Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. One of the biggest day in her life – 18 years old. I can’t be around.

She is the most important person in my life. I can’t imagine how lonely I would be without her.

So silly, I sobbed in the mid-night yesterday and can’t sleep but kept crying and crying, only because I remembered of one sentence of my sister’s letter, she wrote it to me five years ago, when I first left home to college. She said she had a dream that I was sitting at the old desk where I used to study, and the reading lamp was still on, whenever she woke up at the night, she would not be afraid and feel safe. She was wondering why was I still here and hadn’t gone to college, in her dream I told her, silly girl, I am always here, never have left. She woke up the next day and found her pillow was full of tears, and I wasn’t sitting at that desk, I had already gone to Hangzhou.

She was too shy to call me Jie Jie, and never said she loved me in person, she called me jie jie and said she loves me.

I was wiping off my tears all through the Advanced Mathematics class that afternoon when I received her letter.

She is the one who loves me unconditionally. Each time when my heart gets hurt she is there for me. How stupid I was, immersed in the so-called love relationship and left her behind and only turn around to her when I need comfort.

We shared one room, we shared one big bed, we share every silly and funny awkward embarrassing moment, we share every growing pain in our life.

When the college day was coming I was so excited that I can’t wait to go to the new campus, but never thought of that would be the last moment we lived together, actually it was the last moment, and I didn’t quite cherish it.

She was never angry with me no matter how bad I treated her and never complained no matter how unfair the family sometimes brought her.

I can always remember her litter hands and her red eyes, when she first went to kindergarten, she cried aloud  and said she didn’t want to go to the kindergarten and wanted me to save her. I can always remember that she gave me the candies the teacher awarded her because she didn’t cry that day. I can always remember when she was about four or five years old I and our mom were about to leave her she ran after the bus and cried sadly.

    I can hear the laughter of the last year’s today vivaciously, pleasure ground and the green branch, bright sunshine and ice-cream.

    Always happy to be with you, so lucky to have you to be with!

    Always love you.

    Happy birthday!

Life is beautiful!

Love to hang out with friends!

Love the green plants I bought!

Love donuts!

Love to nestle in my cozy home!

I am a 宅女+busy housewife!

Much work to do, decoration is huge

The textbook for white collars surviving in the foreign company.

A thoughtprovoking and rewarding book.

Thanks “sulern” for mailing me such a helpful gift, you are always the first person I want to call whenever I have something uncertain and don’t know what to do, thanks for always being there for me, feel so lucky to have such a friend like you, you are the one who deserves being cherished through all my life.

Still too emotional and sensitive, how to shake off unreasonable sentiment?

Holding a flinty heart for quite a long time until recently my eyes brimming with tears while I was reading a novel and when I received an pure-hearted e-mail of my tutor Prof. Cao, I feel so fortunate and lucky to have such a sincere and genuine mentor.

Get furious at some outrageous scoundrels, and feel some girls are so pathetic and miserable, but I can’t help them out. How can they do these to their girlfriends? Almost get suffocated because of anger!

The love between the leading characters in the novel is so unsophisticated and pure, but some living examples I’ve seen and heard made me question the existence of pure love and the loyalty of affection.

Holidays are the most suitable moment for two people to fall in love.

Picturesque scenery, carefree mood, amused conversation and then, a little bit fluctuant affection…mix them together, something called love softly arise…

Maybe it wasn’t that fine and nice, wasn’t that romantic and lovely. Sometimes one especially girls just live in their own imagination and reverie, they build their air castle and keep on sanctifying their emotion and passion. Maybe she doesn’t love this man, not the specific man, she just loves the feeling of loving a man, the feeling which she can put her full heart into…

Memories only could remember the bright side, who knows about the cruel reality?

oh my god!! Just because these two men are too handsome, I will definitely hopelessly fall in love with one of them too

Being totally isolated for such a long time, alas!

facebook still doesn’t work! Help!

I can’t connect any of my foreign friends on facebook and respond their greetings, can’t reply anybody who added me as a friend and posted something on my wall…

huge disaster and completely tragedy!

Give back my facebook soon pleeeeeease….

Pray really really hard…god bless me…

Is distance really a lethal barrier between relationship?

Realistic or romantic?
Time difference and Atlantic Ocean are really farther than the distance between heart?

    Some paragraphs come to an end while some new chapters begin.

   Crazily inexhaustible busy and rush around everywhere tirelessly, I don’t know where my strength is coming from. They all say you are so energetic and vigorous, but nobody can see through the trepid solitude.

   You can’t expect too extravagantly from others otherwise you will easily fall to pieces when you only can embrace disappointment instead of anticipation.

   Maybe terribly moil is the only way to fill up mirage and drive it out.

   I am a child of fortune and often can get hold of some really precious opportunities, sometimes I felicitate myself.

   But opportunity is just a door open to you, how to walk out of the labyrinth is up to yourself.

The weather is turning better, as well as my cold condition, and as well as my despondence.

Flowers are blooming, and the frisky frogs are singing hopingly under window every night.

Time to pull up my slacks.

Plus: old song《拨浪鼓》, so reminiscent~

    Is there any possible that I can be more unfortunate?

    Maybe I am a bicycle-terminator, my poor bicycle hates me!

    I’ve visited the repairer four times during a single week and changed four tyres, each one of the tyres could only survive no more than two days, and, horrifiedly, the last victim tyre ended up with a furious bang! That almost overturned me to the ground.

    And, it isn’t gona be over. After I tamed the mischievous front tyre, finally, I thought I could breathe easily. But , the bicycle was trying to let me know what is so called”关键时刻掉链子”. It achieved its goals. Its chain got out of joint when it rained cats and dogs. I had to drag it back with one hand while another hand holding up the umbrella, what a forlorn scene…

    What’s the matter? I am always being good girl.

    I need to 转运~

    bought a box of oranges, oranges bless me~

Spring is coming!

I am dressed in vernal color—bright yellow, which is also the tinct of golden sunshine.

Exhilarate my spirit, I am buoyant~~

Always fantasize that I can play piano elegantly and grazioso.

I really should have persevered in my piano class instead of hating the teacher and just quit at the very beginning.

So I am a completely layman, just know a little about it.

I am paying back for my baby act and self-indulgence when I was too young to hold self-control. I went my own way.

Mom said I am opinionated and always “钻牛角尖”.

Anyway, still hold the dream and fantasy, and still gona practice do re mi fa so…

It’s packed! A sea of people make me lose my courage to step out of my house.

In the hilarious peaceful atmosphere one should and could only taste happiness.

Happiness requires comparison.

I am gratified to have been spared from the war, although I never catch on the situation in the Middle East or the Gaza issue. It’s a shame…

I have a special kind of feeling of the love happens during war.

Fortunately, I wasn’t born in war, then I needn’t face 生离死别 with my lover.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t born in war, because I never know whether my lover will love me so deeply that our love can pass the test of 生离死别.

“Betrayals in war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything-for the heart is an organ of fire.”

                           ---<The English patient>

<Pearl Harbor> invites plenty of criticism while I was still moved deeply at the time.

I love the song of <Pearl Harbor>: there you’ll be

I am still alive, phew~after going through the so-called “Spring Festival travel peak” bodily,19 hours journey, that’s a miracle. I wasn’t choked to death and crashed into pieces. I set foot on the ground intactly and successfully.

   Miss the warmth of my family so so much, the lovely quarrel between my parents, and my more and more beautiful sister, it’s paradise~

    I will become a housewife from this day onwards, it’s the changeless role I ‘ve always be playing during the holiday.

Whereas, I enjoy the role~

The Half-Half Song

                                                                     【Qing】Li Mi-an

By far the greater half have I seen through

This floating life—there’s a magic word—

This “half” —so rich in implications.

It bids us taste the joy of more than we can ever own.

Half-way in life is man’s best state, when slackended pace allows him ease;

A wide world lies half-way’s twixt heaven and earth;

To live in huts half-way between the town and country.

Have farms half-way between the streams and hills;

Be half-a-farmer, and-a-scholar, and half in business;

Half as gentry live,

And half related to the common folk;

And have a house that’s half genteel, half plain,

Half elegantly furnished and half bare;

Dresses and gowns that are half plain, half light and bright.

And food half epicure’s, half simple fare;

Have servants half clever and half dull;

A wife and children half simple and half smart—

So then, at heart, I feel I’m half a Buddha,

And almost half a Taoist fairy blest,

And have a name half-know and half obscure.

One half myself to Father Heaven I return;

The other half to children leave—

Half thinking how for my posterity to plan and provide,

And yet half minding how to answer the God of Hell when my body’s laid at rest.

He is most wisely drunk who is half drunk;

And flowers in half-bloom look their prettiest;

As boats at half-sail sail the steadiest,

And horses held at half-slack reins trot best.

Who half too little, add possession’s zest.

Since life’s a compound of half sweet and half bitter,

Who taste but half is wisest and cleverest.

半半歌  【清】 李密庵

看破浮生过半，半之受用无边；

半中岁月尽幽闲，半里乾坤宽展。
　　半郭半乡村舍，半山半水田园；

半耕半读半经廛，半士半民姻眷。
　　半雅半粗器具，半华半实庭轩；

衾裳半素半轻鲜，肴馔半丰半俭。
　　童仆半能半拙，妻儿半朴半贤；

心情半佛半神仙，姓字半藏半显。
　　一半还之天地，让将一半人间；

半思后代与沧田，半想阎罗怎见。
　　酒饮半酣正好，花开半时偏妍；

帆张半扇免翻颠，马放半缰稳便。
　　半少却饶滋味，半多反厌纠缠；

百年苦乐半相参；会占便宜只半。