Messages from the sky

Once again
We enjoyed the same sunrise and sunset
We embraced the same sky
We felt the same temperature and humidity
Under the lee of the nature

Ever more
We enjoy the same sunshine and moonlight
I stop my steps to match up to
the speed of the sphery motion
I bow before the lee of the nature
I dance with the change of the sun, the moon and the stars

When the sky covered with dark clouds
I wonder if you are telling me how you struggling with life
from the other side of the sky
When the rainbow formed in the bright sky
I wonder if a smile appeared on your face

Life...

Life...

It's like the child's hair
Keep her hair always sleekly
Someday it'll get long and raven
Someday she'll comb her hair

Life...

It's like a bowl of sour and hot soup
Put a little more seasoning...
Someone likes spicier soup
Someone likes sourer one

Life...

It's like a kind of children's game
Play hide and seek with my shadow
Don't follow me all the time
Look for somewhere brightly
Hide somewhere duskily


Life...

It's like oil color paints
Pick a color which you like
Some looks warm
Some looks cold

The Thorn Birds

Long Ago, there was a bird who sang just once in its life.
From the moment it left its nest, it searched for a thorn tree.
and it never rested until it found one.
Then it began to sing more sweetly
than any other creature on the face of the earth.
And singing, it impaled its breast on the longest, sharpest thorn.
But as it was dying, it rose above its own agony
to out-sing the lark and the nightingale.
The thorn bird pays its life for that one song
and the whole world stills to listen
and God, in His heaven ~smiles.
As its best was bought only at the cost of great pain.
Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come.
But when we press the thorn to our breast,
We know........
We understand.....
And still......we do it.

Have you heard this beautiful poem? It seems to say it all...........

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die!

Text by Mary Frye

Anne of Green Gables

The following essay was downloaded from Won7ders' photos.

A Golden Day

Daily Inspiration

SOMETIMES WE ALL NEED A LITTLE INSPIRATION

TO HELP US THROUGH OUR DAY.


Monday, September 17th

“If you have an apple and I have an apple and we exchange these apples then you and I will still each have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we exchange these ideas, then each of us will have

two ideas.”
~ George Bernard Shaw

The foregoing essays were excerpted from the website http://www.sullivanmovies.com/dailyinspiration.html

I love very much.

50 places of a lifetime

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Wings

Flew with my red wings

The words turned into clouds
My sky covered with dark clouds

If I could find a way

Flew with my allochroic wings

A bolt of lightning lit up my blue sky

My blue sky was going to rain

Asonant raindrops fell ...

Flew with my weak wings

The thunders woke me up

My blue sky turned into dark

If I could find my way

Flew with my spiritual wings

My beamiest star showed me the light way

My dark sky turned into bright

Rainbows gave me a wave

I might find my way

Blogging thoughts

I was not interested in seeing blogs written by strangers to me. It never occurred to me to have one of my own blog, although I developed an interest in trying to have a blog of my own when I found the software I Power Blogger incidentally. And I started in seeing examples of other blogs. I am not native speakers of English, but I have an ego ideal that I am going to have bilingual blogs. I spent much more time writing and thinking than all of you. Maybe my grammar is bad, however, I believe I would progress in writing. Besides, I put my ideas on my blog in order to keep something I care about in my life. It might bring me back many especial memories one day.

Alarmed day

My colleague took half day off this afternoon so I substituted as the acting teacher of her class. I never thought of today would be a unmolested day since one of the student was kept in an unusual changeable mood recently. She fled from school a few days ago.

We usually took a nap every afternoon, however, I couldn't fall asleep as her bawled this afternoon. (She always bawled when feeling unhappy is due to she can't speak.) She had already prepared for leaving when I opened my eyes and then she bolted out of the classroom. I ran as soon as I could and followed her steps as I was afraid that she might disappear again. She raced to the school gate so that I knew she had tried to leave school, but she stopped her steps immediately while I approached her. Then she turned and saw me still looking at her. Maybe she knew she couldn't escape this time so she followed me went back classroom. She still had tried to escaped from school twice after this event.

However, the bomb wouldn't end up. Our assistant teacher told me that another student had lost after the last class started. I cannot describe my mood at that time. All the highest grade students took a trip for they are going to graduate from junior high school, and most of the teachers went with them. We had tried our best to comb out the campus for the child about fifteen minutes, but we haven't got any good news. I almost knelt down to thanks for God's blessing when I heard he was found in other classroom. It was an alarmed day to me.

To sweet little girl ─ April

The first time when we touch
I'm looking in your childlike eyes
I saw all smiles through your eyes
For the first time
You're looking in my eyes
I see a miracle of the life through your eyes


The second time when we touch
I'm speaking to your childlike mind
Your minds full of all smiles
For the first time
You're speaking to me
I hear a miracle of the life through your voice


Your mind is too pure to me
It feels like Lake Tahoe limpidly
Your smile likes the angel spreading its wings
It could turn a heavy overcast into sunshine


Your voice likes a whitethroat sing softly
It could melt the winter snow
Your words can brighten my mood
I would pull all stars down from the sky for you

Travel notes ─ Yosemite & Lake Tahoe

I went to Yosemite and Lake Tahoe this summer vacation. They're two days' journey to get to both of them. This is the first time I went to Lake Tahoe, but I have been to Yosemite last year. Lake Tahoe impressed me most wonderfully for the clarity of its water. Yosemite was originally famous for its falls, however, we couldn't see Yosemite Falls since they all dried this summer. I miss the scenery spectacularly last summer. Although there were no falls there, my brother-in-law showed us to another place with a grand view of the lofty ranges around us from the top of the mountain. They were indeed memorable journeys of my life.

Childhood on my mind

I 'd like to share something that happened to me in my childhood. My parents let me learn drawing while I was about seven to ten years old. I developed an interest in drawing. I was so lucky I could obtain the support from my family then. My parents always encouraged me to keep on drawing and they often praised my works. The encouragement I received from my parents reminds me of the encouragement I got from my teachers. There were so many teachers who encouraged me when I was a vocational school student. All in all, through their encouragement, I never get tired of drawing and I feel good when I do it.

Another example, which is contrary to what I have said so far, is my experience of being a mathematics teacher's aid. The job was originally a hobby, which I did for fun; however, it became an unhappy experience. Well, one of my teachers asked me, "How can you be a mathematics teacher's aid when you've got such disappointing grades?" The question was severely discouraging to me so I lost all my confidence in math. Maybe things would have been different had the teacher been more encouraging instead of just the opposite.