Steam from the wing.
Tears from the eyes.
Ehen breaking through the clouds,you will find the sun is always there.
I prefer to enjoy the show without my smartphone filming.But my parents are living every day without those kinds of shows.
I never wonder that papa has been 45 and mom has been 41...And I am going to college next year.
How many shows do I have to share with my parents then?
It was after the weekly exam that I had seen him again for a long time.
He was weaing a hoody in the rain and I was holding an umbrella behind.
He had to weave between the puddles and I just stepped on his path.
I felt like walking along forever,no hotels to stay but we were in ourselves.
No oven around to heat the frozen pizza so I steamed it.
People criticised you for it's not the proper way to have pizza without asking you whether it tasted good.
#Skylark Challenge 104
Waked up from the bed and outside the gauze curtain drifted white boats in the harbour,
Stepped barefoot on the wooden floor and it was daytime,cloudy though.
Leaned against the window with an oil paper umbrella open in hand.
Beneath the attic lied a stone road,which hit me with
结着愁怨的姑娘。"(戴望舒 作 ，雨巷）
"Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to encounter
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
A girl"(Dai Wangshu,A Lane in the Rain)
Put away the fork rod,the window shut "Bang"
"Bang" You were cast in the underground gar...
A girl was holding a doll with loose hair,who was doing hide and seek with her grandma.
The grandma hid behind the pillars where was obvious to be found.She was not into the game and what she wanted is to make her granddaughter feel a sense of accomplishment.
She was a frail old lady who made little sound while walking but laught out loud to her darling.
Walking on the hallway alone and looking out to see the trees shining under the sun.I remember my biology teacher has told us that the ''Baicao Garden'' in our campus was a false ecosystem.However,I felt amazing to have it.
After watching a program about Chernobyl at our class meeting this Friday.I made it on the theme of my Chinese homework.I seachered for hours about the Chernobyl nuclear accident online.The more information I got,the harder I found to form the fragmentary information into an article.
Just like the more you hold on,the more responsibility you have to take,or the greater you have to be.Maybe we group up like that.
Nowadays,we seem to be connected closely.
English is a major subject for Chinese students.And books,songs,movies and other stuffs expressed in English (including other languages translated by English)make this subject more charming.And we are tend to accept western cultures mostly.
As for me,FRIENDS and DOWNTOWN ABBEY are my favorite Tv plays.I may imitate their lifestyles sometimes,for fun or just international?I have to admit that I have lost myself sometimes as a Chinese.
I don't have to change myself to cater to the whole world.
On a history class,we were talking about world modern music.Our teacher played music videos for us,mostly western ones.After seeing,my classmate signed how lucky...
I got a dream yesterday and it was so true.I was up to the mountains and on the way there were villages living around.It began to snow heavily with a bright sun though.I was going to take a picture of it.However,I couldn't aim at it for my hands were shaking.And then I was on the front seat in a car.The framework suited the view fine.
But I stil didn't get a picture.The reason why I long for it so much is that I have promised my classmate to share the snowy beauty of my hometown in the reality.
I wonder whether there is some kind of relationship beteween dreams and reality.I never question the existence in any of my dream.
The day I left my hometown from countryside this vacation,Grandma was on duty to a temple.Grandma dragged the chicken which always made the duck's lunch hers to the back door and asked me to watch out the hen lay an egg.And then she was up to the mountain for her day.
On the mountain,we grow red bayberry and Citrus reticulata cv. Suavissima.On the mountain,we have our graves.It's what we rely on where we are back.
The moment I heard that my grandparents had had their graves decorated,I was shocked.I asked why,they said that it helped live longer.However,they heard from others and it was obvious not a tradition.
My grandma has diabetes.When I collected some information on the Internet and tol...