7 −8 −6 −12−9 −7 −8 −6 −12
New Year's Day, afternoon, grey light through the balcony glass. Haoran (left) leans on the glass with his hands in his pockets, the earbud in his LEFT ear hidden as he faces right; he looks RIGHT at Xiaoyu, wise and smug. Xiaoyu (right) winces towards the card table. The pale sky behind the glass is the quiet area.
Steps too big. He jumped right over the valley.步子太大。一下跳过了山谷。
THE STEP SIZE. How big a step to take is called the learning rate. People choose it, not the machine. Too small, and learning takes forever. Too big, and the machine jumps over the valley and bounces from side to side, or flies right off the hill.步子多大。每一步迈多大,叫"学习率"。这是人定的,不是机器自己学的。步子太小,学到猴年马月;步子太大,就一下跨过山谷,在两边来回蹦,甚至蹦出山去。
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The second day of the new year, morning, grey daylight. Haoran sits at the round table with his open laptop, screen facing him; Xiaoyu (left) puts down in front of him a thick stack of her old practice sheets, squared paper with BLANK squares, nothing written (the real characters are lettered in afterwards). Haoran looks at the stack like treasure. The plain wall above them is the quiet area.
Haoran had a new project.浩然有了新项目。
Every sheet since September. A hundred a day. What for?九月起的全在这儿,一天一百个字。拿去干嘛?
Morning, grey daylight. Haoran looks LEFT at Xiaoyu over his square glasses, his know-it-all grin gone, his jaw set and his eyes hard and hurt. His single wired earbud in his LEFT ear. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain wall behind.
Dad binned the board. He can't bin a program.我爸把板子扔了。程序他扔不了。
Morning. Over Xiaoyu's shoulder we see the laptop screen, facing her: on the left a soft grey square, on the right a soft grey answer box, both EMPTY, no marks at all (the real characters are lettered in afterwards). Haoran's hand on the trackpad at the right edge. Xiaoyu's cheek and ponytail at the left edge, her head tilted, half offended. The plain wall above the screen is the quiet area.
It thinks my "rain" is "two".它把我的"雨"认成"两"了。
雨 → 两雨 → 两
A picture of an idea, in the same fine pen and watercolour. Across a pale cream ground, four loose rows of small round knobs, like the knobs on Haoran's old neuron board, are joined by fine threads from left to right, one layer to the next, ending in one knob on the far right. A soft red glow starts at that last knob and flows BACKWARDS along the threads, right to left, and each knob it reaches turns a tiny way, some left, some right. Nothing else, NO words, NO numbers, NO arrows with labels. The pale space above is the quiet area.
Twelve thousand knobs in there. I don't turn one. The mistake does.里面一万二千个旋钮,我一个不拧,错误替我拧。
PASSING THE BLAME BACK. When an answer is wrong, the program works backwards from the end, layer by layer, and tells every knob how much it added to the mistake and which way to turn. This is backpropagation. Several people found it. In 1986 Rumelhart, Hinton and Williams showed it could teach hidden layers.把错往回传。答案错了,程序就从最后一层一层层往回算,告诉每个旋钮这个错它占几分、该往哪边拧。这叫"反向传播",不止一个人想到过。一九八六年,鲁梅尔哈特、辛顿和威廉斯证明,它能教会隐藏层。
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Night, the lights off. The living room is dark except for the soft blue glow of Haoran's open laptop left on the round table, its screen facing away from us towards the empty chair; its glow reaches Grandpa, who stands at his bedroom doorway in his padded coat over pyjamas, peering at it with sleepy suspicion. The dark lantern hangs above. The dark ceiling is the quiet area.
‹That machine's been muttering all night.›这机器嘀咕一晚上了。
Early morning, pale grey daylight. Haoran (left) and Xiaoyu (right) lean in over the laptop together, the screen facing them, its glow on their faces; Haoran grins, tired and proud, his hair sticking up; Xiaoyu stares, amazed. The pale wall above is the quiet area.
Nobody told it about the four dots inside 雨. It found them.“雨”里那四个点,没人教它,是它自己找的。
雨 → 雨雨 → 雨
Morning, pale grey daylight. From above: the round table covered in Xiaoyu's practice sheets, squared paper fanned out in overlapping drifts, hundreds of them, their squares BLANK, nothing written (the real characters are lettered in afterwards); the open laptop at one side, screen facing its empty chair. Only one small corner of one sheet is crisp, one empty square where a character will be lettered in; everything else soft. The plain table edge at the top is the quiet area.
It never knows why it was wrong. Only how much, and which way.它从来不知道为啥错,只知道错了多少、往哪边改。
MANY SMALL NUDGES. One example, one tiny nudge to every knob. Then the next, and the next. Once through all the examples is an epoch, and training takes many. Nobody tells the program what to look for. It finds useful pieces by itself, like the four dots in 雨.无数次小调整。看一个例子,每个旋钮都轻轻拧一下;再看下一个,再拧一下。所有例子过一遍叫一"轮",训练要过很多轮。该看什么,没人告诉程序。有用的小零件,比如"雨"里那四个点,是它自己找到的。
Afternoon, grey daylight and the red lantern. Papa sits at the round table with his five-card fan held close, his eyes NOT on his cards but on Grandpa's face off panel to the RIGHT, reading it; a small knowing smile. Beside his elbow the upturned lid, its column of marker marks now longer. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
I know why, mind. I'm learning to read his face.我可知道为啥。我在学看他的脸色。
−5 −4 −3−5 −4 −3
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Afternoon, flat grey daylight, the lantern unlit. Mama props her silver tablet on the round table facing Grandpa, its glow on his face; Grandpa sits stiffly in his padded coat, hands on his knees, glasses on his nose. Xiaoyu stands behind his shoulder at the right, watching the screen with him. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
Mama's third try. A care home in Edinburgh, with a nurse who spoke Chinese.妈妈第三次劝。爱丁堡一家养老院,有个护士会说中文。
Afternoon. Over Grandpa's shoulder we see the tablet screen, facing him: a video call showing a kind Chinese nurse in her forties in a pale blue uniform, smiling warmly, and behind her a clean room with a window onto a grey car park under a grey sky; drawn in simple manga style, NO words or signs. Grandpa's white crew cut and shoulder at the left edge. The grey sky in the call's window is the quiet area.
‹Uncle Chen, I'm from Fujian. We'd look after you well here.›陈伯伯,我是福建人。我们会好好照顾您的。
Afternoon, flat grey light. Grandpa leans close to the screen (its glow on his face) and cranes his neck as if to see round the edge of it, searching, his brows knitted, lost. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. Plain wall behind.
‹Where's the water? I can't see any water.›水呢?我怎么看不见水?
Afternoon, flat grey light. The call is over and the tablet lies dark on the table. Grandpa turns to Mama (left) and takes her hand in both of his, his face small and frightened like a lost child. Mama looks at him, stricken, her mouth open, no words. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
‹Huihui… I want to go home.›慧慧……我想回家。
He was home.他就在家里。
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Night, the stairwell lit only by the warm stair lamp on the fourth-floor landing; the high window black. On the landing below, by Grandpa's dark green security gate, Mama (left, coat pulled tight) and Papa (right, in his jumper) face each other a step apart, arms folded, voices low. In the near foreground Xiaoyu sits hugging her knees on a step of the flight above in the shadow, only her back, ponytail and one ear in view, listening. The dark stair wall above is the quiet area.
That night they went out on the stairs to fight, so Grandpa wouldn't hear. I heard all of it.那天夜里,他们跑到楼梯上去吵,怕外公听见。我全听见了。
Night, the warm stair lamp from above. Papa looks LEFT at Mama, his voice low and steady, sad not angry. His face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. The dim green wall behind.
He's said no three times, Hui.慧,他都说了三回不了。
Night, the warm stair lamp from above. Mama looks RIGHT at Papa, her eyes bright and angry, her chin up. Her face in the middle of the panel, NOT in the top quarter. The dim green wall behind.
You've known him two weeks.你才认识他两个礼拜。
Night, the warm stair lamp. Papa, hurt now, his jaw tight, looks LEFT at Mama. The dim green wall behind.
You've been gone seven months.你走了七个月了。
Night, the warm stair lamp. Mama's eyes fill; she looks RIGHT at Papa and does not let the tears fall. The dim green wall behind.
He's my dad.他是我爸。
Night, the warm stair lamp. Papa goes down the stairs away from the landing, his big back to us, one hand on the rail, not looking back; Mama is off panel. In the near foreground at the left edge, Xiaoyu on her step presses her forehead to her knees, her face hidden. The dark stair wall above is the quiet area.
And I'm your husband.我是你老公。
I'd wanted Grandpa to come with us. I hadn't thought what it would cost.我一心想让外公跟我们走,从没想过代价是什么。
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Later the same night, the tiny kitchen lit only by its bare bulb. Papa sits alone at the small wooden table, elbows on it, his head in his big hands. Grandpa shuffles in from the right in his padded coat over his pyjamas and cloth slippers, the red-backed deck already in his hand, sleepy and gentle. The tiled wall above is the quiet area.
Grandpa couldn't sleep either.外公也睡不着。
Late night, the bare bulb. Grandpa, now seated, deals five cards each onto the table without a word, red backs up, his big hands slow and sure; his face above them is calm and kind, looking RIGHT at Papa off panel. The cards are the clearest thing.
Late night, the bare bulb. Papa lays his last card face up on the trick with one finger, slowly, unsure, his eyes on Grandpa's face off panel to the LEFT. The card is the clearest thing. Plain tiled wall behind.
tap嗒
Late night, the bare bulb. Grandpa throws back his head and claps his big hands together, laughing with joy; Papa (right) looks from the cards to Grandpa, slowly realising he has won, his face opening into a disbelieving grin. Glasses on the cord at Grandpa's chest. The tiled wall above is the quiet area.
‹Learned it by losing! Like a village boy!›输会了!跟村里的娃一样!
Late night, the bare bulb. Grandpa leans across the little table and lays his big hand on Papa's big forearm, serious now, looking him straight in the eye. Papa looks back, not understanding the words, understanding that they matter. Two clear outlines. The tiled wall above them is the quiet area.
‹Ka-lun. Look after Huihui. I have my lake.›卡伦。照顾好慧慧。我有我的湖。
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Late night, the bare bulb. Papa turns in his seat and looks LEFT towards the kitchen doorway, where he has seen Xiaoyu; his face asks for help. The plain tiled wall behind.
What did he say, pet?宝贝,他说啥?
Late night. Xiaoyu stands in the kitchen doorway in pyjamas and her sky-blue jacket, half her face in the bare bulb's light and half in the hallway's dark; her eyes are wide, and she is still, holding a choice. The dark hallway behind her is the quiet area.
I could have said anything. "Grandpa says yes."我怎么翻都行。"外公说,他跟我们走。"
Late night, the bare bulb. Xiaoyu has stepped into the kitchen and speaks to Papa, steady, though her eyes are wet. Papa listens to her, then turns his head slowly towards Grandpa. Grandpa sits quietly with the cards squared in his hands. The tiled wall above is the quiet area.
He says look after Mum. He has his lake.他说,照顾好妈妈。他有他的湖。
Late night, the bare bulb. Papa and Grandpa look at each other across the little table and each gives one small, slow nod, a handshake without hands. Papa's eyes are wet; Grandpa's mouth is a small firm smile. The tiled wall above is the quiet area.
OK.OK。
OK.OK。
The first word they ever shared.他俩的第一句共同语言。
Very late at night on Grandpa's balcony, cold, the only light the soft orange street lights along the river and the faint lamps on the old bridge; the sky deep blue-black. Xiaoyu stands alone at the rail in her jacket, her breath white, seen from behind and a little to the side, looking out over the dark river towards where the park and its lake lie, a darker patch among the lights. The deep night sky is the quiet area.
Every no had pointed the same way.每一声"不",都指着同一个地方。
The lake.那个湖。
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Early morning, cold grey light from the high stairwell window, the stair lamp off. Mama sits alone on a concrete step halfway down the flight in her camel coat, holding a cup of tea in both hands, staring at nothing. Xiaoyu comes down the steps behind her holding the upturned tartan lid. The grey window light above is the quiet area.
In the morning I found Mama on the stairs.第二天一早,我在楼梯上找到了妈妈。
Early morning, grey window light. Xiaoyu, sitting one step above, holds out the upturned lid to Mama off panel to the RIGHT, its silver inside and its column of marker marks facing Mama, so we see the marks only at an angle. Her face is earnest and steady. Plain wall behind.
Papa learned by losing. Every loss told him which way to go.爸爸是输着学会的。每输一次,就知道该往哪边改。
Early morning, grey window light. Xiaoyu lowers the lid to her knees and looks RIGHT at Mama, gentle and sure, her eyes wet. Plain wall behind.
We asked Grandpa three times. Every no pointed at the lake.问了外公三次,每个"不"都指着那个湖。
Early morning, grey window light. Mama turns and looks LEFT and up at Xiaoyu off panel, surprised and moved, as if seeing her daughter for the first time in months; her cup forgotten in her hands. The grey wall above is the quiet area.
You wanted him with us more than anyone.你比谁都想让他跟我们走。
Early morning, grey window light, a little brighter now. Xiaoyu has sat down beside Mama on the same step and leans her head on Mama's shoulder; Mama's arm goes round her. Both look down the stairs. The lid rests on Xiaoyu's knees. Two clear outlines. The grey wall and window above are the quiet area.
I still do. Let him stay.我还是想。让他留下吧。
Then we find him help. Proper help.那就找个人照应他。找个靠谱的。
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Early morning in the winter park, frost on the grass, bare willows, pale grey sky. Uncle Wu in his mustard padded jacket stands by a stone chess table mid-way through his morning arm swings; Xiaoyu stands in front of him, hands clasped, bowing a little, searching for each word, very serious. The pale grey sky is the quiet area. Only these two.
My own plan. My own Chinese had to carry it.我自己的主意,得用我自己的中文去说。
‹Uncle Wu… every morning… can you walk Grandpa… here?›吴爷爷……每天早上……您能带外公……来这儿吗?
Early morning, frost, pale grey light. Uncle Wu folds his arms over his belly and looks LEFT at Xiaoyu with mock scorn, his eyes twinkling. Bare willow strands behind him. The pale sky is the quiet area.
‹Sixty years I've walked here. One more old fool won't slow me down.›我在这儿走了六十年。多带一个老糊涂,耽误不了我。
Early morning, frost, pale grey light. Grandpa, sitting at the stone chess table in his navy padded coat and grey scarf, the pieces set up on the 8 by 8 board, turns RIGHT towards Uncle Wu with exaggerated offence, eyebrows up. The pale sky is the quiet area.
‹Who are you calling an old fool?›谁是老糊涂?
A week later, afternoon, grey daylight and the red lantern. Auntie Zhang, short and sturdy in her plum padded jacket with her sleeves pushed up, sits at the round table and fans her five cards with a delighted village laugh; Grandpa (right) looks at her across the table, surprised and pleased. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
Lili's mum found Auntie Zhang, from a village up the river. She came every day.丽丽妈妈找来了张阿姨,是上游村里的人,天天都来。
‹My mum played this! Big takes small, same colour!›这牌我妈也打!同花色,大吃小!
Another afternoon, grey daylight. Grandpa sweeps a trick towards himself, crowing; Auntie Zhang throws up her hands in loud dismay, but her eyes slide sideways to Xiaoyu in the doorway at the right with a tiny wink. Xiaoyu, school bag on her shoulder, smiles. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
She lost to him every afternoon. I think on purpose.她每天下午都输给他。我猜是故意的。
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Early morning, 21 February, cold grey light from the high window and the warm stair lamp. Papa in his olive waxed jacket stands on the landing with his battered suitcase, ready to go. Grandpa in his doorway holds up the old red-backed deck in one hand, and with the other jabs a finger at Papa, mock stern. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
Papa flew home the morning after the Lantern Festival.元宵节第二天早上,爸爸飞回去了。
Early morning, grey window light. Grandpa holds the deck up beside his face like a challenge and looks LEFT at Papa, grinning. Plain wall behind.
‹Next year you come back and lose again.›明年再来,再输给我。
Early morning, grey window light. Papa looks RIGHT at Grandpa and says two Chinese words carefully and well, his face proud and shy, his eyes wet. Plain wall behind.
‹Again.›再来。
Both tones right.两个声调都对。
SUMMER, June 2027, NOT winter: a warm early morning, soft green-gold light, the willows full and green, the lake calm and blue-green. Under the trees at a stone chess table, Grandpa in his grey cardigan and Uncle Wu in his white vest with his palm-leaf fan bend over the 8 by 8 board, small in the picture, the only people. The pale morning sky is the quiet area.
Spring came, then summer. Every morning Uncle Wu walked Grandpa to the lake.春去夏来。每天早上,吴爷爷都陪外公走到湖边。
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SUMMER, July 2027, NOT winter: late morning, bright summer daylight pouring through the tall glass wall, everyone in summer clothes. In the foreground Xiaoyu in her faded blue thistle t-shirt and Haoran in his red basketball vest face each other; Haoran holds out her sky-blue phone to her. Far behind them, small, Grandpa in his grey cardigan stands at the glass wall looking out at the white planes. The bright white ceiling is the quiet area.
July. Our year was up.七月。我们的一年满了。
SUMMER, late morning, bright daylight. Over Xiaoyu's shoulder we see her phone in her left hand, screen facing her, her black watch on her LEFT wrist; her right forefinger rests on a pale writing square, with an answer box beside it, both EMPTY, no marks at all (the real characters are lettered in afterwards). The pale floor beyond is the quiet area.
Your handwriting program. Write to me in Chinese. It can read you. I can't.你的手写程序。用中文给我写信,它认得你的字,我认不得。
外公 → 外公外公 → 外公
SUMMER, bright daylight. Xiaoyu's laugh fades; she looks RIGHT at Haoran, half teasing, half sad. Plain white wall behind.
You said you'd be the one who leaves.你说过,走的那个会是你。
SUMMER, bright daylight. Haoran looks LEFT at Xiaoyu, his single wired earbud in his LEFT ear (on the viewer's right), his grin crooked and sad behind his square glasses. Plain white wall behind.
I still will. You just went first.我还会走。你只是先走一步。
SUMMER, late morning, bright daylight through the glass wall, white planes outside. Grandpa in his grey cardigan writes slowly in his small dark red notebook, holding it close so the page faces HIM, glasses on his nose; Xiaoyu beside him watches his face, her eyes wet. The bright sky beyond the glass is the quiet area.
‹I'm writing it down. So I don't forget you're coming back.›我记下来,免得忘了你还要回来。
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SUMMER, July 2027, NOT winter: late morning, bright even light. At the gap in the frosted glass screen into security, Mama (left, in her pale blue blouse) walks on with a small suitcase, and Xiaoyu (right) stops and turns to look back over her shoulder across the hall. The white ceiling is the quiet area.
At security I turned round.过安检时,我回头看了一眼。
SUMMER, bright daylight through the glass. Grandpa stands at the tall glass wall and waves one big arm high and wide, smiling with his whole face, looking OUT through the glass at a white plane lifting off the runway outside, NOT back towards us. The bright sky beyond is the quiet area.
He was waving at a plane taking off. Ours wouldn't leave for another hour.他在朝一架起飞的飞机挥手。我们那班,还要一个钟头才飞。
SUMMER, bright daylight through the glass. Uncle Wu in his white vest, beside Grandpa, has looked from the plane to Grandpa's happy face; now he lifts his own palm-leaf fan high and waves it at the same plane, steady and kind. Grandpa waves on, smiling. The bright sky beyond the glass is the quiet area.
Uncle Wu saw. He waved too.吴爷爷看见了,也跟着挥手。
SUMMER, bright even light. Xiaoyu at the gap in the frosted glass raises her hand and waves back across the hall at Grandpa, who does not see her; tears run down her cheeks and she is smiling. Her black watch on her LEFT wrist. The white wall above her is the quiet area.
Nobody told him.谁也没告诉他。
End of Part I.第一部分完。
Next: Chapter 6. Everything Is Numbers.下一章:第六章 一切都是数字
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The ideas, a little slower

Some ideas in this chapter were left to the pictures, so the stairs, the kitchen and the airport could stay quiet. Here they are in words.

Papa's shortbread lid is a loss, one number for how wrong he was. Choosing the loss is choosing what "good" means. Mama's loss was "how far is Dad from me, and how safe". Grandpa's was "how far am I from my lake". A machine trained on a loss does exactly what the loss rewards, whether or not it was the thing people really wanted. That is why choosing the loss is one of the most careful jobs in building AI.

On page 6 Haoran's foggy hill is a picture of every way a machine's knobs could be set. Each setting is a spot on the hillside, and its height is the loss. Feeling the slope and stepping down it is called gradient descent. Augustin Cauchy described it in 1847.

On pages 13 and 16 Xiaoyu does what gradient descent does. She cannot see the answer, but she can feel which way each try went wrong. Three tries, three no's, and every one pointed down the same slope, towards the lake. A machine never knows why it was wrong. It gets a number and a direction, nothing more. Xiaoyu did something no machine does. She asked why.

On page 12 Haoran's laptop works all night. The ideas behind his program were all known by 1986, so why did learning machines take until 2012 to become powerful? Several things came together. Deep networks used to lose the blame signal on its way back through many layers, so their early layers barely learned. Better tricks fixed this. Big collections of labelled pictures appeared on the internet, such as ImageNet, with over a million training images. And graphics chips built for games turned out to be very good at the sums. In 2012 a network called AlexNet, trained on two gaming graphics cards for five or six days, beat every other entry in the ImageNet picture contest by a wide margin. A small group of researchers had kept going through the years when hardly anyone believed in these machines.

On page 11 the box says several people found backpropagation. Seppo Linnainmaa described the method in 1970. Paul Werbos suggested using it for neural networks in 1974. The 1986 paper by David Rumelhart, Geoffrey Hinton and Ronald Williams made it famous, because it showed that hidden layers trained this way learn useful pieces by themselves. In 1989 Yann LeCun and his colleagues used a network trained this way to read handwritten postcodes on letters, the same job Haoran's program does for Xiaoyu.

The program on Xiaoyu's phone at the airport has stopped learning. Most real networks are frozen after training. They do not change their knobs while you use them.

A real loss landscape is not one smooth bowl. It has dips, flat plains and passes. People worried that a machine walking downhill would get stuck in a small dip. In very large networks this turns out to matter less than feared, though nobody can fully prove why. Whether the brain learns anything like backpropagation is still an open question.

What is true here

One number for how wrong

A loss is a single number that says how far a network's answers are from the right ones. Zero means perfect. Papa's scores on the shortbread lid are a loss of this kind.

A common loss is the squared error. Squaring makes every error positive, and it punishes a big error much more than a small one. When a network has to choose between answers, such as which character a drawing shows, it usually uses a different loss called cross-entropy.

Small steps on a foggy hill

Augustin-Louis Cauchy described stepping downhill, gradient descent, in 1847. Networks use a version that looks at only a small random handful of examples at each step. That idea has its roots in work by Herbert Robbins and Sutton Monro in 1951.

The size of each step, the learning rate, is chosen by people, often by trying. Too small and training crawls. Too big and the knobs bounce across the valley or fly off the hill. Refined methods such as one called Adam adjust the step for each knob separately.

Flat places, not traps

People long worried that a machine walking downhill would get stuck in a small dip. In very large networks most flat places turn out to be saddles, like a mountain pass, where some direction still leads down. And most of the real dips are nearly as low as the best one.

Passing the blame back

Backpropagation finds the slope for every knob in one sweep backwards through the network. It uses the chain rule from calculus. The error at the output is passed back layer by layer, and each knob gets its share of the blame.

The method has more than one inventor. Seppo Linnainmaa described it in 1970 and published it in 1976. Henry Kelley used a related method for flight paths in 1960, and Shun-ichi Amari's work of 1967 is also counted among the early gradient methods. Paul Werbos proposed it for neural networks in 1974. In 1986 David Rumelhart, Geoffrey Hinton and Ronald Williams made it famous.

The loop that never gets bored

Training is one small loop, repeated a very great number of times. Take a few examples. Get the answers. Measure the loss. Pass the blame back. Nudge every knob a little. One pass through all the examples is called an epoch, and training takes many. Nobody tells the network what to look for. Useful pieces, like the four dots in 雨, grow out of the nudges by themselves.

Why it took until 2012

The blame signal used to fade on its way back through many layers. Sepp Hochreiter studied this in 1991, and Yoshua Bengio and his colleagues in 1994. A simpler way for each neuron to turn its total into an answer, called ReLU, helped the signal get through. Big labelled collections such as ImageNet appeared. Graphics chips made the sums fast, and in 2012 AlexNet was trained on two of them in five or six days.

The growth since has been steep. From about 2010, the computing used to train the largest models has doubled roughly every six months.

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What is pretend

Bridge City, Xiaoyu, Grandpa Chen, Mama, Papa, Haoran, Lili, Uncle Wu, Auntie Zhang, the nurse and the care home, the card game and its scores, and Haoran's handwriting program. A small program like his, with some thousands of weights, really could learn to read one person's handwriting overnight on an old laptop, but his is made up, and so is the moment it finds the four dots. Grandpa's memory is drawn from no one in particular, and the story makes no medical claim.

Who made this

Yingying Fu created this manga. She chose the story and its people, directed every page, and edited every word and picture. The words were drafted with Claude, an AI by Anthropic. The pictures are made with AI image generation, painted panel by panel from her direction and checked and corrected by hand.

慢慢再讲一遍

这一章有些道理交给了画面,好让楼梯、厨房和机场那几页安安静静的。这里再用文字讲一遍。

爸爸那个饼干盒盖,就是一个"损失",用一个数说他错了多少。选什么当损失,就是选什么叫"好"。妈妈的损失是"爸离我多远,安不安全"。外公的损失是"我离我的湖有多远"。机器按哪个损失训练,就只管把那个数变小,不管那是不是人真正想要的。所以选损失,是做人工智能最要小心的活儿之一。

第六页浩然说的雾里那座山,其实是机器旋钮所有的拧法。一种拧法是山坡上的一个点,这个点有多高,损失就有多大。摸着坡往下走,叫梯度下降。早在一八四七年,柯西就写下了这个办法。

第十三到十六页,小雨做的正是梯度下降。答案她看不见,可每回错在哪边,她摸得出来。问了三次,三个"不",都指着同一面坡,坡底就是那个湖。机器从来不知道自己为什么错,它只拿到一个数和一个方向。小雨做了一件机器不会做的事。她问了为什么。

第十二页,浩然的电脑跑了一整夜。他的程序靠的那些道理,一九八六年就齐了,可会学习的机器为什么要等到二〇一二年才厉害起来?因为好几样东西凑到了一块儿。以前网络一深,错往回传的时候,信号一层比一层弱,前面几层几乎学不到东西,后来才有了更好的办法。网上有了成堆标好答案的图片,比如ImageNet,光训练用的就有一百多万张。给游戏做的显卡,算起这种题来又快又好。二〇一二年,一个叫AlexNet的网络,在两块游戏显卡上训练了五六天,在ImageNet看图比赛里把别人远远甩在后面。在几乎没人相信这种机器的那些年里,有一小群研究者一直没放弃。

第十一页的方框说,好几个人都想到过反向传播。林纳因马一九七〇年就写出了这个方法,韦尔博斯一九七四年提出拿它训练神经网络。一九八六年,鲁梅尔哈特、辛顿和威廉斯的论文让它出了名,因为论文证明,这样训练出来的隐藏层,会自己学出有用的小零件。一九八九年,杨立昆和同事用这样训练的网络认信封上手写的邮编,跟浩然的程序替小雨干的是同一件事。

机场里小雨手机上那个程序,已经不再学了。真正用起来的网络,大多训练完就"冻住"了,你用它的时候,旋钮不会再动。

真的损失地形不是一个光溜溜的碗,有小坑,有平地,也有山口。人们担心机器往下走会卡在小坑里。可在特别大的网络里,这事没大家怕的那么严重,只是为什么,还没人能完全证明。大脑学东西是不是也靠反向传播,到现在也没有定论。

哪些是真的

错了多少,用一个数说

损失是一个数,说的是网络的答案离正确答案有多远。零就是全对。爸爸写在饼干盒盖上的分数,就是这样一种损失。

常用的一种损失叫"平方误差"。一平方,每个误差都成了正数,大错也比小错罚得重得多。要是网络得在几个答案里挑一个,比如认出纸上画的是哪个字,一般就换另一种损失,叫"交叉熵"。

雾里下山,一小步一小步

顺着坡往下走,就是梯度下降,柯西1847年就讲过。神经网络用的是它的一个变种,每一步只看随手抓来的一小把例子。这个想法可以追到罗宾斯和门罗1951年的研究。

每一步迈多大,叫学习率,是人定的,常常要一次次试。太小,训练慢得像爬。太大,旋钮就在山谷两边来回蹦,甚至蹦出山去。像 Adam 这样改进过的办法,会给每个旋钮各自调步子。

平地多,陷阱少

人们一直担心,机器往下走,会困在一个小坑里出不来。可在特别大的网络里,平的地方大多其实是"鞍点",像山口一样,总还有一个方向能往下走。真正的坑,也大多跟最深的那个差不多深。

把责任往回传

反向传播把网络从后往前扫一遍,就算出了每个旋钮的坡度,用的是微积分里的"链式法则"。输出那头的错一层层往回传,每个旋钮分到自己那份责任。

这个办法不止一个发明人。林纳因马1970年就描述过它,1976年正式发表。凯利1960年在计算飞行路线时用过相近的办法,甘利俊一1967年的工作也被算在早期的梯度方法里。韦尔博斯1974年提出把它用在神经网络上。1986年,鲁梅尔哈特、辛顿和威廉斯让它出了名。

一个转不腻的圈

训练就是一个小圈,转上非常非常多遍。拿几个例子,得出答案,算出损失,把责任往回传,每个旋钮轻轻拧一下。所有例子过一遍叫一"轮",训练要过很多轮。没人告诉网络该看什么。有用的小零件,比如"雨"里那四个点,是从这些小调整里自己长出来的。

为什么要等到2012年

从前,责任信号往回穿过很多层,越传越弱。霍赫赖特1991年研究过这个问题,本吉奥和同事1994年也研究过。后来有了一种更简单的办法,叫 ReLU,让每个神经元把加起来的总数变成输出,信号就传得过去了。又有了 ImageNet 这样大批标好的图片。显卡让计算快了起来,2012年的 AlexNet,就是在两块显卡上训练了五六天。

从那以后,涨得非常快。大约从2010年起,训练最大的模型用的计算量,差不多每半年就翻一番。

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哪些是虚构的

桥城、小雨、陈外公、妈妈、爸爸、浩然、丽丽、吴爷爷、张阿姨、护士和养老院、那种牌和它的分数,还有浩然的手写程序。像他那样有几千个权重的小程序,真的能在一台旧电脑上用一个晚上学会认一个人的字,不过他的程序是编的,它找到那四个点的那一刻也是编的。外公的记性不是照着哪个真人写的,故事也不做任何医学判断。

谁做了这本漫画

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