Fake Soliloquy

Unknowingly 2010 is approaching.

How fast,

I have been through 15 years in my life.

That’s a fifth or a sixth of one’s life.

Look back these 15 years,

Now I am thankful to all the people and natural creatures that come into my life.

I am thankful to the elders who come to this world before me, then, maybe they passed away already. They created this present for me, and they left legacy behind for me.

I am thankful to the children who come to this world after me. From them, I see the hope and authentic happiness of mankind.

And of course, I am thankful to my friends of my age. We will walk through our lives together, side by side, with glory as well as depression.

I am thankful to everything that appeared in these 15 years of my life.

My pets, a flower, one evening’s beautiful sunset……

They filled my life with colors.

While I am going forward, I took this little break, to look back, to recollect, to thank.

May God bless you all.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Rongchen

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 December 3, 2009

December 3, 2009

Hope, the motive power drives human being to progress.

No matter how long the road is,

No matter how rough the ground might be,

Human beings never stop its unstoppable steps,

To seek, to feel, to touch,

The beauty and the truth of nature.

And never, never give up to stand out, to fight, to die for

The honor and rights that human beings deserve.

Though we sometimes were, are, and will be in dark,

But the hope in our chest never change,

To create a better world for the future,

To enjoy the love in our hearts.

Humanity might be trampled for ten years, might be insulted for hundreds of years, might be enslaved for thousands of years,

But the hope inside of mankind will eventually yell out,

“Kill us all or the hope in mankind will never snuff.”

Human beings never bend head to anything, anything!

The hope in everyone of us’ heart, will fight, and destroy all the barrier on the road that wants to stop us from moving on, towards a better future.

Rongchen

December 3, 2009

Joyce's Snow

Snowy winter, is the most severe period of the year as well as the closet moment towards hope and vibrant live, spring. Dark night, is the most tenebrous time of the day, also waiting for the most bright first light from the sun of the new day puncture the sky. In the winter, no matter the nature was how lively or inanimate, all covered under the thick snow. In the deep night, weather the day was onerous or leisurely, everything went into silence. Joyce's Dubliner, such a sombre book, he imposes all his sarcasm and anguish to Dublin. Finally, in the end, he gives this snow, the quiet peace, to everyone. In the last story Dead of the Dubliners, the main character as Joyce has set up, from childhood to this one, death, is living, however, he is already dead. When he realizes that he has never felt the impulse of love throughout his whole life, even himself, consider he is miserable. His social awkwardness drives him outside a lively life. He has never enjoyed life, as a living man, he is more lifeless than a dead man. He never loved his life.

Like the other characters in Dubliners, he and they are unfortunate. They missed the only opportunity in man’s life for them to shine, that is the whole point of living. After that, their life stopped at that point, or being ordinary forever. An individual’s life is all about him, but compares to the immense universe, no one would still remember the pities. Joyce still reluctantly shows us hope, the authentic truth of why mankind is still living and vibrant. This perfect rare snow in Ireland ends everything, weather positive or negative. After the chill of bright snow, the peace of dark night, everything would be new, everything would be hopeful. While carries both the hope of tomorrow and the sad memory of the past, in the serene interim snowy night, would be the best time to just be quiet, recollect, think, wait, and wish. Universe is vast, because countless individuals formed it. Though the person who lived in the past and is dying will never see the first sunlight’s flash of tomorrow, no matter what bitterness he has tasted in his life, placing in this ultimate peace, one would smile and say with the most satisfied tone: “my life is over, it was great, I love it.”

Minhong Yu

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闲适，乱心

闲适

北海后的胡同里，淡泊名利，闲度岁月。

清早豆浆油条，晚上带鱼丸子。

今朝二两韭菜，明天半斤排骨。

白天工作琐事，归家老婆孩子。

闲适后海小钓，节日桥边老号。

自行车载着岁月，四合院度过年华。

无所渴求，没有纷扰，

这会是我做追求的一生么？

不，

我只羡慕那样的心境罢了。

然而，

笔下没有北国雪，胸中一腔报国志。

才谋胆识不高，且不得人心，何谈大志？

今写此诗，心中烦乱，

已近壮年，不显才智。

从今后，潜心钻研，关心他人，不傲，不显

视他人为兄弟姐妹。

绝不自残身心。

呆瓜，明知何为上次，为何不行？

此诗，为明志，以自勉，字字铭心刻骨。

朱容辰

09年九月十四日近午夜

Poem and Story

听一首歌，歌词，也是诗，那么豪气。“给我一杯酒，喝尽人间愁”

自己也想抒发豪气，坦露胸志，只不过没那个能力罢了，写不好很可笑，很丢人。

Today we did a creative character sketch in English class, i really want to write something about my dream girl. Ben says it's ok except everyone will think i'm very horny, i am, little bit. Since i cannot tell anyone else, why don't i just produce it here, in this my private world. The story might be seem ridiculous in the future, but, who cares? It's my thought at this moment, and it's a memory for myself. Honestly, i do not have a plan, just want to enjoy the writing process.

恨此刻不能消尽心中愁与忧，愿未来胸有才华大志，书写千古风流。

Where my thinking is, where my pen is, maybe no one like it, but i enjoy it, that' good enough.

Poem of Desolation

I guess no one will ever look at this blog but myself, so i think it is a perfect place for this poem of desolation.

小小的悲凉

不知为何， 心中传来淡淡忧伤。

是因为功成名就前无路？

或是离家万里思父母？

有或无人关怀，无人知心，心寄无处？

突发奇想怪糊涂，

压抑终究不可取。

愿这小诗能将我的心结带走，

永不光复。

二零零九年九月十日

朱容辰

孤身于无人校园

never think i would wrote poem again.

the passion of writing this poem just came up in to my mind and i cannot restrain myself from writing it. that feeling was cool, i think that's how the real poems felt.

i love poems, especially in chinese, they can really pacify one's mind and has the charm that words cannot describe, only the one's feeling can touch the of soul the poems.

this desolation, i think no one actually understand me very well, and that person would be my lover but she has not come yet. So i can only wait, but i'm a little bit impatient. It depends on fate.

I released my idea today, very happy, it's almost midnight, wish everyone and myself good night and happy tomorrow!