Minhong Yu

Minhong Yu, the founder and the CEO of the New Oriental, is a gentleman who i respect very much, here is an article of him. It will be a very important experience he shared with us.

http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4711b54e0100f4bg.html

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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!

Pity for The Goat

This might be the first serious blogger article i wrote willingly, and with a super strong passtion, i like it so much, because it's the first time i write confidently.

here goes it:

Today is the first day of 09-10 school year, i am a sophmore now. The first day is stimulating, and panic. There are many fresh and acquantant faces, i was cheerful.

But all this diary's thoughts came to me from the pity of my mind towards a lovely and wretched yellow goat. Though i am not a really good writer and even reluctant to English writing. I cannot bear the tremendous pity nocking my heart.

On the way when i go home, on a big hill full of golden wilted grass, erected a beautiful luxury house. On the hillside, a very immense circle is extremlyprominent.Not a Crop Circle made by creative aliens, if you take a clear look, there's this yellow and aged-looking goat that looks just the same like other goats, However, this goat must be one of the two goats gave me the most furious complex emotion. (The other one is in the zoo of my middle school, Beijing Haidian Foreign Language Shiyan School) You might have imagined the condition. Yes, the goat was chained, so it can only eat the grass around a little stick that dig into the ground maybe so deeply that evven a much stronger creature cannot even shake it. The circle was perfectly round. Every time when i pt a little of my thinking to condition the goat has, when it tried it's best to reach the better, fresher, and more juicy grass a centimeter from the furest edge of the chain, when the goat in fortitide, the iron chain restrict its neck that has several bald hair adherer some old blood on it, eyes wide open, turns the whites of eyes up closely unseen, throat in fatal suffocation and extremely dry, but it cannot even moves his toe any further, my heart was broken. Everytime when i pass that way, seeing the goat every time, the voice come from my soul was begging the ar to move faster and faster, so i will not see it any longer. But i can never control my emotion to turn blind eye to this goat, i think if i do not, the goat would be more miserable if even no one notices its situation. People might sya i am too emotially weak or too sentimental, but since human beings ask freedom, why cannot the goat gets a little bit more of what poor treatment it has now, sin his master must be well-educated, why do not just free him from the iron chain that the human beings do not want, too enjoy grass optionally and have a trough of water, relaxing in a little house without the torture of the burning sun and chill rain.

Dear my goat friend, i wish you the best from the deepest from my heart, hope your master will find how lovely you are and how treeible the situation you have been through. This essay is for you.

Rongchen