Just dreaming of your departure
I cried to awake
Feeling the night wind touching the windowsill
Could you sense my love to you, darling
When I grow older and older
Will you still accompany me
Those oaths and lies
Fading into the past

Many loved your young appearance
Who on earth would like to bear the unmerciful changes of the years
Many passed by in your life
You know I'm still accompanying you all the way
When experiencing all
Whether you are still insistent in your heart

JUST FOR MY LUNA.

I ecstasized,

To painful to know how to give up the love, peeled from your heart,

No more memories,

Not asking the result,

Sufferings in heart and smiles on face already merged,

Never willingly believe the feeling shall depart me,

But where is the solemnly vowed love,

It is beyond my words,

I cannot help hurting,

Not to measure the differences between love and nonlove,

You said your heart was no longer warm as usual,

Wherefrom to start, wherefrom to miss,

It is beyond my words,

I cannot help hurting,

Not to measure the differences between love and nonlove,

I seemed to understand your choice,

Would rather not push you, but myself,

I baffled me myself.

I know you,
You know me,
I know you are there,
You know I am here,
Both of us know,
There is not here.
But both of us thought
There were here,
And here were there.

When I am there,
When you are here,
I thought I knew you,
You thought you knew me,
Both of us thought,
We were right there,
Both of us knew,
There was still there,
And here was still here.

Just for my Luna.

In the mall there is a corner for children. I stayed there just remedying the happiness I lost. When I was young, I had no chance to play toys those children did. But I did have a happy time then, just as they had there.


Plastic rocking horse

A little girl rode a plastic rocking horse. The horse was rocking, where it was, with the girl. I wondered whether the baby knew that or not. But from my side, it did not move forward and was not funny at all.

Maybe in her eyes it was a running horse, on whose back was her.


Singing rocking car

One boy pointed a singing rocking car and his mother bought him some special coins to play.
Just as he inserted his first coin into the slit, he was put into the rocking car with baby music. He did not sit, but tried to stand up in his mother’s hands inserting the rest coins. It seemed he did not want to drive the car but wanted to insert more coins!

I saw some of my shadows on this little boy. In our life we were expected and encouraged to drive the car, but we chose to insert the coins, which annoyed our parents but we thought we were completely right!

Anyway, who said the boy was wrong?


Plastic ball pool

Several kids played in a ball pool. Some just threw the ball at the walls with different drawings, some just tried to walk steadily within the pool. Of course, they fell unto the ground with balls.

I thought I were those kids, who fell unto grounds time and again. They did not care their falls, but they picked themselves up.

How about me this time?


Piano lessons

I passed by a piano school, where many parents accompanied their children to study piano lessons, or violin, or dancing or something else.
I do not know whether those kids liked to study those kinds of weekend classes or not, but I do know it is a little tired for any adult to do so year after year. I heard some parents said they did so just to teach their kids a hobby, not to expect them to be professionals. I also heard some said other children were studying, if their kids did not, they must be left behind.

In some sense they are right.

I do not know how I could teach my child when I have mine, but at present I would not choose to do as they did.


Children thought

When I was small, I divided people into two parts. Those who could support me and obey to me are my friends and otherwise, foe. The fact was that almost all people around me were my friends and only several foes, most of whom were friends very soon. Some foes lasted several seconds.

But now I found some departed ones regarded their lovers as foes, no more contact, which lasted more years, even more decades.

Some said they could not be friends, because they hurt each other once.

Some said they could not be foes, because they loved each other once.

Who could tell me who were right?

Who could tell me how to be friends instead of foes in our adult world?

2008-8-3 23:05 

I promised to carry you on my back the next day,
I promised to buy the shower tap with you the next day,
I promised to go to the National Forest Park with you the next day,
I promised to send you a rose,
I promised to come back on or before ten,
I kissed you bye, just waiting for me.
I was thinking to meet you soon at 12:30.
I am too weak, too naive, too young.
The day broken, just before we closed our eyes.
I perferred the time stopped, the sky collapsed and the night lasted,
Just as we hugged each other, we cried each other, we talked each other and we loved each other.

I'm still tearing.
I know you and you know me well.

You are so perfect, so cute, so lovely, so gentle, so pretty.
We were so happy,
Day and night,
On the way to office and home,
During working time,
Weekends,
We said hello each other,
We missed each other,
We cared each other,
We encouraged each other,
We loved each other.
We were the perfect one in our eyes and in his eyes.

I walked a wrong way,
I carried my love to meet you,
I was expecting to see you soon,
I know you were cooking for me,
I know you were ill then,
I know you were tired but happy,
Just because I was on the way,
Just because we could see each other,
Just after a long missing week.

You opened your door for me already,
You were cooking for me in your kitchen,
Chopsticks in your little hands,
Smills on your shining face,
We kissed,
We took dinner together,
We watched the movie together,
We discussed the little girl and the single mama in the movie,
We expressed the missings,

You noticed my abnormal,
You asked me the reason,
You were told nothing at first,
You were promised to know the next day,
You were expected a good happy Friday night and Saturday at least,
You insisted on knowing the content in my face, just after 12 o'clock in the late night and in the early morning,
You encouraged me,
You loved me,
You hugged me,
You covered me.

You were awakened by a stinging ring,
You knew most of the story then,
You calmed me,
You hugged me,
You kissed me,
Both could feel the fragilities of each other,
With less than 2 hours sleep.

That's another day,
Just after the day of ECLIPSE,
Just after our promises,
Just before our fulfillings,
Just on the day of my birthday, Lunar calendar.

I'm ill,
I'm teared,
I'm so so sorry, my baby,
I know I love you,
I know what I am feeling
I keep your habits,
I keep your ways,
I keep your facial mask paper in my frig,
I have no courages to face you,
I am a coward before love,
I am an old sook before you,
The perfect, cute, naughty, fashionable, pretty, lovely, Luna,
I love you.

2008-8-3 09:47

The dark sunglass could not hide my blue eyes,

The running tears could not express my broken heart,

We care each other,

We miss each other,

We love each other,

We hurt each other.

I thought you refused me,

You thought you implied me

What

If I get married,

Who could care you,

Who could love you,

As much as I do？

What

If you get married,

How about me?

The lightning could lighten the night,

But not my way ahead.

The meteor could divide the sky into two,

But not two willing hearts.

A little tired but excited.

This morning about eight I left home for Tianjin to attend my cousin’s wedding there. About two o’clock I met him, his father and his little sister, who came from far hometown to witness the day.

There are different wedding ceremonies and customs in different places and within different peoples. I was told in Tianjin the wedding is usually held about three o’clock in the afternoon, which is different from my hometown, in where it shall start at noon and last late into nights.

Just during our conversation we recalled the past golden days and exclaimed how time flied and how everything changed, my cousin called his bride to pick her up to his house. I was surprised at their decision that he should walk to her family and then they two should walk back in the hot sunshine, the sauna day. Without anyone to accompany, without any car, or even bike to carry, without any firecrackers to celebrate. In a word, this is the simplest one I ever met and heard.

I was not surprised at all. I know them well. It is the third time for me to meet the girl within one year and I have been keeping in touch with my cousin in the past decade.

I suggested to buy a bunch of roses for her and he agreed. Then we went downstairs trying to find some flower shops in the hot sun. He told me even on the day of Feb. 14 she refused his suggestion to buy her rose. What a good girl! Sometimes we need to make love romantic. After visiting several markets we got back with no roses. He told me he should buy one on the way to her family.

About one hour later his sister told us they were downstairs, for she was just beside the window to watch out. His father and I went and opened the door for them. They were hand in hand, happiness on faces.

After a short break he made some noodles for us. He told me that was the custom in my hometown. Honestly, I forgot.

My cousin told me there was no ceremony or rite, only dinner with her family members and close relatives. He reminded me that her family might say something before dinner and he suggest me to do the same.

About seven all arrived in the restaurant. All seemed happy. Most of them were from her part. We send our blessings to the new.

When it came to my turn, I thanked her family and relatives for giving her birth, growing her up, educating her, supporting her. I hoped they two could love each other, support each other, help each other, understand each other, and tolerate each other. Life is short but long. The wedding is not an end but a start. There is a long way to go. If two in one, impossible is nothing.

On the way to train station, I found Tianjin night scene were very beautiful, much unlike the impression in day time.

Now in China some people choose to marry at church, just as most westerners do. Whenever, however or whatever ceremonies or rites chosen, it is nothing but an external form. We have a saying as “grasping the internal form, you can neglect the external.”

The Games is just around the corner. It is nothing but a game, a sports game.

Never neglect, never outexpect, or never overburden.

That is.

When she told me that the driver should pick us at six thirty in the next morning downstairs, I was not happy at all.

So was she.

In the past two days, we had to get up six thirty and took two lines of subways with one transfer and thirteen stops.

But not this time.

She said the driver was so insistent that she could not refuse but accept.

That morning we three all slept thirty minutes less than the first two days.

He thought we could be happy.

In fact that is not the fact.

Anyway, it was the last day staying in Shanghai.

It took me a long time before I booked the hotel in Shanghai, for there are so many choices and each one has its own characters.

Which one to choose? I’d prefer nothing but one hotel there.

Then one of my fellows strongly suggested one, for she’d like the location.

Thank her. I reserved it.

The following three days we hurried to work between the hotel and the site, with less seven hour sleep a day.

Last night just on the way to hotel, I found it was actually standing just one hundred meters away to one end of the famous Nanjing Road Walking Street!

I planned to go there today if the work could be over earlier and if I am not too tired.

The fact is that the work was over about two o’clock in the afternoon and I had lunch at three, checked out about four and returned Beijing about ten.

It is a pity for me not to go to the street knowing it is just near there. I’ll be there next time.

Sometimes we’d rather choose not to know the fact than know it, for we were tortured by some. What if next time?

Choose to know and avoid suffering?

Isn’t it?

Possible?

The red.

The green.

The blue.

The white.

……

Aren’t they the colors of union?

Of hope?

Of love?

Of stones?

The stones Nü Wa used to mend the sky long long ago?

END

I had nothing to comment on this kind of stereotype including his. Just let it be. The clean stays clean while the dirty, dirty!

But I felt a little lost when I read the official letter from CNN, especially at his wording there. Have I been misleading by all my English teachers and friends in the past few decades?

Am I right to analyze the words as follows?

Possible original version of the guy’s from one Shanghai daily friend (sorry I really have no time or no mood or whatsoever to search his comments. If he needs my apology or whatsoever, I’ll. ) ------“And the one thing I regret was that some Chinese citizens in China and Chinese-Americans in this country felt like maybe I was insulting them. And that was never my intention. And I am sorry for that…”

“The one thing I regret”: I do not see only one thing there. Maybe more than one. If I said that, I should have several things to regret, say, before commenting I would have rushed to Libray of Congress to learn some basic information of China, at least the moral sense of a man, a public one; or after the incident I would have felt ashamed of my ignorance, my family and my company, i.e., CNN; or I might ask a quit to study in China to experience what’re going on there. The one thing I regret is that we are not the same one. Or the two things I regret are that: one, he is not I; two, I am not he.

“some Chinese citizens in China and Chinese-Americans in this country”: could you believe there is no one with bright eyes, clear mind and basic moral sense in this world, instead of only “in China” and “in this country”?

“felt like”: my several English teachers taught me the difference between like and as, say, in “he speaks as a gentleman” as means he is a gentleman, at least a man; but in “he speaks like a gentleman” here like means he is not a gentleman, say a rude man, or even not a man, say a bird. I wonder if I was taught right or wrong.

“maybe” : I am 1000 per cent sure here it means by chance rather than sure. Maybe I am right here. Right?

“that was never my intention”: maybe it implies that that was never my intention except/excluding this time, or that was never my intention besides/including this time. Maybe he was ignorant? Maybe he was out of consciousness then? Maybe he had to say so, just for the well-paid job, the pressure from top leaders of the company or the country, the threat from others to disclose his something untold, say porno photo or something as or like that?

“I am sorry for that”: Ok, to those in China or in this country, if you did think I am not right to say so, I am sorry for that. Here he kicked the ball to the ones with consciousness, while he himself together with his notorious company stayed behind the curtain to attempt an ineffective solution and to look on others’ attitudes and behaviors with great caution.

Just from my limited and superficial analysis above you might know something as or like that they are at least good wording players better than me. The one thing I add that someone should know that several uncertainties or maybes in a sentence maybe lead it more unreliable and uncertain.

Several questions more I’d like to ask my dear fellows in the same boat---do we really need an apology; what kind of apology do we expect and need; and when? What if he and his CNN did as we expected soon after the incident, tomorrow or one year later, or never. Shouldn’t we reflect the two different attitudes towards and behaviors after the World War II from Japan and Germany?

Abuse and threat are not fight at all. So are humiliation and defamation.

I would rather choose what he did rather what he said.

One thing more. I am not against some individuals or medias, but against the twisters or the stories fabricators or lies spreaders. I am not against some western or eastern people, but against the noise of ignorance of, prejudice against and bias on facts and truths.

You could not be too CNN.

In Lakeview Hotel, Hangzhou

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Come on, CNN. Be honest

I wrote the following comment just now and will publish it in shanghai daily tomorrow. Your comments are welcome:-)

"CNN has finally apologized!'' -- the online edition of People's Daily proclaimed today.

Surprised by this news, I read the original English-language letter of "apology'' CNN handed to a local law firm in the United States on May 6.

My conclusion: neither CNN nor Jack Cafferty has apologized, although they play with the words "regret'' and "sorry.''

Here is what Jack Cafferty said about his April 9 "goons and thugs'' defamation of the Chinese people:

"And the one thing I regret is that some Chinese citizens in China and Chinese-Americans in this country felt like maybe I was insulting them. And that was never my intention. And I am sorry for that ...''

This is no apology. This is ambivalence or evasion of responsibility.

No one is so stupid as to believe that the Cafferty's description of the Chinese as "goons and thugs'' was not intentional humiliation and defamation.

Anyone who used "goons and thugs'' to describe a group of people did it with actual malice.

Read the code of ethics of the American Society of Professional Journalists:
1. Show good taste.
2. Avoid stereotyping by race, gender, age, religion, ethnicity, geography, sexual orientation, disability, physical appearance or social status.
3. Admit mistakes quickly.

I do not think anyone who lives in urban areas just as I, could escape the above-mentioned head-aching invisible waste, i.e. unwanted sound, or noise which can damage physiological or psychological health, if accumulated, we might call it noise pollution, which can affect the quality of human lives.

Once I exposed myself to a louder radio in a closed room for several hours inducing my hearing impairment so that I could not listen to anything with an earphone longer than 15 minutes at the normal frequency.

I still remembered my mama complained that my brother opened the sole radio listening to some local programs. Mama likes quiet, which was driven away by brother’s music. If there was some drama, mama liked to enjoy while my brother did not.

You might see that your music heaven might be others’ noise hell.

If you are in mood, a piece of rock music might be agreeable to you. If not, it must be a noise. So same sound differs much to same people at different time or different place or to different people at same time or same place.

Such kinds of complaints are heard every now and then that some urban citizens were sub-healthy, which irritation, annoyance, or discomfort from noise pollution contributed a lot.

The more advanced, the much noise produced. Accept it or change it? It seems some of us accept noise from life slowly and insensibly, for it is an inevitable part of our lives. In fact that is not the whole story. Some have regarded it as a significant public health issue, studying, reducing, and managing noise pollution in different channels.

Schools are built far away from public roads or plazas; trees are planted within senior villa groups; bars are set up near some buildings along express ways; communities are far away from industrial areas or commercial districts; daytime noise standards are different with nighttime one; hospital noise limitations differ from ones in a tractor manufacturing plant.

As far as I know, some legislation is still on the way. We need to improve continuously to match with our improved living standard.

Aside from the noise above, some more unharmonious noise shouted loudly there, some interfering China’s internal affairs, some boycotting the Olympic Games held in China in the name of human rights, some advocating union boycott goods from some companies or some countries, some preaching to behave just like a big nation, some keeping silence before twisters or subreptions, some prating there just as me here……

Besides the noise from my computer and from traffic outside, it seems quiet now, for the running washing machine stopped in this late night.

It is time for me to stop, too.

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A: Why do you call him? Do you sell insurance?

C: No. I’m……

A: Ok. Do you sell housing?

C: No. I’m……

A: What are you surveying?

C: Nothing. I’m just……

A: Oh. You mean you are just telling me you are selling nothing?

C: Oh, come on. I do not mean that.

A: Then what do you mean? You mean I was wrong.

C: No! No right or wrong.

A: No right or wrong? How could you say that?

C: What should I say then?

A: You called me first but you asked this kind of question!

C: Let me see. Why did I call you? Is that Mr. A?

A: Sorry. I do not know who he is.

C: Sorry. Is this 13998765432?

A: No. This is 13923456789.

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SPRING CUSTOMS ---SPRING FESTIVAL IN MY HOMETOWN SERIES (fifteen)

SPRING FESTIVAL IN MY HOMETOWN SERIES (fifteen) ---LIAO GAN GAN

One more important sacrifice which should not be ignored is Liao Gan Gan, i.e. firing yellow-paper-cut. On the 23rd day of the first month, we'd get some yellow papers, sometimes grandma or mama or some otherskilful women in our village cut them into dozens of small people or some other shapes.

It seems every sacrificings similar, first showing our respects to Gods, then to fetches or ghosts. Before dark we prepared some bavins and firewoods. After doing sacrificings to Gods and festches or ghosts, papa should get the paper of God of Kitchen down and fired it to send him back to heaven, then we fired the stuffs in our yard, then we all members should jumped over the fire, that might mean to drive away all whammies including diseases and bad lucks in the past, at present and in the future, and then when all were burned out without flames we'd strike the ashes with a big besom calling wheat or corn or some other names of grain just hoping we could get a good harvest in the new year, say if the sparks are similar to shape of wheat, we'd believe the wheat should grow well.

In the lastest post I mentioned it's not allowed to cut hair in the first month. So most shall have their hair cut on the second day of the second month, the date is called dragon-head-up. In our culture we like dragon very much, so we'd like to compare our boys to dragon. Of course we'd like to call or to be called dragon. That might be the reason that most men choose to cut their hair on the day.

In fact in my hometown, we still have another customs on the day. Other than mama should fry some beans for us to eat, it is time to get ready for planting, so we used some field tools striking in our field to drive shrewmouse away.

2008-2-15 10:14 

Walking, the most delighted and distressed part in life, is the most beautiful gift from the rocking time. My departure from Qingdao to Beijing was also hairtrigger. I was blindly spurred by the far travel then, though walking by the sea with friends, though talking janus-faced with them expressing my reluctance to leave while my heart had been beckoned out of my body onto another world, whose fly could be barred by nothing.

Till now I am still touched by the touching and excited by the exciting. Some friends said that my eyes were totally burnt by the blindfold yearnings. If it is, I think, that must be the extremely fantabulous thing in the world, which upon me, and then I am the luckiest dog all over the world.

In a word, any words are meaningless. I only felt I was totally involved by a tremendous piece of luckiness and joyance, as if being in the world of unbounded sea of flowers, as if dancing on the peaks of waves with silk clothes and bare foot.

I imagined my life in one year, listening to the close horn of vessels at the early night lighted with lamps and enjoying the excessive splendid of the metropolis sinking into the sea of people coming and going, against the spring breeze touching me all over; in one Tuesday night buying a ticket to enjoy the drama <Sword> by Shi Yi Hong in Tianchuan Theatre; joining in a real Kun opera social club with the original flavor; in one afternoon with bunches of elm seeds stretching and gouts of catkins flying into the air watching a drama in the sounds of flutes from the theater and the vessels in the sea, immersing the steps and paces of the players both in the theater and in life.

Or at one weekend night taking one-hour bus to Hangzhou and renting one bicycle idling in the next morning. Being there when springbreak awakes Sushi Bank, when wind blows through the lotuses in the deep yard, when rain of laurel falls upon the ridges fully, when the remnant snow accompanies the broken bridge, like a tree standing at the bank, like a bout rain dropping into the lake, like a blast of wind, a swallow, a block of cloud flying over visitors’boats.

Or on a fog day to a water city or small town, to an ancient fane, to a college to visit, or to nowhere, just to stroll looking the windows along the Huaihai Road, to take melons and fruits at the season, to watch green leaves of yulan blossoms before the windows , or to view a sudden fluster of the city hit by a rush rain. Anyhow, it seems to me that life there is infinitely wonderful. It is indeed an illusion. But it just like a glass of wine, makes me feel good.

I planned to farewell Beijing within one year, experiencing the yearning nice feeling before departure. It is said that the modern had no or less feelings of the ancients have, say missing. It is hardly unbelievable for our moderns to imagine what kind of desolation it is to miss one thousands of kilometers away, not to mention to taste the joyance of canoe passing away thousands of mountains. In the era of one phone demolishing all good moods, I standpatly held my ground and built such self-deceit or self-drunk feeling.

Yesterday I scheduled my tour in 2008. Each weekend and public holiday is fully arranged. One more to Shichahai Sea to watch the willows there, one more to Beihai Sea to boat, one more to Weiminghu Lake to wander, one more to Jingshan Mountain to smell peony, one more to Huguang to enjoy a section of drama, one more to Gongwangfu to listen to singing cicada.

Some more places I have never been in the past six years, to Guanfu to view ancient furniture, to Mumingtang to watch porcelain pieces, to Yandaixiejie Street to take fried rice or wheat rings. Then to Beidaihe River to watch sunrise, to Xi’an  to climb Huashan Mountain, to Wutaishan Mountain, Shanxi to make a wish. In all, it must be a busy while full year.

All determined, life seems clearer. It seems I saw the end. I became philosophical a lot. What should be cared for now seems suddenly unimportant any more. The stress in the past is agreeably accepted now just like the last greeting. Those that were less valued now are recollected and recovered to my life.

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Another friend bought a twenty-three-piece tea set from England through net shop at a fair price with good discount finding 6 pieces broken. When she wrote to the shop telling the fact, she was replied to replace the broken ones very soon without any hesitation. In my understanding upon any claims we should provide at least the evidences to conclude the reasons and finalize the responsibilities. But they did not. They did not think you could claim unreasonable or overclaim. If I were the seller, I might have asked for any possible supports to the description. If I were the buyer and I knew the way the seller dealt with it, I might have overclaimed, say 10 instead of 6 pieces broken.

Last time when I went to airport to pick up one customer, the driver told me to tell lie to the policeman there about my destination to reduce his queuing time when he got back to the lines. The taxi fee is about sixty Chinese Renminbi but he thought the distance was not that far. It was the first time for me to do so. I heard those things several times. One is that one passenger got many complaints from the driver when he promised to do according to the request but told his actual destination. I do not think it is the last one. From then on I choose to take airport shuttle bus if possible trying to avoid taking taxi. I do not mean to criticize any driver. There must be something unreasonable or even wrong there. I could cater to any drivers, but I would not like to do so at the cost of others’ losses and my faith or even credit.

I have not been a almsgiver for a long time to roadside or subway beggars, just for I was cheated or heard someone cheated by one personator.

Am I a little dog? Why? We were taught or influenced to do so.

Have you heard any complaints against the inferior or less or without credit of some people or have you complained? Some might say the credit is the business of the rich, for they realize it is time to set a credit system to ensure their gained wealth. That’s not the case. If you have no credit, how could you be trusted? If your friends or business partners have no credits, how could you dare to deal with your relationships? The sayings go as “people without credit could not stand” and “is it possible for one to have credit if he fails to keep faith.”

My friend exclaimed that it could be rebought if your tea set broken, but what if your credit broken?

What if you were me?

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That is the message I sent to some friends after I went home about 23:30.

A little tired but excited then.

One day cycling more than 4 hours and 40 km, the first time for me to drive so long. Even that morning I could not assure how far I could drive. Even now I could not believe me myself. Life is like mining, just exposing or digging yours to you, maybe coal, maybe gold, maybe nothing. It does matter. You know, waste is nothing but misplaced gold.

All was triggered by one essay named One Year to Farewell Beijing, digested on one of my blog friend and written by a versatile lady, in which she recollected the past memories in Beijing and planned the future in Shanghai, her next stop. Her literary talent, her dreams and her understanding of life spurred me to reflect my past four and half years in Beijing and my future.

Thank the introducer, Buddy and thank the talented writer, XX.

Until 23 o'clock at the Ching Ming Festival eve, or Tomb-sweeping Festival eve, I was acknowledged that there was an activity in Yuyuantan Garden to enjoy the cherry blossoms there. I went there once two years ago. I’d like to watch the dissillient blossoms with different colors in this early spring.

The first time to regard Ching Ming Festival as a public holiday I really got no idea where to go and how to spend the day. Better follow than lead, if you have no idea what to do.

Speaking of Ching Ming Festival, came the beautiful poem by Mr. Du Mu:

Ching Ming

Mizzle in the Ching Ming season,

Passengers on the way seem out of fetches,

When asking where there is a public house,

The vaquero pointed to the far village of apricot blossoms.

When I got up, it was about 7:30. Birds were singing outside of my windows. I found it is a sunny day.

After a simple preparation I carried my small foldable bike downstairs cycling to destination, a place I only know the direction but not the exact location, unlike life which we know the terminal but not the route. Which is better, knowing one of them or both?