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It is a long time

It is a long time,I can't do anything for the blog.

Song And Movie

Beautiful Dreamer
(Words and Music by Stepen Foster)
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!



I heard "Beautiful Dreamer" by Stephen Foster without intention the other day, and remembered a movie, "A River Runs Through It".
They are both so quiet, and the words and feelings from the heart. I have been deeply moved by the tune and story. And they are always on my mind, going round and round and I can't stop it."Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee" and "In my family, there was no clear division between religion and fly fishing" gave me the same experience, and I seemed to hear a voice from Paradise, to go through a period of beautiful life and to see a rainbow arching across the sky. Oh, at this time, I just want to close eyes and feel the sunshine and breeze...

Crisscross :an excerpt from Crisscross

What's I saw,and what's I met?What's I expected,and what's I got?What's I doubted,and what's I believed?...　　
Stop or walk,go or stay.I don't know how many people had passed and how many things had happened on the small area,which I stand on now.Maybe there's a moment,just at that moment I pick up a stone at random and find history and future from the stone.However I don't know who was last one touched it,and who'll be next?
Crisscross is the eternal trick of vicissitudes of the world.

The day comes back with the wind

Yesterday,I waited for a old classmate after work.
We were "diehard followers" from childhood,and he transfered to other city before finishing elementary school.After some ten years,we met again when I was at college.Then parted again,the time is so fast,another some ten years has passed.
He was filled with enthusiasm,I thought so in telephone or after meeting.And he said I still had childhood elegant demeanour,haha,there is no such thing as childhood!I remembered many people and things when we talked about in jest.Those friends are busyness for the living of themselves.Sometimes I want to know their informations very much,sometimes I don't.For the memory always is more beautiful than realism.

Beautiful Weather Beautiful Life

The weather is so nice, blue sky gentle breeze bright sunshine delightful temperature and the most beautiful season--fall, yes, it's so good that makes me crazy.
Yes, in my mind the day is the most perfect day of death, for the flowers so fragrant, the birds so upbeat, the brooks so gurgled, so I think the soul must be gonna get to heaven in such days.
But on the other hand, I don't know why I think so. In fact, I like rainy weather too; even I believe the rainy day is more poetic. But the soul maybe prefers to choice a bright day and it can discern the way to Paradise.
Everyday, when I feel the breath of Nature，I become a bird flying away, far…far away… 

Birds in Woods

we can pass a wonderful time

though we know little each other,
because all of us are growing,
because all of us must affront future...

we have the same feeling and world,
whether lofty or humble,
whether passional or calm.

we breathe samely,listen for the call of heart quietly...

How Quirky Am I

Your Quirk Factor: 69%

You're so quirky, it's hard for you to tell the difference between quirky and normal. No doubt about it, there's little about you that's "normal" or "average."

How Quirky Are You?

Upon The Look

自由天地之斜道

The slope way of freedom under the Sun