I Just Wanna to be Myself

For several days I was so bewildered that I didn't know what to do. I felt that something was missed in my life. But I don't know what's that on earth. All these caused by a book I read. It is a book written by two outstanding students graduated from Peking University. They have rich life experirnces that I didn't have. They have good qualities that I never got. They are successful persons even under the current education system. I have to say that they are too excellent that I can never match. Thinking about myself, I would like to completely subvert myself.

I think I'm wrong. There is no need to regret what I have experienced. People are different in every aspects. God loves everyone if there is really a God. Those happened things gone. We can not change them. We are different from the early beginning. Now I'm Ok. It's so stupid to be jealous of other person's life. I have my own. Life is a long, long and wonderful road, and we haven't come to half of it. The most important is how to do and what to do in the rest of my life.

I just wanna to be myself.

Nothing Special

I always wonder how many of us will regret what we have done at the end of the life. I also wonder how many of us will say that they want to live again. Does everyone live a kind of life that he or she really like it?

I choose to be happy every day. And I choose to study hard and to be a person I want to be. No matter what you will do, it is just a choice.

I told you about this, I remember.

Mr. Snow Comes

Finally we see Mr. Snow!













Finally we see Mr. Snow!
Early in this morning, when I'm still in bed I heard somebody outside the dormitory shouted that,"Snow! Snow!" I stood up from the bed immediately and run to the window. Oh, my God! It's true! I couldn't help crying and shouting, too. How many of us waited for this moment for so long. And it comes.

Prince Charming

Did you watch the movie "The Prince and Me"? If you did, maybe you will guess right what I want to say. I f you did not, it doesn't matter whether you watch it or not. It is a story about a charming princess and a Cinderella who has her own dreams. They met and fallen in love with each other. After they experienced a series of unhappy things, they lived together happily.

Sounds beautihul, right? But what is the probability of such a thing has happened? In real life, most of us must walk on step by step without even knowing how the result wlii be.

Stop for a second. The Cinderella in this movie, Paige, is a confident, hard-working girl. She has great passion of seeking her dreams. She want to be a doctor, and also want to travel around the world. So she went on her road towards what she dreamed about. Therefore we can conclude that if you, girl, has the same qualities like Paige, a prince may capture you some day. There had several examples of this kind. This is not to let us to find a prince. Your loved one is just your prince if you will. This is to tell us the end of doing nothing is nothing you can get in the end. However, how many of our fellows always forget our inner dreams when we spend wasted times day after day?

So we know only when we really strived to do something we can get more, instead of only Mr. Darcy.

Life Can be This

I guess everyone of us watched some movies, or read some books, or maybe listened some songs that makes your attitude towards life changed a lot. I came across this kind of situations many times. Every time I decided to calm down and think about it carefully, and thoroughly. Unfortunately I failed to do it every time. Here I make up my mind again once and for all!
Life can be flying. Life can be lived like this: If you want to do something, just do it. Run after your dreams if you really stick to them. Follow what your heart guide you and never be afraid of those that not happen. Don't be a worrier!
If I think I can, I can!
Yeah, if you think you can not, you can not.
But, I think you can!
Come on, guys!

Garden Gone

When I was a little girl, I lived with my parents in a picture-postcard village. I had a small garden in my yard. I planted many kinds of flowers and evergreen shrubs in the garden. My Mom likes Chrysanthemum very much. So she plantsed two in it. My Dad loves Ivy. So I got one for him. My brother and I are fond of Morning glory and Crystal flower. We had them cover with the garden. There were lots of variety of other flowers, like roses, crocuses, boat orchids, lily, Subshrubby Peony, sunflower, etc. My garden always looked charming, especially in the summer. It symboled our family's unity, happiness and love of life.

Now we lived in the city. I still love flowers a lot. You can see several flower pots in my balcony. Their smells always reminds me of my garden and my happy life in my youth. But I know it has gone, and will never come back to me.

My Childhood Memories

I can't remember my childhood clearly as I grew up. I can only keep an image in my memory of fragments of that period. Until one day, a smart young lady came to me, and said,"I'm Carla. Do you remember me?" Ouite frankly, I didn't recognize her immediately. Later something happened between she and me are clear to me gradually. In my eyes, Carla is still the lively teenager I'd known years before. I can still picture the house I grew up in. More things, feelings and persons are become vivid...

A Special Friend

Keith is a friend of mine when we are young. We spent together for a long and happy time. Then we get into different unversities. Before long he called me and I found him become more talkative and active than before. I remembered he was a gruff person, but I knew he's really very kind-hearted all the same. Now he get some changes. But one point is the same as usual. He is still the same fun-loving person that I knew at junior high school.

How time flies! We all face with the stress of finding a job for we are all going to graduate from school. I felt nervous and pessimistic because it's too difficult for we greenhands to get a satisfactory job at the present day. And the current financial crisis brought this situation worse. Keith told me that instead of moping around the house all day, I should be out there for looking for something about jobs. And maybe things will be better. He also encouraged me that moping won't do any good. Doing practical work is the most important. I accepted it.

So this is my wonderful and special friend Keith!

Where did the time go?

Have you ever puzzled that why time slippered away so fast? You planned something, but you can never find time to do it. You've decided to read the book your teacher recommended you, however you still know nothing about it until the end of the term. A wonderful tourist attraction you longed to go for a very long time, but you didn't stepped even one step although the new year is coming. You said more than thousands of times that you will treat your parents well, but you still shouted at them as usual. Why didn't you spend more time communicating with them? Why didn't you regard them as yourself? Have you ever probbed why this happened? Where did the time go? Here I wrote down this because today is my first day of new term in 2009. I don't want to make mistakes again. I hope there is really a kind of so-called new beginning. You can change what you want if you want. And all what you will do won't bother you, and your life. It makes you life more beautiful. It enliven your daily life and enrich your vision as well.

Where did your time go? Thinking of it.

I'm Leaving...

I'm leaving to school tonight.
I'll be back soon!

Super Harvard!

Angelina Jolie

Markets for Writers

I know there must be someone who wants to be a writer. Just now I find by accident a good place for writers. I walked around in it. It's really wonderful. Their datebase is updated daily, with old contents being removed and on average two or more new ones added every day, and making it widely regarded as the best writing information resource listing on the internet. So here I propose you to go there to have a look. Maybe it will uesful for you. Days that you can not write well will later be past.
God bless you! God bless that who is on the way to becoming a writer.

Where is the place on earth? It is in a website:firstwriter.com

What's the Border

I wonder do we all know where we belong. And if we do, in our hearts, why do we so often do nothing about it? There must be more than this life. A purpose to focus on, a place to belong. You are my home. I know from the moment I met you. That day, so many years ago.

"I hope when you are reading this letter, I 'm sitting there next you. And you tell me that I'm stupid for writing you and crazy for trying to find you. But how could I not? It's you. All this time, so many years, we apart. I've missed you. But I have never been without you..."

English Learning Methods (1)

Trying to make sentences as many as possible with words you've learned.

Adventureland

Welcome to Adventureland!

Everyone loves adventureland! The parks and exhibitions were built for you to explore, enjoy, and admire their wonders. Every visit will be an unforgettable experience. You will go away enriched, not longing to come back. What are you going to do this time?

American Literature(2)---Literary Movements

Arminianism
Plantation Tradition
Calvinism Puritanism in New England
Captivity Narratives Realism
Concord Chronology
Romance and Novel
Conversion Narratives
Salem Witch Trials
Covenant Theology
Sentimentalism
Domestic Fiction
Sermon Structure
Early American Novel
Slave Narratives
Jeremiads
Southwestern Humor
Local Color
Transcendentalism
Meditation Tradition
Travel Narratives
Native American Literature
Typology
Naturalism

Working Hard Everything from the Beginning

That means I'll practice my skills from every expects from the beginning. Now I'd like to tell you what I did this morning. I got up at 10 o'clock. I guess you got up late like me during the winter vocation, too. Openning my eyes, I chose happiness for I clearly knew that whether you live well or not, you still have to pass the day. So why don't chose a better one? First I brushed my tooth, washed my face, and tided my hair. Then I drunk a big cup of warm water to clean my intestinal canal. Then I massage for my Dad, over the past year he has a bit inconvenience to own the ability to walk.
Noon time. I began to cook for my family. This holiday my culinary arts improved greatly. I'm very proud of it. Here I'm sit down before my computer. I wrote these for my own purpose. I'm with you.
Maybe you will wonder is this kind of writing way my so-called practice from the beginning? Yeah, it is. Boring? Ah! And this is not the end, it is the beginning.

The Age of Innocence

The Age of Innocence (1920) is a novel by Edith Wharton, which won the 1921 Pulitzer Prize. The story is set in upper class New York City in the 1870s.

In 1920, The Age of Innocence was published twice; first in four parts, July – October, in the Pictorial Review magazine, and then by D. Appleton and Company as a book in New York and in London. The book was warmly received, the Times Book Review considered it as "A brilliant panorama of New York's 45 years ago. The novel is in demand mostly at public libraries and a best seller in the bookstores."

My Dogs Skip

I had three dogs at the time of my staying at my hometown. They all not belong to me now. The first one I called him Willow, he was died of disease. The second one, I have not had time to give him a name, was taken quietly by an unexpected guest. The third dog I named her May. May was my favorite.
May accompanyed me for a long time. That was a happy time. Later, my family have to leave our hometown and we left May to my grandparents.
It was my worst and unreluctant decision. Not long after we saying goodbye to May, she was lost and never came back.
When she was found, she was dead in a corn field, lonely and miserably. A sense of desolation overwhelmed me. I missed them all. They appears in my dreams every now and then. Skipping, smiling, and speaking to me.

One Step at a Time

Lamp, Flower, Bed

I'm tired. I can feel it truly. When I'm tired, everything I do will be of little use. I like energy, and passion. Many valuable inspirations walked away, I can't find them back. I need some rest, enough rest. Just let me go to bed, then all these go well. Oh, my comfortable bed! I judge people's state by their faces, I judge myself by myself, and by my face, too.
No more writings here.

Legends of the Fall

Some people hear their own voices from the soul, and to live by what they hear. Such people become crazy or become legend.
Tristan Ludlow was born in the fall of the falling leaves. It was a terrible winter. His mother always die bringing him into this world. His father Col. William Ludlow brought him to me, and I warpped him in the bear skin and held him all that night. As he grew to a man, I taught him the great joy of kill. Col. Ludlow has three sons, but Tristan was his favorite.
That was a very bad time. The Colonel tried to help the people, but it was no use. So he decided to walk his own way. He wondered to lose the immolation over the montains and begin again. And so we lived for many years. The boys were strong. Alfred was the older brother,and Samuel was the youngest. One year, I'm a old man, can not remember the year. But that was the moon of the red grass, when Isabel Ludlow, their mother, went away for the winter. She said the winter here is too cruel for her. She said she afraid the bears. She is a strange woman anyway. That spring, though, she did not return. After that, she did not come much to see us. Alfred wrote her many letters, but Tristan refused to speak of her. His world was here, with me.
I have these letters, many letters. They are for all of them. The whole family, the whole story.

catching fish using magic song!

After the bombing of Pearl Harbor on the 7th of December 1941, the imperial Japanese navy steamed south, unleashing their fire on Darwin, a city in the northern territory of Australia.

"The territory" was a land of crocodiles, cattle barons and warrior chiefs where adventure and romance was a way of life. I t was also a place where aboriginal children of mixed-race were taken by force from their families and trained for service in white society.

Thesr children became known as the stolen generations.

September1939

My grandfather, King George, he take me walked about. And teach me black fellow way. Grandfather teach me most important lessons of all and tell me story.That day I down the Billabong, King George taught me how to catch fish using magic song.

To Be Jane Austen

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Becoming Jane

So You Are A Man?

Gone in Sixty Seconds
you have to work twince as hard as

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