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Showing posts with label Life and feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life and feelings. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
FW: The trees outside my window
From the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.
Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sadness at the thought “all the blossom is doomed to fall”. I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?
This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus.
When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. Can’t it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious composition of loss and gain.
Standing by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world remains unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.
Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sadness at the thought “all the blossom is doomed to fall”. I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?
This event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus.
When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. Can’t it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious composition of loss and gain.
Standing by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world remains unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
FW: Who Gave Me the Ears?
"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.
He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.
"But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician... "Could nothing be done?"
"I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.
Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret."
The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her."
"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."
The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.
"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"
PS I don't think it a true story but I believe the Mom is beautiful.
When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.
Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.
He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."
He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.
"But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.
The boy's father had a session with the family physician... "Could nothing be done?"
"I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.
Two years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret."
The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.
Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her."
"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."
The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.
"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"
PS I don't think it a true story but I believe the Mom is beautiful.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
IMAX - Adrenaline Rush
"Adrenaline Rush" explores the innards of risk taking in a wide and spectacular way. From the "explosive" science and entrepreneurship of Alfred Nobel to a schoolboy's first day in class, from the boldness and determination of Henry Ford to the shy but affectionate sentiment of a teen for another, "Adrenaline Rush" brings us on a journey in the multidimensional world of risk, a world where progress of humankind or personal accomplishment aren't necessarily related to the scope or the nature of the endeavor.
"Adrenaline Rush" also teaches us that humanity can benefit from the unexpected and combined efforts of two very different risk takers whose minds meet across half a millennium and across the boundaries of the Old and New Worlds, as we witness the experiment of Leonardo Da Vinci's notorious parachute by Adrian Nicholas, world's most respected skydiver and inventor in his own right, monitored closely by Salford scientists who seek answers on critical and life pertaining matters. Incidentally, "Adrenaline Rush" doesn't hesitate to explain scientific concepts in simple words. From the soaring and breathtaking cliffs of Norway to the calm and inspiring immensity of the Mojave Desert, from Thomas Edison's laboratory to a simple American schoolyard, "Adrenaline Rush" is more than a thrilling visual experience, it's an invitation to explore our inner selves and a statement that there is no such thing as having little courage.
"Adrenaline Rush" also teaches us that humanity can benefit from the unexpected and combined efforts of two very different risk takers whose minds meet across half a millennium and across the boundaries of the Old and New Worlds, as we witness the experiment of Leonardo Da Vinci's notorious parachute by Adrian Nicholas, world's most respected skydiver and inventor in his own right, monitored closely by Salford scientists who seek answers on critical and life pertaining matters. Incidentally, "Adrenaline Rush" doesn't hesitate to explain scientific concepts in simple words. From the soaring and breathtaking cliffs of Norway to the calm and inspiring immensity of the Mojave Desert, from Thomas Edison's laboratory to a simple American schoolyard, "Adrenaline Rush" is more than a thrilling visual experience, it's an invitation to explore our inner selves and a statement that there is no such thing as having little courage.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
What Would It Turn Out To Be If Just Let It Go
On a evening bus which moves forward with jerks there standing were two. The Woman showed the young pretty a seat when someone got off. At that time the young pretty were dancing tuned to the jerks. She might do some excise after her danging lesson. She followed her mother. When it was time for them to get off, the young pretty seemed to exercise again. " Hold it steady" The young was stopped. Then the bus arrived at the stop and they got off.
It might be danger if you didn't hold steady. Or might not.
It might be danger if you didn't hold steady. Or might not.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Seminary：What's the best time in your life?
It's been said that your high school years tend to be some of the best of your life, and that you will never again be as free of commotments and worries(Page 16, from Why Should White Guys Have All the Fun by Reginald F. Lewis and Blair S. Walker). It evokes me such a question.
Then what's ur opinion? When u were a infant, child or in primary school and so on. Most high school students aren't so happy as those in US, for their tough work and burden to pass the college entrance examnations. While I and some of classmates enjoyed ourselves in the first two years in our high school life. We can do what we want after class while the others still study hard day and night. Life became not easy till the last year and everyone always kept silent. It would mainly determine one's destination. Soon after the exams were over, all free. I would never forget the moment. I would never have it once again even though I felt like the just moment.
Then what's ur opinion? When u were a infant, child or in primary school and so on. Most high school students aren't so happy as those in US, for their tough work and burden to pass the college entrance examnations. While I and some of classmates enjoyed ourselves in the first two years in our high school life. We can do what we want after class while the others still study hard day and night. Life became not easy till the last year and everyone always kept silent. It would mainly determine one's destination. Soon after the exams were over, all free. I would never forget the moment. I would never have it once again even though I felt like the just moment.
Shit rolls downhill
As they say in Missouri: Shit rolls downhill. By which we (Jack Stack and his fellows) mean change begins at the top. This adage means when something is wrong the blame goes to the subordiantes. Not all the native speakers know exactly. The more you read, the more you learn. you gotta wanna.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Friday, December 22, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
How do you feel?
Vietnam，the nightmare to the US army. When the father found his government did nothing but the negotiation, he tried to rescue his son with the help of his son's fellows in the army. Several died in the action and his son had already been died of illness before he arrived there.All the plan was rehearsed but things are always not the same as they should be. Nevertheless, all the preparations are helpful. Succeed for full preparations.
Something more about "Uncommon Valor" When I search for it I find three results. It may tell something.
Love
Love, What the hell is love actually? Romance or reality? This film tell the story of people from all kinds of life, the prime minister and his servant, the old couples, the little boy and the little girl, the colleagues, the bride, the best man and the groom, the boss and the secretary, the third wheel... Love in family, love among friends, love between the singer and his broker... All happened before the Christmas. And now it is two weeks to the Christmas Day. What magic will occur？People may be eager to find love of their own while love is all around, or just at hand. What needs to do is just do what you think you should do like the little boy in the film. PS Mr. Bean gave a show starring as a salesman and passenger.More Details
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