
Sunday, May 6, 2007 1:37:17 PM
feeling, colourful holiday
这些白族的刺绣图腾是在古城里买的。我付过钱,转身看见一群American punk fans. 我亲眼见到了传说中的垮掉的一代,却在南召国。
回家的路上车里的音乐是《Amelie from Montmartre》. 我一直在想刚刚过去的四月
四月真是值得纪念的日子,我们的话剧《雾都孤儿Oliver Twist》在比赛中拿到了第一名 [here are some photos] 最后一场演出,一个跑龙套的在幕布后的黑暗中留下眼泪,封印一段美好的记忆。
God bless all the performers and all the people who were always behind us, it's extremely kind of you
四月有我们超级棒的足球队,祝贺理六夺冠,理三和我们都是好样的~
还有期中考,学生集体作弊差点把校长气疯,我还好,低迷的转折
我在四月决定用国文写我的opera,觉得生疏得象stranger,唉~难怪现在我的作文写得那么差:ko:
当然还有那个April secret. 我的心不由地一颤......[/COLOR]
Saturday, March 31, 2007 10:29:16 AM
diary
3.23 Spring fills the air with warmth
We classmates had a spring outing in a zoo.I'm glad to see my little wolfling, but I didn't catch sight of my favorite animal , for it is the dragonet!

Now I am writing the late blog with my fragrant memory about it. These are my cute girls:

Tuesday, February 13, 2007 6:54:37 AM
diary
In the Green Lake, I saw my old friends----shearwaters.
Every year they set off from Siberia, looking a warm land to go away from the dead of winter, and then, they find out our "Spring City" and become our friendly visitors.[/COLOR]
Friday, February 9, 2007 8:50:59 AM
feeling
My examination is already over, and i'm over too.
I'm out of humour like the cold whether but what is out of the world is :::::: it was snowing, during my exam~
The night before that snowing day, I listened to an old CD called "Snowdreams", the peaceful melody flowed by my pillow, leaving wet of tears. It reminded me of many things, then I fell asleep, dreamed nothing.
the next morning, I receive a short messaage:" Wake up,it's snowing outside!" Yeah, it was ture: white butterflies were flutering,angles were flying gracefully, gauze was floating in the air......
It's exactly in the "snowdreams"!
Who said that our "Spring city" will never snow?!
Who said that our daydreams will never come ture?!
I'm on the the way to carry then out ~
Tuesday, December 26, 2006 3:20:13 AM
feeling
Hi,there!I'm coming back, with the best wishes for you and myself!
My family have moved into a new house last week.I love my "Fontaineblean"with Chinese style furniture and bright crystal light.My dear grandpa also present me with a wonderful handwriting, I had it mounted and suspended it on the wall of my study.
How I wish I could enjoy a genial winter afternoon by the huge French window, closing my eyes, listening the music of Tchaikovsky flowing from the "Bose".
If only I could have a free afternoon as a wanderer!
But unfortunately, I'm just daydreaming.
I've fell in the dormitory for the whole week. Oh,God! That's it, a poor slum!I had my spectacular Christmas day without Christmas trees, Christmas dinner, without TV, without Internet,without Opera!But that's not the point.I can't free from the endless homework and examination.I born up at 6:40 and pass away at 12:00 every day. I'm game over.Faint!
Ok,well,if I only can go back to my Windsor Castle once a week. I would live with the slum!
So, now, I'm coming back,through the Arc de Triomphy!