An anventure story told by mlmlxaxa

I have a friend who is the same age of me. We all have to work while we are studying. Because we know each other and always get along with each other friendly, we sometimes exchange our private information about works in any locations. She is a kind of girl who looks very gentle as well as quiet. When she smiles there are a pair of dimples in her bright clean face, when I am staring at her, I think of it the greatest reward of god for me.

" I am working in a big hotel in recent days," she said excitedly to me, "Would you like to come and have a look at where I am working?"

" Sure! That's fine!" I responded nicely.

Then we arrived at the luxury hotel, it was a five star one, with several floors to attend. She guided me to visit every floor. There were a lot of people sitting around lots of big round tables, looking at us when we arrived, at that time my friend invariably marched in the pace of light, greeted the fellow visitors as their most intimate female companion. I admire her skillful communication competency, everyone love her as the most dazzling star. I never thought of her more beautiful than me, although now she's more popular than me. I don't feel jealous for I am too self-contained that I disdain to flatter to those vulgar customers.

" Are you satisfied with the working conditions here?Would you like to work now?" My friend asked me after she has dealt with some customers who are difficult to serve.

" Er.... let me consider it for a while.... I may decide when I finally visit your boss." I answered when I suddenly awake from my ponder.

" He's coming now! Look!" I looked towards the direction she pointed to. What a mid aged man he is! He's huge, strong, and from my point of view, for not very comfortable to me, I personally regard him as the kind who were sly and cruel. At that time I still think of my judgement subjective, however later I found it very correct.

The boss treated me politely, neither ignoring nor warmly. Maybe because of my suspicious eye expression and my keeping silent about working aspiration.

“ In these years I have set up a few hotels, all of them are very beautiful ones." He showed off himself to me, actually to all those customers surrounded him, " One of the most special one has just set up in this week."

" Where is it?" One of the client asked.

" You can never find it if I don't show it to you." The boss answered haughtily, " It is a giant submarine, and it can move in the sea bed."

"Wow! How wonderful it is!" Ladies cried surprisingly. The resplendent hotel in gold and jade green glowed the vigor again. Almost everyone were eager to have a look and stay in that mystery hotel for a few days. The wasteful steam ascended into the air unceasingly.

After our short discussion, my friend pulled the arm of that boss and walked away leisurely, only remained me a smile, and the smile was the only smile in this hotel which I can only see in her face in our normal lives. She can pretend to be a real waitress in front of so many customers as well as turn back to a pure female student when she was with me. Although now I suddenly thought of myself so far away from her, so far away......

I absolutely don't like the boss, therefore I refused to work in that hotel. My friend didn't show her anger. I told her, " He's such a vulgar old man, why do you pretend to be appreciate him so much?"

She said:"For he is my boss."

I said ," Only for this? You can also try to be close to your manager as well! At least he looks better than your boss, and he manages you directly, it is more profitable to approach him."

She considered for a while and answered," I haven't much money with me right now, and no matter doing full-time work or part-time work, the earnings will not be enough for me and my family. I have to find a rich man and marry him, and then I will not have to be worried about so many things."

"Are you crazy! You will ruin your happiness!" I said.

"No! You don't know my boss very much, he is a very kind person, and he is only not young any more, but I like men who looks mature." She answered firmly,"Don't compiling any bad words about my boss any more, let's talk about the great banquet a few days later on that submarine. I intensely invite you to come with me, and we can attend the masked ball in the first floor of the submarine. Otherwise, I won' t forgive you for your bad words blaspheming my future husband."

Then she smiled again, the smile is still so innocent and bright and clean. However my heart has been broken, for I may never see this kind of smile again very soon.

I forgot how did I step onto that submarine, for so many people rushing onto it like the same as me. I have already worn the most beautiful dress of mine, and come with one of my aunt. I don't like her very much, for she never say anything makes me feel comfortable, and often taunt me. So I always keep distance with her. This time only she and me are interested in the submarine hotel, other people such as my parents and my aunt's sons don't bother going so far away to the seaside.

When we entered the main floor of the submarine, we can see the most amazing landscape around our side. Numerous kinds of food, shining lights in the ceiling, and the most amazing thing is that the walls were made of double-decked glasses. Between them there are flames dancing in the slits. The scene serving as contrast made the huge ball room particularly enchanting. My aunt loved this kind of scene very much. She ate a lot of sweet cakes and danced excitingly in the ball room with a lot of dandies.

I sat dispiritedly in the corner of the room, drinking a cup of Brandy, not interested in any activities hold in the ball. Maybe that's my nature. However, I didn't see the figure of my friend and her boss, maybe they were together right now, maybe not. Moreover, I have never visited the second floor and the third floor of the submarine, therefore there were plenty of reasons for me to walk around disorderly.

I walked downstairs secretly without anyone's permission. That's what I want. In the second floor I found there are plenty of white cabins lied in one row, around 250 meters or 300 meters long. I tried to open one of them at the middle of the cabin. Then I walked in and to my astonishment, around 50 female servants were making beds in it, and the manager is my friend.

" You shouldn't be here! Without permission no one can come here and have a look until 1 o'clock in the morning. At that time every one can have a cabin and have a sleep here. And between ever cabin there will be automatic walls separating cabins. Therefore you needn't worry about these kinds of things here, go back to the first floor, don't you know the way back? Then I will appoint one of my servant to send you back." Her speaking way is just like the proprietress.

I am quite unhappy, my friend, who I haven't seen for only one week, who hasn't married with the boss, has become a little woman like this! She has really treated the fat boss as her husband! I don't know exactly how many lovers the boss has, but I'm very sure he must have some rude unreasonable lovers who are good at playing schemes, and my dear friend will never be their competitor. At that time she will be awake and realize indeed that I am her real friend and the only person who can be relied on.

But where is the boss? I still can not find him. When I escape from one of the servants that my friend appointed her to monitor me, the intense curiosity obligate me to walk downstairs to the third underground floor. I slowly and quietly walked downstairs and my heart beat fast. It's dim there, I can even not see my own figure in that situation.

Suddenly I heard someone is talking in the far distance. Then the light was suddenly turned on, and I quickly hided into the small space of the stairs, in the darkness of the shadow. Two men were there, one is our boss, the captain of this huge submarine, and another one dressed neatly and immaculately，back to the front of boss. He looked like a politician, one of the most powerful office character among our clients. I guess there are quite a few of them still dancing upstairs happily without considering the dangerous things which will happen quickly to themselves soon.

The atmosphere in the lowest floor is very dangerous, the expression of the boss is cruel and horrible, I have never seen such a kind of expression in my life. I thought of that gentleman will experience a very misfortune in only a few minutes. Even preying for him is not possible, for he has already been in the hand of his enemy.

I suddenly found there hangs a thick rope in front of the poor man, at the end of the rope there's a ferrule, it has already been prepared by the boss, who grasped a long power saw in his hand.

"Would you like to suicide or let me help you?" He asked the gentleman.

The gentleman has already lost his consciousness, and he shouted loudly and began to run.

Two strong men ran out from the darkness of the floor, and caught him easily to the boss like catching a chicken. The boss turned on the power saw and smiled grimly, and on the power saw there shines a cold brightness. " Would you like me to help you? If you want. However it will be painful and it will make the hall very dirty, not easy to clean. Please think about yourself and us, I have to kill you, otherwise you will be the greatest barrier for my great event." The boss said coldly. I have never seen anyone talking with others like that.

" You devil! You will fail in 5 years! My soul will see that in the heaven, but you will bring your ruin and shame upon yourself soon! I choose to suicide. Please drop my corpse out into the sea, and don't dissection it, otherwise I will die with injustice unredressed." He said bitterly.

Then he stand onto the chair and put his head onto that ferrule, then he kicked the chair out. His expression was extremely distorted, I looked at him sympatheticly and tears dropped down immediately, and I found myself out of breath for such a horrible scene.

Actually the whole process is quiet, not very intensely. But it is the most horrible event I have ever seen. A man was imposed to kill himself and without any other people know it. He died secretly.

I am deeply in the motion of sorrow and frightened. Even not be able to stand up. After those two strong men carrying away the body of the gentleman, I have recovered my energy a little bit and try to find the way to escape. I tried to act secretly and don't let the boss know it. I ran in panic onto the stairs of floors while the boss and 2 strong men turned back. I was sure that they have heard the steps, just didn't see my figure, but if I don't keep on running, they will find out me very soon. Therefore I ran to the first floor with all my energy going out, and interfuse into the group of happy people, pretending to dance as others. Those 2 strong men walked around and didn't realize who is the person hiding in the stairs just now in the most mystery floor.

" He will soon kill another group of people, until he find he has killed enough." I thought horribly. " I have to escape from this trap, but I don't know how to do it. I have to have someone to help me and escape with me. But who can do it?" I thought of my friend, she is still in the 2nd floor, but I don't trust her in this event, for she believed in boss too much, and telling her all my true experience will only kill myself. She may tell boss about this. Therefore, I abandoned her in this event, don't want to rescue her, for I thought if she was lucky the boss would love her and don't let anyone harm her. I felt guilty for this kind of consideration, but is it everyone only think of themselves when they meet the danger?

I paid my attention to my aunt, she was still eating happily aside a round table. Fortunately by her side there were no other people there. I walked there and told her the truth by her ear. Her expression turned swiftly and I was happy that she immediately decided to run with me.

I forgot how my aunt carrying me out of the submarine, and we ran to the land of our city. We kept on running and finally achieved home.......

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.