Ruffian hero

There is a TV soap shown in a few months ago, called "My head and my mission". Many people as well as me were attracted profoundly by the plot and characters in this TV soap. I admit that the soap really has the charm which can let people involved into it inescapably, and the strongest evidence is the dialogs between different main characters. Those dialogs sometimes are full of humor, like the regional farmers' dialects; sometimes contain the philosophy, like the words of the header, " How can you say 'there's no clothes '? I will have the gown with you." ; sometimes being grand and vehement, with the accompaniment of symphony. Moreover, we have recognize the real nature of Chinese soldiers, their complicated characters reflect that they are a group of ruffian heroes.

Talking about "My mission" first. In the soap the writer emphatically described 7 soldiers, everyone has different character, and every character express the personality of people came from different region in China. The writer intentionally depicts characters of different region in his impression. However, all of them has the common character as well. As most of them escape from defect wars in all parts of China, they have many shortcomings: drifting along, bullies the weak and fears the strong, selfish, as well as dirty. They are lucking of life purpose and ignorant, unclothly and confused.

However, in their dirty face full of dusty, their bright eyes were always eager for driving away Japanese attackers and protect their fellow villegers. They treated their allies as their relatives, and they were very faithful to their head, Mr. Long, a very wonderful head. While they were in battlefield, they were flexible as loaches, brave as the real heros, and sacrifice as apologists. On the battle field, you will see the same expression of them, still dirty and dreadful; but the totally different impression, their souls will rises into air and forms the image of war-gods. No matter how many times you want to deny that, and no matter how you despise them at the normal time of their lives, that is still another real aspect of them, the rarely aspect of them. After the battle when they came back to their paltry coutyard, they would turn back to their original appreance, satired each other for their didn't sacrifice in the battle, so superficial as nothing had ever happened on themselves.

These kinds of characters are the characters of Chinese national characteristics. No matter how many weaknesses they have, they still will not miss their way for going forward. They are easy to walk into the small path far from the main way, however they can always walk back to the place they should aleady have gone. They are often laughed at by other neibours as well as rich people, but they will still do something serious and great in order to prove their real capacities as well as pursue the developing speed of world. I was quite moved by this TV soap, for showing me the muti-surface nature of Chinese.

Summer Depression

Be shrouded in the summer depression alone in the darkness,
undulating waves fondle my legs, looked up into star-studded vault heaven,
you hide a smile at your mouth ,
the silhouette blowed by wind is dimly elegant.
Chaotic thoughts catch up with past beautiful mirage,
and let the silver moonlight spray on me,
be most willing to.
This is the drifting season for saying good-bye,
Carrying the gentleness which was forgotten I walk alone to the future,
in summer of depression I lose you.
In the air streaking across the Meteors,
It was the tears of the sky.
Your footprints on the sand are gradually swallowed by time,
I am floating in the endless time, now still feel some sorts of regret.
The door at the end of the waves opens to me,
I was wandering the failure to move toward the mysterious unknown.
I don't know whether it's because of nostalgia or timidity.
summer depression,
it's not possible to avoid the arrival of the season when all things wither,
then I will continue to be sleepy
and then hold wings together,
and then turn to the darkness,
Even if love all the goodliness,
Still damage all of them,
What to believe in order to move on,
Summer cause me sinking into a melancholy meditation.

Forming good character

Every day we brush past many kinds of people, every one of them has a specticular expression, has unique speaking implication, and behave in a particular way. That is how we distinguish them from each other and build up relationship with them according to those kinds of difference. In most of times we neglect why do they have these kinds of distinction. Actually except their nature which was owned when they were borned, much of these characters were formed generally in their earlier lives.

Everyone has experienced different affairs in their histories. Someone's destiny is smooth and peaceful, therefore most of them seem to be simpler than others. Nevertheless, still there's small number of them are shrewd schemers. In my opinion, maybe due to their complicated natures, or because their study intensively from the passing on of older generation.

The life experience of some other kinds of people are quite rough, or even disastrous. Many of them look vicissitudes and full of stratagies inside. Those stratagies may support them to be powerful enough to capture higher social positions and benefits, and they may also lead to the behaviour of halming others to benefit themselves. Dealing with this kind of people, we should learn to be torlerent. We can suppose they may have private difficulty which is not appreciate to be shown to public, therefore forbearance is the moralest way to either protect ourselves and them. However, if they have seriously halm our benefits, entrenching and challenging our self-respect, then we have to beat back to alarm them for extinguishing their aggressive fire.

There are also a kind of people, though not many in this society, who I respect most. In their face we can only see sunshine, through their appreance we can find the heart of an angel, their temperament is fragrant as morning orchid, and their words are graceful music floating in the air. They are innocent as tender infants, like it is the first time they visit the world. But they are never cheated, never enticed by devil in the real world. Open the history books of their lives, to our astonishment, they are scarred as other ones, also have come through joys and sorrows of life. The difference between them and normal people is, they understand why they are unfairly treated,and how to confront calmly the unexpected disaster instead of blaming god and society. After they conquer misfortune, they still live a happy life as nothing has ever happened.

We always prey for our blessedness, if we still have to face doom that fate award us, just enjoy it as the third kind of people. Then our life will almost be a valuable comody, rather than a meaningless tragedy.

Comment on AVATAR

A few days ago a new film has been shown in all cinemas. It's one of another masterpiece of Mr. James Cameron after his "Titanic". Audiences from various ages, no matter teenagers or old people, came to cinemas for this visual feast. They temporarily forgot the real world and immerse into the amazing fairyland to take ventures with main characters. AVATAR, the 3D film, becomes one of the most popular film at the moment. Here I'd like to analyze the main reason why it is so popular.

Firstly, it attracts people by satisfying their fantastic mentality. Because this story happened in another plant, there are numerous kinds of marvelous creatures and advanced scientific technologies through out the whole film. Many examples can prove this, enormous extraterrestrial beasts as well as primitive people; huge floating mushrooms and rocks in the air; shining mosses and shifting of conciousness of human beings into another strange body. The tincture of the whole film is extremely colorful as dreams, and the inconceivable condition is quite magnificent. When people watch this sorts of stuffs, almost everyone's heart is full of envying to this happy fairyland. Through the trench of large movie screen, the producer has created a world which people eagerly wash to own even in their dreams.

In another perspective, the unconstrained fluctuation plot is also fascinating. The story is full of sentiments at the beginning, and then human beings have conflicts with extraterrestrial, and later a part of people from military collide with kind people, and finally kind people help extraterrestrial to recapture their homeland. In my own opinion the plot is quite out of expectation, however still in reason. Although the story happens in another plant, many times between extraterrestrial primitive people, their characters are almost the same as people in earth. Therefore, it is fairly easy to fabricate sympathetic chord with audiences for their various experiences dealing with all kinds of other people around them.

The primary intention of this film makes people awaken to the truth despite it is one of the science fantastic one. Human beings should not always invade others resourcefully, neither can they destruct natural environment without any consideration. Reviewing the first world war and the second world war, it has been proved by countless tragedies that people should love each other rather than endlessly attack others. Only in peace age can people live happily and develop swiftly. War is not the only efficient way to change the order of this complicated world. People can only work out the right way after they calm down.

Finally it's my turn

Finally it happens as I expected.

I have already anticipated that I shall fail one of these four courses this time. At the moment of knowing my result, I feel painful for about 5 minutes, and then leisurely I became peaceful again.

I was so reasonable that even this kind of terrible news will not affect my emotion too much. When I told this bad news to my parents, their sentiments were obviously very agitate, they were worried about my reaction to this misfortune. However I still smiled as usual. Then they brawled for my education fees for the summer course and then criticized me for my using of cash to pay for this subject. I ended the video call with them and imaged their quarrel at home melancholy.

Because I have to study this subject again, my original plan has been completely changed. What's my original plan? Studying language? Or working part-time? Those words are only used to deal with adults who concern about me. I love my literature, TV soup and my online cartoon fishes so much that I always pursue those kinds of things secretly. But now I lost all of them to fetch up my remaining subject failed last semester.

I am still quite astonished for my response towards the bad news. I am not depressed by that, on the contrary, I am encouraged by the scrape and try to improve my current condition. I was too lazy when I am in idle time without other people's intendance. Then only this kind of disaster can stimulate me to extricate myself from erosion. I have finally seen my inverted image through this event, and confess for my guilty. The god must intend to awake me and push me to do something really valuable during my life. I am quite appreciate him for his favoring me frustration, and this should be one of the honor that I am able to experience it. Without this sort of pain, I am still disinclined to pick up my keyboard and type these indebted words.

When I turn the pages of my text book which has been snubbed by me for almost one month, it lied in the corner of my table, full of ashes. I sigh and put it onto my desk, read it again. To my astonishment, I don't feel repel those knowledges, on the contrary, it is like my old friend who has not met me for about 10 years. What kind of situation is it? I am still puzzled about this problem until now. Also, it remains me many memories during last semester, about how I struggled for my living place, how I tried to adjust my emotion during my most difficult time, how my life was gradually stepped into peaceful and normal. For it witness all those periods, every chapter of this book is like the history of my life. Some pages are full of wrinkle, some pages have many underlines, and some pages have the vestige of my tears, all of them arouse my memory which was sealed off for a long time. Now I have lagged behind so much that even myself can not recognize me again. I should have an absolutely new start to achieve my ideal dream of life. I love study, I love language and I also love literature. No one can really persuade me to abandon any of them. In the end, I love my life. The bright future must have waited me somewhere not far away. I will no longer waste my golden period of time, the time as blooming rose, to those meaningless ridiculous affairs.

Farewell, my childish~~ Farewell, my inertia~~

I should protect myself better

Today I find there's someone who like to pretend to be hero, and criticize others seriously with occupying a commanding position. Furthermore, there's also someone sneering at her side. Their objective is me, the girl who is always being alone, whose life experience is faded and fallen, who has violated only a little bit wrong things, who treats self-respect more important than anything, furthermore, who does something wrong which is absolutely not affect their benefit.

To protect my self-respect, I then keep on doing the wrong thing, although I have already known my fault and the consequences of doing it. Until my self-respect is violated more seriously than before, I have recovered my reasonable sense. Many people around me criticized me together, and this instigates the rampant arrogance of that lady, she is in an emotion of being the heroine and is proud of herself.

"It's none of your business!" What I can explain and protect myself is just this sentence.

"It is." She said, and still being arrogant.

I go away immediately, feel myself is treated badly by those people, by their words, attitudes and sneering. My tears gush out immediately when I reach another place, still there are many people surround me and they are chatting with their friends.

It's awful that I haven't carried the handkerchief with me in my pocket. However my tears gush our so quickly, both tears and snots out. I hurriedly cover my lower part of face, and want to go to the toilet to wash my face. At this time I also have some things to be carried. I stand up, do not have the courage for looking around for help.

I try to pick up my stuffs with only one hand. Every time there's something drops to the ground, I had to pick them up again and again.

Every time when I repeat doing this , I eagerly hope someone surrounded me can lead me a hand, or just give me clean paper goods,but no one comes to me.

Finally, I find it is the real aprearance of life.

Finally, I understand that there are many people in this society prefer to pretend to be apologists of justice, rather than become angels offering love. Because the happy feeling of challenging the self-respect of others and conquer them is much better than the pity feeling of sacrifice.themselves.

Next time I should learn to be much smarter, I never pay attention to those kind of people, keep silent and then go away directly. Any argument is useless and ridiculous. A person will only protect herself naturely and never listen to other people's explanation. Both I and that lady are like this in this case. Any criticism only initiate battles between people, if they are not sworn friend knowing each other's characters.