mOn traVaiL pRemIèR

Il y a un rendez-vous à onze heures et trente au parc entre Anaïs et Valentin. Il est onze heurse et quarante mais Anaïs ne trouve pas son ami, Valentin. Aprés dix minutes, on enfin arrive.

Valentin : Désolée, je suis trés occupée en raison de mon travail.
Anaïs : Tu es en retard, comme d’habitude. Alors j’ai faim. Où est-ce que vous proposez de prendre le d’ejeuner?
Valentin : Je sais un bon restautant mais ce n’est pas tout prés. Ou tu veux choose un restaurant prés si tu es beaucoup faim.
Anaïs : Nous prenons un taxi pour le bon restaurant loin.
Valentin : D’accord.

That's my first homework of French class in the university. Today I found it in my computer by accident and that could be a significant remembrance since I think I'd spent lots of time writing it again now. The time I learned French was really pleasant, and I deeply expect myself to study, enjoy, and appreciate it.

LyinG coLd

WalKiNg aS FaST as POssibLE

低迷的心情在飛快的步伐下宣洩
沒有被察覺
沒有受安慰
突然
遇見了推著老公公的老婆婆

非常的緩慢緩慢......緩慢的滾動著一絲絲的輪椅圓周長

時間好像在空間中有個破洞
就那一塊

我們像是他們看到的快轉錄影帶



當年輕的時候
我們走得極快 根本就是能快就快

當年老的時候
我們過得緩慢 甚至只是在一張床一把椅上停滯 等待



當我與那凹下去的時間漸行漸遠
我也放慢了
行 的速度

neVeR eNDinG stORy

Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
It's never in vain

We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one's to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?

Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We're part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she's also a part
A part of the tale

We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where is it going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began.

LE mOi

For almost 3 hours, the piece finally has been done. Recently I had no desire for painting anything. Until this afternoon, I guess, the sickness of reading paper pushed me to do something else and I decided to painting. No matter how the work is, the blog can be updated, at last.

vExatiONs

Many things happened.
Many vexations emerged.
The questions I should ask myself are just those the scientists should question, the what, how, and, most important one, why.

thE dAy of mEETIng tHE STaR

遇見星星的日子
是多麼的美好
你們這些大地之石怎地無法想像

遇見星星的日子
是多麼的引人遐想
這正是暗夜中滿地螢火蟲企盼的對象

我遇見了星星好一陣子
現在滿胸的激情衝動
只受著一層薄薄的外殼阻擋
似要炸開
似要崩盤
似要潰堤
似要化成永無止境的想法

滿溢


遇見星星的日子
讓我痛苦不堪
以為它太過遙遠
沒有時空關愛自己
卻不時發現他偶爾偶爾的
貼近心情
然而據此以為心心相印
彼此在天在地依然互相牽引
但猛地發現
原來它和潺潺溪水、暗夜森林、堅厚磐石、遍地之靈
皆是一樣的距離

遇見星星

是若即若離、似瞬間而永恆的心情

wRitINg

Try to combine the blog in the MSN SPACE with the one here. In order to be more convenient, all the articles are labeled and going to be labeled. Tagging all my writings is helpful if I'd like to write something in Chinese, the language I'm more familiar with. I'm interested in drawing but more in writing since that is the easier way to vent my emotions with higher accuracy to me. Sometimes, I can write down what emerges from my mind even if that is a clear image, which right reveals my variable mood. As time goes by, I find that pictures at heart are really expressive, and also explain the words I wrote. Every drop of the life inspires the ripple of my thought. That's what I'd write.

tHe dEsiRe

After one-hour-long quantum mechanics lecture, I'm always filled with great passion of physics, sometimes of math. When I ascend the 4-floor-high stairs, it still remains half. Take seat, and type the password of my computer which the screen saver left behind. It's totally gone. How terrible it is!
I'm holding back my desire of painting and pressing myself to study.

somEThIng abouT thE coNfiDENce

I somewhat hate to rely upon others, even though I clearly realize that the dependence is necessary when I was born and the day I die. There is, of course, no exception during my living times. However, I would be more tired rather than live on another's favor. This character is revealed from my childhood. I am easily getting depressed when I suffer the humiliations resulted from my weakness and the need for dependency. Now, I do totally experience it. I couldn't help to wonder, is it all because of my self-respect?