Tuesday, 1. May 2007, 14:32:56
May golden holiday is coming, and I am going to my sister's university-Guangzhou University.
May 1st, 2007
Today, I got up at 6:55 am, I never got up so early even when I have a class. The agency told us that we should wait the bus at the school gate at 8:00 am, and I went there in the right time. However, some students were late, so we delaied our bus until 9:00 am. I thought the driver will drive the bus to the high way, however, he drive the bus to the Zhanjiang Shifan Colleage. Untill 10 am we got to the high way to Guangzhou.
The bus smelled. because they are so many people. The bus can drive only 40 people, but the driver took 48 people! And the ticket is very expensive, cost me 95 Yuan! You know, in the usual day, it only cost me 60 Yuan. But you can't take the cheap bus in this may golden holiday. Well, Money talks.
I reach the Guangzhou University at 6:00 p.m. In usual time, it only tooke me 6 hours, but this time, it cost me nearly 9 hours!!
My pretty sister welcome me, and give me a warm embrace. I've never seen her for nearly 2 monthes. It's a pity that we can't go home, because our home is far away. We have to spended 1.5 days and more than 400 Yuan on the trip. We don't have much money, so we cancel home coming plan.
Actually, I really really want to go back home. There's no place better than our warm home.
ticket:95+3 bread:3.5 water:1
Sunday, 15. April 2007, 03:35:10
cloudy...wet...rainy...windy....
啊！！！快疯了！！！
Friday, 6. April 2007, 16:25:20
I have a new history teacher who comes from America. Though he just taught us for one class, I have some deep impression for what he told us. He said that “History” means “His story”, history is written by the winners. So some history are wrong This opinion is very interesting. Although I have heard this opinion some years ago, none of my teacher told me in the class. Yes, the history is written by the man who killed heroes. That’s what the film “Brave Heart” told me.
Accroding to this opinion, I can find something difference between the American education and the Chinese education. American education encourages students to create new ideas, new actions and so on. They teach Jim, Jone, Tim, and these kinds of students will become different person. However, the Chinese education discourages students for their creation. If one walks different with other, he might be punished. So the Chinese education teaches just Jim, and the students become the same kind of person.
Sunday, 25. March 2007, 10:04:44
Friend
I’ve got a cold and a headache yesterday. Please take care of yourselves, my friends.
Everyday we found we are busying working and studying. You want to try your best in your life, but do you miss something important?
Do you know who the 5 richest men in China are?
Do you know who the headmaster in your school?
Do you know who the experience lawyer in China?
Do you know who won the latest Nobel Price?
It must be very difficult to answer. You don’t know the exactly answer, neither do I.
Now let’s play another game. Answered:
Do you know who your best friend is?
Do you know who always rise you up?
Whom you want to invite if you have a picnic?
Do your parents like tomatoes or potatoes?
It’s very easy to answer, right?
The best one is not the essential things we want to get. All we have to appreciate is the sunshine everyday.
Someone said,’ the people who mean something to your life is the one who actually raised you up and the one who are with you in spirit in all weathers.’
Do you fell tired?
Do you need some help?
Your friend is waiting for you with a hand.
I wish I can have a true friend who always waiting for me with a hand; and I hope I can be this kind of friend to my friends.
Wednesday, 21. March 2007, 10:15:30
Blue Day
I haven’t been to this blog for a long time. About three months? I can’t remember. Today I heard a terrible new, that is I got no scholarship last semester, even my terrible score number. My heard is blue, the sky is brown, and everything seems to me is grey. Last year, I wished lots of lots of dream, but none of them came true. No, it might be one or two little dreams came true. How can I tell my parents my terrible score? How can I tell them like, “I am sorry, dad/mom, the exam is hard and I fail to get the scholarship?” No! I can’t imagine! I can hear my clock is ticking. It’s my second year in university. Second year! I’ve been wasted many times to the internet!
I found my friends around me all have their dream come true. I can see the statue standing alone, many fashion clothes showing in the store; I can see the car driving slowly in the street; the parents coming from different parts of China in order to company with their children, and their children well dressed, but they are poor dressed; I can see few of the teacher sitting in the office, drinking tea or coffee without working, but the worker in this school cleaning weed using a knife and sweat pouring down. That’s the city I am living in. That’s what my environment seems. Every moment you can hear the happiness, the sadness, the laughing, the crying.
Last day I found one thing in a book which author is “Li Yang”, the famous person in China, who created the “Crazy English”. He said that you have to take all the foreigners for the opportunity. If you can see a foreigner, you should come and talk with him with every change to improve your English. If he or she is lazy to answer your question or take a conversation with you, he or she must be very rude and impolite. I don’t agree with this opinion. It should be hurt the friendship between the Chinese and the foreigner. The foreigner doesn’t have any responsibilities to talk with you! They stay in China, just for they love china, not because of you! If they don’t like china, they can go home! If you are only treating the foreigner as the Opportunity, they won’t be your friend! Or the friendship won’t last for a long time. When you are in the English centre, you may find some guy talking and talking no rest, no matter the foreigner is answering or not. I don’t like this kind of person. They don’t consider other one’s feeling.
Actually, I want to be friends with the foreigners, not because they are foreigner, but they are a person who contains many experiences that I don’t have. I like the one just because of his character. No matter he or she is poor or rich, tall or short, strong or weak, thin or fat, if I like his or her character, that I’ll go and make friends with him or her.
The blue day, the blue mind, the blue wind…lasting…
Wednesday, 7. February 2007, 09:55:22
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold,
"E" is for her eyes, with the love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER", a word that means everything.
A mother's love is like a circle, it has no beginning and ending. It keeps going around and around even expanding, touching everyone who comes in touch with it. Engulfing them like the morning's mist, warming them like the noontime sun, and covering them like a blanket of evening stars. A mother's love is like a circle, it has no beginning and ending.
From 'The Most Philosophic Essays'
Sunday, 24. December 2006, 12:23:01
Marry Christmas!
Wednesday, 13. December 2006, 16:09:23
Father and Daughter
As far as I concerned, my father was the finest man over the world. He was equal parts friends, mentor, and confidant. We spoke without words and loved without barriers.
He grew up with a father, who always beat him with a crabstick when he was still a little child. Life must be hard for a boy who always been beat at such a young age, but Dad never wallowed in self-pity or angry. When my grandfather became old, my father takes well care of him. He was independent and strong, a stubborn individualist.
Though my grandfather was not a good father, my father was a great one. I don’t know who taught him how to be a father, but he learned the lessons well. He was endeavoring to take on the biggest commitment of his life, and he had no lines, no books, and no videos to tell him what to do or how to do.
When I was born, it was obvious that money in my family wasn’t plentiful. My father’s salary was only 10RMB each month. It’s very hard for him to buy enough food to the family. But dad never lost his care for me. He bought milk to me; never asking how much it is. I was the happiest child in my district. No child can drink milk, except me!
At that time, girls are not recognition. I am very lucky, my father loves me, treats me as his world. He had a real way with activities and instilled in me an appreciation and knowledge. When you ask him questions, he could tell you the complete meaning by acting.
My world hinged on my father. He loves me—unconditionally. I can’t imagine that one day; my father will leave me alone. How lonely I must! Without Dad, I thought the hope in me will die as well! Our friendship spoke to my soul!
Fathers always do their best for their daughters. You’ll find that daughters who are making their fathers proud—not because they are presidents, star athletes, millionaires, or celebrities, but because, at one point, a man had a daughter, and that daughter had a father who became her whole world. The learned from each other, laughed with each other, agreed with each other, and loved. The bond between fathers and daughters is unbreakable. It can be celebrated, cursed, strained, ridiculed, and honored. However, it can’t be broken.
Tuesday, 5. December 2006, 15:32:06
With a stop at a village of Baiku Yao, I entered the village through a market. After the market, suddenly a terrible smell reached my nose and I couldn’t breathe. Looking around I found that the foul smell came from the excrements of cattle, chicken, ducks and geese, which appeared everywhere in the road. I put my sleeve to my nose.
How could I breathe the fresh air? Then I remembered my friend Jane, a pretty girl, who once said with a serious voice, “If there is a yellow butterfly, there can be a dream came true.” Because she had seen a short story about a little boy, who finished his dream after a yellow butterfly stopped at his middle finger. I shook my heard with a smile.
After 15mins walked, I stopped at a smelly darkness of straw-covered ground floor, where stood a little girl. Walked into the floor with the worn, darkness and concealed steps, I was shocked with the little girl’s great beauty. She is, perhaps six or seven years old, whose big black eyes seemed to take in the scene with curiosity, and, I though, sadness. She was wearing a brown dirty coat, a brownish, maybe white once, ankle-length trousers, and barefoot. Our eyes met, I smiled, but she didn’t return my smile.
She looked at my bread in my left hand with puzzled eyes. Curiosity gripped me; who is this girl? Why she looked at my bread with puzzled eyes?
The host came in, pretended she didn’t exit.
Why did the host pretend she didn’t exit? I asked him.
“She’s my daughter,” he informed me. “She, just a girl, can’t do anything.”
“Does she go to school?” I asked, perhaps unwisely. I had seen a small school, which filled with red dusts, not far away from his house.
After a moment’s silence, the host shrugged his shoulders and answered:
“It’s none of your business!”
The little beautiful girl was still standing there, with an unchanged puzzled and sad expression in her eyes.
I walked towards the little girl, gave my bread into her hand, and then came out this darkness of straw-covered ground floor. I could felt her cold in the little hard hand.
A yellow rushed into my eyes. On a flower, a tiny yellow butterfly, was fluttering with her lacerated pinions, looking like she never knew what was about to happen. My tears burst out.
Tuesday, 28. November 2006, 04:15:12
It seems to be fashionable nowadays for people to go on trips during the weekends and holidays. Tourists of course are likely to swarm to the scenic cities nearby. The people in Guangzhou, for example, generally leave the big cosmopolitan city for Yunnan, Kunming and Guizhou, which are recognized as famous beauty spots by people all residents stay home to avoid the big crowd descending upon their cities by train, by car, or by plain.
I was in Guizhou a year ago on a holiday. The Huang Guoshu waterfall seemed to be congested by bands of people surrounding it. The pleasure of enjoying the serenity of the waterfall and the beauty of the mountains far ahead had become non-existent. The people milling around vied with each other for a chance to get onto the buses and, more often than not, great confusion ensued. My friend suggested me that I should go to another beautiful place, but it was impossible for me to get on the bus. Finally I had to ride back to the terminal and to start from there. Even so, I had great difficulty in getting on—I seemed to be so helpless in the big crowd. I hurried through my holiday and cut short my stay.
My friends complained about the tourists upsetting their placid city, but it just couldn’t be helped. These cities are indeed too beautiful not to attract tourists. The people are well-off and are keen on taking trips. Their holidays are few and short, so they rush to the nearby scenic spots whenever they can. But isn’t there any other place people can visit? A day in some suburban towns may provide the same closeness to nature; a day by the sea may make people refreshed; a day walking in the countryside, through villages and small country towns may likewise provide novelty. This doesn’t sound very difficult, nor does it?
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