Last Saturday, I went to my friend's house to revise homework for my coming exam. When all the friends came, we started revising.
First, we revised Science. We revised every question and after that, we questioned one another. But we just revised a few chapters so we need to go back and revised at home myself. At about 12.45p.m., we went out to have lunch. Then, we went back to my friend's house to start revising again.
At about 4.30p.m., we went to the park that near my friend's house. We have a lot of fun there. Then, we went back and at about 7.00p.m., my father came and fetched me back home.
I was very happy that day. I hope I can success in my cominjg examination!!!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Something about death...
Someone thinks that death is scary. And honestly, me too. I always wonder that, where will I go after I died. I think nobody know. We will only know after we died. And I really believe that after one died, "it" will come back to his/her home as an invisible spirit. Then, after a certain day, it will go to the heaven or the hell, depend on what kind of person he/she was when he/she was alive. And also, they will born in a new body, a new face and a completely new life. But, this is only "available" for the good ones. These is what I always believe. But I still can't believe that I will forget all the intimate person I had met in my previous life when I come to a new life.
Creating a life is difficult but bringing someone to death is far more easier. I believe, the God leads everyone to this world. And so, when someone dies, the God will lead him/her to heaven/hell. Sometimes it is weird, a minute before his/her death, you talk to him/her. Then, another minute, he/she dies.
I just met her for a few times. She was elder than me a few years old. She was gorgeous. I don't know her actually. She was not in the same class as me. I still remember clearly that, when she transferred to our school on the second term, just a few months ago, a few girls, including me, went to "say hi" to her voluntarily. Then, after a few months, she just died. I really don't know what to say about it. I was really shocked when I got this news. Everybody was discussing it in the school.
All I can say to her is, rest in peace.
Creating a life is difficult but bringing someone to death is far more easier. I believe, the God leads everyone to this world. And so, when someone dies, the God will lead him/her to heaven/hell. Sometimes it is weird, a minute before his/her death, you talk to him/her. Then, another minute, he/she dies.
I just met her for a few times. She was elder than me a few years old. She was gorgeous. I don't know her actually. She was not in the same class as me. I still remember clearly that, when she transferred to our school on the second term, just a few months ago, a few girls, including me, went to "say hi" to her voluntarily. Then, after a few months, she just died. I really don't know what to say about it. I was really shocked when I got this news. Everybody was discussing it in the school.
All I can say to her is, rest in peace.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
夕阳下，父亲越来越小的背影
父亲70岁了，越来越像个小孩子。走路腿抬不起来，脚蹭着地，嚓嚓地响，从屋里听，分不清是他在走路，还是我那8岁的侄儿在走路。有时候饭菜不可口，他就不吃；天凉了，让他加件衣服，得哄好半天；在院子里，父亲边走边吹口哨……全没有一点父亲的威严。
父亲像孩子似地越来越有点“人来疯”。家里来个客人，父亲会故意粗声大嗓地跟母亲说话，还非要和客人争着吃头锅的饺子……他明知道家里有客人，母亲不会和他吵架。客人一走，父亲马上又会低声下气地给母亲赔小心。
每次父亲从外边回来，第一句话都是：你妈呢？如果母亲在家，父亲便不再言�越像个孩子／我和父亲说话／父亲总是一个劲儿地点头／一时领会不出我的意思／便咧开嘴冲我傻笑……有一刻／我突然想给父亲做一回父亲／给他买最好的玩具／天天做好饭好�ang.com/huati/xiangxin/index1.html">相信：我出去逛了一圈了，别人怎么没发现，就你发现了？母亲感到很好笑：别人发现也不好意思告诉你呀，都这么大人了。
家里有一点破铜烂铁、废旧报纸或塑料瓶，父亲都会高高兴兴拿到废品收购站去卖，卖得三元五元，不再上缴母亲，装进自己的腰包，作为公开的“私房钱”，用于自己出去吃饭或购买零食。
父亲以前特别节俭，从不肯到外边吃饭，也不吃任何零食。现在儿成女就，没什么大的开支，他也就大方了，经常到小摊上去吃“豆腐沙锅面”……不放肉，不放虾米、紫菜、海带和豆腐，一碗只要一元五角。父亲喜欢吃板肉夹烧饼。板肉是新疆特有的一种食品做法……把牛肉煮熟了，加上各种作料，压成块状，吃时，用锋利的刀切成薄片，夹在刚出炉的热烧饼里。
有一次父亲很委屈地向我告母亲的状：我每次都夹一块钱的肉，有一次烧饼有点大，我夹了两块钱的肉，你妈就嫌我浪费。我感到好笑极了，这哪是印象中严肃古板、不苟言笑的父亲啊，分明是一个馋嘴的孩子！我从口袋里掏出50块钱给他，让他专门用来买烧饼夹板肉，并刻意叮嘱他：不准告诉母亲。父亲高高兴兴地收下钱出去了。不一会儿，我从厨房经过，听见父亲跟母亲以炫耀的口气说：女儿给我50块钱，让我买板肉夹烧饼，你看，还是女儿疼我！
我心里忽然一阵酸楚……我们越来越大了，父亲越来越小了，那种感觉就像一个叫云亮的诗人写的诗……
父亲老了／站在那里／像一小截地基倾斜的土墙／……父亲对我的态度越来越像个孩子／我和父亲说话／父亲总是一个劲儿地点头／一时领会不出我的意思／便咧开嘴冲我傻笑……有一刻／我突然想给父亲做一回父亲／给他买最好的玩具／天天做好饭好菜叫他吃／供他上学，一直念到国外／如果有人欺负他／我才不管三七二十一／非撸起袖子／揍狗日的一顿不可……
有一天我下班回来，看见父亲正向街口走去，我赶紧走过去叫住他，问他要去干什么，他像一个等到大人回家的孩子，咧着嘴笑，说是在等我，怕我找不着家走丢了。一种深深的感动涌上我的心头，鼻子一酸，泪水模糊了我的眼睛。心想：你接我的方向都反了，自己都要走丢了，还挂念着我，深沉的父爱啊！我扭过脸，不让父亲看见我的泪水，让他带我回家。走着走着我停住了脚步，但父亲毫无查觉，依旧向前走着，夕阳给他的全身镀上了一层金色，看着他越来越小的背景，泪水又一次模糊了我的眼睛。
〈转载自网络文章〉
父亲像孩子似地越来越有点“人来疯”。家里来个客人，父亲会故意粗声大嗓地跟母亲说话，还非要和客人争着吃头锅的饺子……他明知道家里有客人，母亲不会和他吵架。客人一走，父亲马上又会低声下气地给母亲赔小心。
每次父亲从外边回来，第一句话都是：你妈呢？如果母亲在家，父亲便不再言�越像个孩子／我和父亲说话／父亲总是一个劲儿地点头／一时领会不出我的意思／便咧开嘴冲我傻笑……有一刻／我突然想给父亲做一回父亲／给他买最好的玩具／天天做好饭好�ang.com/huati/xiangxin/index1.html">相信：我出去逛了一圈了，别人怎么没发现，就你发现了？母亲感到很好笑：别人发现也不好意思告诉你呀，都这么大人了。
家里有一点破铜烂铁、废旧报纸或塑料瓶，父亲都会高高兴兴拿到废品收购站去卖，卖得三元五元，不再上缴母亲，装进自己的腰包，作为公开的“私房钱”，用于自己出去吃饭或购买零食。
父亲以前特别节俭，从不肯到外边吃饭，也不吃任何零食。现在儿成女就，没什么大的开支，他也就大方了，经常到小摊上去吃“豆腐沙锅面”……不放肉，不放虾米、紫菜、海带和豆腐，一碗只要一元五角。父亲喜欢吃板肉夹烧饼。板肉是新疆特有的一种食品做法……把牛肉煮熟了，加上各种作料，压成块状，吃时，用锋利的刀切成薄片，夹在刚出炉的热烧饼里。
有一次父亲很委屈地向我告母亲的状：我每次都夹一块钱的肉，有一次烧饼有点大，我夹了两块钱的肉，你妈就嫌我浪费。我感到好笑极了，这哪是印象中严肃古板、不苟言笑的父亲啊，分明是一个馋嘴的孩子！我从口袋里掏出50块钱给他，让他专门用来买烧饼夹板肉，并刻意叮嘱他：不准告诉母亲。父亲高高兴兴地收下钱出去了。不一会儿，我从厨房经过，听见父亲跟母亲以炫耀的口气说：女儿给我50块钱，让我买板肉夹烧饼，你看，还是女儿疼我！
我心里忽然一阵酸楚……我们越来越大了，父亲越来越小了，那种感觉就像一个叫云亮的诗人写的诗……
父亲老了／站在那里／像一小截地基倾斜的土墙／……父亲对我的态度越来越像个孩子／我和父亲说话／父亲总是一个劲儿地点头／一时领会不出我的意思／便咧开嘴冲我傻笑……有一刻／我突然想给父亲做一回父亲／给他买最好的玩具／天天做好饭好菜叫他吃／供他上学，一直念到国外／如果有人欺负他／我才不管三七二十一／非撸起袖子／揍狗日的一顿不可……
有一天我下班回来，看见父亲正向街口走去，我赶紧走过去叫住他，问他要去干什么，他像一个等到大人回家的孩子，咧着嘴笑，说是在等我，怕我找不着家走丢了。一种深深的感动涌上我的心头，鼻子一酸，泪水模糊了我的眼睛。心想：你接我的方向都反了，自己都要走丢了，还挂念着我，深沉的父爱啊！我扭过脸，不让父亲看见我的泪水，让他带我回家。走着走着我停住了脚步，但父亲毫无查觉，依旧向前走着，夕阳给他的全身镀上了一层金色，看着他越来越小的背景，泪水又一次模糊了我的眼睛。
〈转载自网络文章〉
Twilight
And I notice that my English has improved a lot after I read
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