In Education:

A BS in China. What counts more is perhaps the classification: for immediately afterwards I started to classify myself as of the educated, little though as I now have to say that I had; so, and so, I have had such a habit as visiting bookshops, and there, I found myself gradually yet vigorously attracted by liberal arts, such as in literature. When I realized how much I had been before utterly blinded I began to think of myself enlightened: but puffs, sir, you see, are made at the same time, so that the journey would have to be continued and on. Since books also are recognized as food, and that I was not puffed so much as thinking myself even able to eat everything, I did with help in selection of them, and it was also for the sake of digestion, at least. It is now much better, I suppose, for not only can I sip say the Russian heavy alcohol as of Dostoevsky¡¯s, but I can also have a mouthful of the French cuisine as of Voltaire¡¯s. Meanwhile, does it mean that my experience echoes the Order: Shame be to him who thinks evil of it? I bear it in my mind. Since I can scarcely find a book in my native language in my homeland I read almost all in English.

In October 2010,Beijing

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In Music: I like Michael Jackson, and I've enjoyed his music unusually, such as what I wrote of it earlier:

I was not so much a fan of Michael until I heard that he passed away, although I listened to his music long ago and thought it was cool and I understood it.

What¡¯s it that I could set a whole day in it! I thought, for instance, I was attracted by the erotic scene background of Give In To Me, but I found out then the lyrics in contrary, and more that is far beyond that it must have aimed at; and, what a demonstration of the voice, such as what I enjoyed in Man In The Mirror, and again and again. Oh, Michael, mysteriously fascinating! That echoes the mystery of man, both worldly and unworldly.

 

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¡°To go shopping at a bazaar is but to Kuang or ¡®play¡¯ the bazaar, and to walk in the moonlight is to ¡®play¡¯ the moonlight. The dropping of a bomb from an airplane is but the ¡®iron bird laying an egg,¡¯ and to be hit by the bomb is but to ¡®win first prize in the aviation lottery.¡¯ ¡±

¡°He bursts into laughter, innocently,¡± one points out in argument, for it is questionable whether he feels or not in it a cord that underpins his own mentality.

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¡°We are with one eye closed and the other opened.¡± It¡¯s a Taoist attitude that offsets and complements the moral and duty-conscious, austere and purposeful character ascribed to Confucianism.

The bird in the lower position closes one eye and opens up the other, conveying an attitude toward its surrounding world whatsoever, and meanwhile contributing explicitly with the birds in the upper positions to an air of comfort aromatic in which he stays. The huge leaf is therefore transmuted into that which leads to an emblem of the coziness endowed by the natural world.

 

A Taoist attitude toward life can be seen in the accepting and yielding, the joyful and carefree sides of the Chinese character.

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Lo, the leaf! Isn't it splendid?

Owing to the splendor, I made a layout of it in business practice in the vintage industry. Click on above image to see it.

In sports: I like tennis, and among the top players over the years I think I've enjoyed more of Agassi's diversity and his endurance and contribution, Sampras' stately, Michael Chang's stinging to 'the giants' like a fly, Federer's kingly and Nadal's knightly.

          

          

 

 

I'm afraid what I called poem such as above would certainly fall only to the category of laughingstock, but, well, it may help my old friends recall of the old days with which we did have shared, and meanwhile it¡¯s a memory of the practice in poetry in Chinese I did.

¡°They do not love when they love, they love when they love them not.¡±

When I was played round by the nature printed in italic above, I was in melancholy, that, led by the Volatile (winged creature), I vented myself as in rolling as in the voluble: Nothing should have been said, | unless to a maid. | What a story so sad, | so sluggish a lad.

Vigorous still is the romance. Sometimes it triumphs in dream:

¡°They found themselves behind a screen; she dropped her handkerchief, he picked it up, she innocently took his hand, the young man innocently kissed the young lady¡¯s hand with a very special vivacity, sensibility, and grace; their lips met, their eyes glowed, their knees trembled, their hands wandered.¡±

Wandered I, then; and I awoke, wondering loud. If all the sentiments, the happy as well as the unhappy ones, and the tendon in them, are but attributes to one¡¯s life¡¯s richness; isn¡¯t it that one¡¯s just an instrument?

 

Do not be scared by big dogs, for it's said, the larger in size the tender his temperament. The middle's called Prisoner-In-Charge, that I've made most acquaintance, except the lovely Pekinese I once had.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In literature:

 

"Seething whirlpools, gyrating sandstorms, waterspouts," and more. Let¡¯s read what are acclaimed the towering works.

Memoirs between the West and China. see it

 

A suggestion for the UK pavilion for the Expo 2010 Shanghai

Heading for the Australian Pavilion Expo 2010 Shanghai

Ideas

Ideas that are used as some reflection of the West and are supposed to touch subtlety of the Far-East involve understanding of both.