Just do it!

In some mornings of my life, I woke up with a smile, while in others, i woke up with a most ugly word in world, "sh**". I then recalled what i have done the day before and was sometimes puzzled why i didnt make use of my time better and why i didnt do the most urgent however difficult things. Maybe that is the essence of obstacles? You find it difficult to do it. But the scary thing is that the more you postpone in doing it, the more difficult it would be, also less time you can take to do it...

so my squash teacher does have a good point: " stop saying sorry, just do it and hit a good ball." So many times saying sorry is actually a way out after doing sth. wrong. So saying sorry is not good in this case, I should allow as few chances as possible for myself to be sorry, both to myself and to others. And JUST DO IT when confronted with difficulties and DO IT RIGHT!

Why do I want to study corruption?

There are many "?" that shine like stars in my sky:
? : why do I exist like this and not that?
? : why is there love or hatred?
? : why are people selfish?
? : why is there war?
? : why do I ask?
.......
But, at this moment, i most urgently want to know:
? : why is there so much corruption?
What does it mean if a country is featured with widespread corruption? What does it mean if one or two government official is over millions units of money corrupted? What does it mean if one needs to be corrupted besides monetary motivation? What happened after a country is seriously corrupted for a long time? What is the worst consequence of corruption? Who benefits most from corruption and who the least?

Weiwenhua, I pray for your soul!

Weiwenhua, your life was vulnerable in front of the beasts, your soul shall live forever in the hearts of the kind...
http://jinzhuwo.blog.163.com/blog/static/262523752008098219981/ (Reference about the tragedy for Chinese readers.)

who survives Winter elegantly-the autumn leaves...?

we would have met in Paris, Barcelona, Montpelier...

--written long long ago

i and !

Tides of feelings flow,
in the ocean of time,
up and down,
left to right.

Isn't it just the same water,
meeting lighthouse's lights,
sun's shines,
over and over,
through the same darkness.

But somehow,
memory only keeps "now".

No one tries to change,
the size of the ocean,
no one tries to fill it,
with black or yellow water,
and any other color but blue.

The hardest thing is,
to change facing changes.

The girl is tired,
she lies down,
red skirts on white bricks,
yellow skin under blue sky,
black hair at pink cheeks,
with white smiles.

She looks to his direction,
with black smiles.
She turns to the other direction.
Will there be anyone, anything,
pick her up on his way,
or will she just wait, wave her smile,
hold herself up to her may,
to a season called, "sumtumn",
to a place called, "heavell".

She enjoyes these moments.
She suffers these minutes.
She tries to feel that,
the earth turns itself,
she tries to turn herself with.

She wants to chatch up,
with earth, then the sun, then stars...