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it is high time that we stopped the stupid race

wendy wang — Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:57:40 GMT

it is high time that we stopped the stupid race

Many developing countries have been pumping their buildings up recently. It seems they want to prove that the higher building they have the more power, wealth and importance they have. The tallest building in the world is Taipei 101 but mainland has announced to build a higher skycraper in Shanghai called Shanghai Fanacial Center. willother asian countries or some Middle East countries go on the race of hightening structures? When will the stupid race stop.

Skyscrapers have many disadantages. It is usually the main target of terrorists, it prevents the sunlight of the city and some of them aren't harmoney to their surroundings.If some accidents occur such as fire or earthquake the higher the building is the more difficult to evacuate.

nervous

wendy wang — Mon, 04 Jun 2007 13:59:23 GMT

nervous

i will give a speech in english in a conference tomorrow. I feel so nervous now. God bless me that i won't make any mistakes. What should i dress i haven't decided. It is said that we would be picture recorded.

Oh GOD where are you now.

But,

After tomorrow , i will have a good rest. my present job will get a brief pause.:))

Anyway i am expecting the day after tomorrow.

NERVOUS!

why

wendy wang — Wed, 30 May 2007 03:24:55 GMT

why

There is a theater nearby the apartment i live in. Every time when there is a leader coming here to go to the theater , there are tens of bodyguards and policemen get here in advance and when the leader comes he/sh ride i a black shining car and nobody is allowed to move before he/she passed. Why? Does he/she have privilege? Or he/she is afraid of being murdered?How stupid he/she is!

Today

wendy wang — Mon, 28 May 2007 11:11:24 GMT

Today

Today is Monday. A busy day. I went to school and instructed four classes as a teacher. i stood for 3 hours in the morning. I felt exhausted. In the afternoon i went to another school. This time i became a student. I sat there for 3 hours and i felt more exhausted.I even had a cat nap in the class.Maybe it can explain why some of my students fell asleep in my class.Hope my professor didn't feel angry at me because i felt angry at my student when they were absent-minded. A whole day passed just like this. busy but boring.

Recently i read some really beautiful poems only by which i was put in a higher mood.

Almost time for final exam. Make up papers for students and prepare term papers for myself. Several busy weeks await me.

i drive desolation away in my way......

wendy wang — Sat, 26 May 2007 06:09:58 GMT

i drive desolation away in my way......

Today, I was asked what i would do if i felt blue. In fact it is not the first time that people put forward such a question. It seems many people confused and helpless when they feel depressed and have no way to step out of the puzzle.

We all know a kind of saying:"Doing jobs as many as you can is the best way to forget unhappiness." To some degree i agree with it. Don't focus on the things making you feel unhappy .Tell youself it is just a past tense.

When i feel blue i will go to the gym and jog on the running machine crazily for one hour. Everytime when i step off the machine i feel so exausted that i won't have energy to feel blue.

Besides, it is an effective way to get rid of blue emotions that is doing anything that helps me blow off my oppressed feelings. I will listen to sad musics or watch a sad movie which makes cry. Have a good sleep after crying and feel better when getting up the next day. I feel the sunshine is still bright and air even fresher.

Last but absolutely not the least is to call my best friend and share my depression with her. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Only on such occassions that i feel my friend has never been far away from me.So it is very correct that i make several intimate friends. I ever heard a poem named <Do Not Wait> in which there is a sentence;"Don't wait to be lonely, to recognize the value of a friend".

A beautiful Poem.

wendy wang — Fri, 25 May 2007 07:05:50 GMT

A beautiful Poem.

http://blog.hjenglish.com/qingyin/archive/2006/09/15/451076.aspx###

Stray Bird 飞鸟集 　　
by Ranbindranath Tagore 郑振铎 译

夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。

O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal

是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.

无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？

The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。

Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。

Once we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

忧思在我的心里平静下去，正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

有些看不见的手，如懒懒的微风似的，正在我的心上奏着潺湲的乐声。

Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

"海水呀，你说的是什么？"

"是永恒的疑问。"

"天空呀，你回答的话是什么？"

"是永恒的沉默。　

What language is thine O sea?

The language of eternal question.

What language is thy answer, O sky?

The language of eternal silence.

静静地听，我的心呀，听那世界的低语，这是它对你求爱的表示呀。

Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

创造的神秘，有如夜间的黑暗－－是伟大的。而知识的幻影却不过如晨间之雾。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

不要因为峭壁是高的，便让你的爱情坐在峭壁上。

Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

我今晨坐在窗前，世界如一个路人似的，停留了一会，向我点点头又走过去了。　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.

这些微（风思），是树叶的簌簌之声呀；它们在我的心里欢悦地微语着。

There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

你看不见你自己，你所看见的只是你的影子。

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

神呀，我的那些愿望真是愚傻呀，它们杂在你的歌声中喧叫着呢。让我只是静听着吧。

My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master. Let me but listen.

我不能选择那最好的。

是那最好的选择我。

I cannot choose the best.

The best chooses me.

A Song Almost Forgotten

wendy wang — Fri, 18 May 2007 06:40:05 GMT

A Song Almost Forgotten

Today when i took a taxi to my workplace, a beautiful melody of an old song flew from the radio-亲密爱人（close lover）. The song i listened to first in a movie about a story of the shanghai which was before 1949. what was the story itself about i can't recall clearly but i clearly remember i loved the song of the movie immediately and knew a singer named Mei Yanfang. A singer who was not pretty but attractive and from Hongkong at that moment.

Mei Yanfang (Anita Mui) has left us for almost 4 years. Every time when i listen to her songs I feel she is still just beside us.She died before her time. Videos and pictures hold her young images and voices for us forever but they can't tell us what she is like when she gets old.

The life full of excellence but short and the life full of dull routine but safe are totally different. The former is like spark , like fireworks beautiful and dazzling but disappear soon. The later is like marathon races. long and dull but we can enjoy the result every time when we finish one of them.

I will take every marathon race of my life seriously and hard.

Tianjin Ancient Cultural Street

wendy wang — Wed, 16 May 2007 04:16:22 GMT

Tianjin Ancient Cultural Street

(Tingmen Guli, the gateway of the street)

As a Tianjiner, I have never regarded Tianjin as a tourist attraction. But there is an exception and I recommend people who are to tour in Tianjin to visit Tianjin Ancient Cultural Street of 600 years’ history. If this is your first visit to Tianjin and you want to take a cultural and historical view of Tianjin, the best choice is to visit the Ancient Cultural Street.The Ancient Cultural Street (around 600 meters long) which was opened on the New Year’s Day in 1986 is located on the west bank of Haihe River in Nankai District. It is a commercial pedestrain street which is worth visiting as aniques, ancient books, traditional handcrafts and folk products are sold there. Among these products, several of them must be mentioned which represent Tianjin’s culture the most. First one is: Yangliuqing New Year’s paintings. One of the very beautiful traditional folk-art which is also well known both in china and overseas,

Second one is Niren Zhang’s Colour-clay figurines.

Third one is Wei kites.

Forth one is Liu Carvings.The four folk-art mentioned above all have their shops there.

The street is also known as the cradle of Tianjin. It is the first cultural, religious and business centre of the city. In its center is the famous Tianhou Temple which was built in Yuan Dynasty, more popularly known as Mazu. Additonally, architecture there imitates the folk style of the Qing Dynasty. Walking throught the big memorial arch of Jinmen Guli(literally means “an Old Neighbourhood of Tianjin” ) you will see buildings featuring Qing Dynasty architecture which is decorated by almost 100 chinese steles and couplets composed ofby dozens of calligraphers and altogether they look like an exhibition of calligraphy. Walking by these buildings with grey walls and decorated with colourful streamers is like walking into the past.

There are also local snacks, such as Chatang Soup, Guobacai, Earhole Fried Cake, etc. Among them Chatang Soup is particularly unique as the boiled water is poured from a kettle (a big copper pot) with dragon-shaped mouth. The skilled Chatang maker holds several bowls in one hand and pours the boiling water into them from quite a distance. Chatang itself is made of baked millet and glutinous millet flour. The soup is made by pouring boiling water to the mixed flour and then add sugar or brown sugar.

( a Chatang soup maker is pouring boiled water from a dragon-shape mouth kettle )

Chinese people know a word:” Eating in Tianjin”

Above all, the ancient Culture Street is rich in culture and folk customs, with warm friendly services.

Welcome ppl from all over the world visit Ancient Cultural Street one day.

spiderman 3

wendy wang — Tue, 15 May 2007 14:14:43 GMT

spiderman 3

directors are really cruel some of the time. They decide who is to die and who survive even the death is meaningless.

Today i watched spiderman 3. At the end of the movie,Harry-the friend of Petter died to save his friend. Why does the director arrange such a sad end? When i watched here i abused the director. How could he find it in his heart to seeing harry being killed.

we have had enough gray life in real world. What a movie bring to us should be happiness, shouldn't it? especially such a fiction for entertainment only.

I feel disappointed .

footprint

wendy wang — Sat, 12 May 2007 14:27:58 GMT

footprint

Today i post a message to the forum. The topic brought to my mind an old touching story i read before..........

Footprint

I like walking by the sea. The tang of the salty sea-breeze; the glow of the gentle ocean sun; the glistening crystals of light across the ocean water; the delightful feeling of sun-warmed sand beneath my naked feet. Yes, I so like walking by the sea. I walk by the sea every day. And today I had a special companion. Today, I walked with my guardian angel.

My angel was a pleasant companion. For a while, we made idle chit-chat, talking about the weather. Then for a longer while, we were quiet, just sharing in each other’s company as we walked and listened to the rolling waves. We walked and walked and walked. We walked for the longest time. And then my angel paused and said, “my son, we have walked far together. Look behind and see how far we have come”. And so I turned around. I saw in the sand the footprints that had been made by me and my angel. We had certainly walked a long long way.

Far off in the distance, I saw the smallest of my footprints. These were the prints that I made when I had first started walking. They were small – and so cute! And next to them, I saw the footprints of my father and mother, who had walked with me. And I saw my angel’s footprints right next to mine.

I saw my footprints getting bigger.I saw the footprints of my first friends, my school teachers, my neighbours. My parents’ footprints walked right next toe me, leading me, guiding me. And they were joined by the small footprints of my sister. And always, I saw my angel’s prints right next to mine.

I saw my footprints getting even bigger. My parents’ footprints became further away now. Other footprints came closer. Best friends, girl friends, partners and classmates. And always, I saw my angel’s prints right next to mine.

At one point, I saw the footprints of my life-partner entering my life. Her footprints were so exquisite and so perfectly compatible with my own. When I walked with her, I saw how I walked faster, stronger and with more powerful confident strides. She made me strong. With her walking beside me, the footprints of a boy became the footprints of a man. And all the while, I saw my angel’s prints right next to mine.

I saw my prints. I saw my every success and failure. I saw my triumphs and defeats. I saw my joy and despair. I looked back and saw every footprint I had ever made. And I was proud.

But then I looked closely. I had first thought that my angel had always been with me, walking side by side, my eternal companion. But I was wrong. I looked carefully and saw that there were times when there was only one set of foot prints. I saw that these were the times when I was most depressed. These were the times when I was most miserable, when I was lost and lonely, when I felt like I had no love at all. Why? Why in my most troubled times did my angel abandon me?

My angel read my thoughts. He turned to me, his eyes brimming with the love that only a guardian angel can show, and with his gentle voice he said unto me, “my dear son… those are the times when I carried you”.

I heard his words. I smiled. I knew he spoke the truth. I continued walking. And I knew, that I would never walk alone.

today is sunday

wendy wang — Sun, 17 Dec 2006 03:43:14 GMT

today is sunday

the third day

wendy wang — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:21:11 GMT

the third day

enjoy your life

wendy wang — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 07:15:46 GMT

enjoy your life

hello my friends. hope i can bring happiness to u . i als hope i can share my happiness with you all. . yesterday is my first time here. i met many nice guys.i am not good at computer. but now i think i 've found a new place to make friends. i am happy.