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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.
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In October 2010,Beijing
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group of most recent pictures.
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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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铁鸟下蛋，他中彩啦！
“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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睁一只眼，闭一只眼
“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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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In literature:
"Seething
whirlpools, gyrating sandstorms, waterspouts," and more. Let’s read
what are acclaimed the towering
works.
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Memoirs
between the West and China. see it
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