death

I have been thinking about death for a month and i have thought a lot of things.
When i was five years ago, i got that my parents will die. When i was seven years old, I got i will die. At that time, i don't understand why people can live so happily without worrying about death. This is incredible. I will leave my relatives, i will leave myself.
But after time goes by, I find i didn't always be worry about love but i don't know why. Maybe it's because of the happiness of life. Maybe it's because of being tired of worrying about death. I don't know.
And now i start to think about death again. What i will feel when i am died. No one will tell us. So the only thing for me to do is to guess. I guess and guess, and find death is so terrible. I guess when i die i won't feel anything. I won't feel my parents, my body and my emotion. The most terrible thing is that i won't feel the existence of mine. I don't know i have lived, and i even can't think about if i know i have lived. I can't feel myself. This is I am afraid of now. I try to understand what kind of feeling is that lost the existence of myself and I figure out it. It just like a long sleeping without a dream. I will feel comfortable just like sleeping. I feel good when i think about it.
But in fact, death is not hunt for someone die. It's for someone do not die. Only someone live will feel the pain of death. When i was born, everyone is laughing except me. When i was die, everyone in crying except me. Death is interesting. Maybe it's not time to worry about my death. When my life is gone, i won't feel pain. But when the people's life who i know is gone, what i will feel. When i was gone, what will others feel.

talk against me begind my back

There is something very funny in the story that happen to me, can you find it?
One day, my classmate came into my dormitory and said," Hey man, do you know that stupid girl talked against me behind my back. She is so stupid."
My roommate and I laughed.

take a shower

When I was almost 5 years old, something funny and incredible happened in the bathroom.
At that time, I was taking a shower with my father. In our bathroom, there was a stool for relax. On the other hand, there was also a body wash with press-on opening.

Then I regarded body wash as the stool and sat on it.
"Oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!"
After that, I got out the bath room with pain.
At night, I farted, with soap-bubble and perfume of body wash.

Wheedle Money Back

Tom is my roommate of junior high school and he is a very humourous person who always makes me laugh.
One morning, Tom went to Jason's residence quickly after school. He put a note on Peter's desk. Peter is a roommate of Jason's. Then, Peter came back to the residence, noticed the note, and read it.
"Oh, my dear Peter, I will leave this school today. Something bad happened on my family so I must leave this city. I will miss you."
Peter ran to our residence. Tom was packing his luggage when Peter broke into our residence, and the other roommate didn't say anything.
"What's the matter? Is it true? Are you serious?"

I sighed, shrugged my shoulder, and shooked my head. Another roommate who was called Walton walked out alone. John, he was just standing on the verandah and looking at the sky.
Peter didn't want to ask anymore. He came back and tell this news to his roommate include Jason.
After a while, Tom came to their residence and the other roommates followed him. He said:"My friends, I'm so sorry that I will leave school today, maybe I won't meet you again." Then a little tear came out from his eyes.
Then Peter talk a lot with Tom and embraced him. Then a lot of classmates said goodbye to him. The other roommate of Tom stayed at residence for a second, but went out quickly. Then there was noise outside the residence.
At the end, Tom said to Jason:"Oh, Jason. I will miss you, but you know, I don't have enough money to go back home by taxi. Can you lent me one hundred RMB?"
Jason promised him, and gave one hundred RMB.
Then Tom laughed:"ha ha ha ha! I got money!"and run back to our residence together. And locked the door.
What happened? Yes! we wheedled money back money, but why?
The last day, Tom asked Jason to return money but Jason didn't want to. He said he wanted to buy basketball shoes so that he can't pay for it. He got the roommate of mine angry. We discussed together about how to get the money back and then give a show like that the next day.
There are a lot of things interesting that we didn't imagine before.
When Peter came to our residence, Walton and John stayed outside because they couldn't keep back laughing anymore, but it made the atmosphere sadly on the contrary. And we got out of Jason's residence and made noise's reason is the same with that of John stayed outside's.
The most interesting thing is that a little tear came out from Tom's eyes' . It's because Tom wanted to laugh but he must control it. He tried his best to control it and then, a little tears came out.
After that, Jason didn't say anything because It's his mistake actually, so this thing ended peacefully.

My Mathematics Teacher

I'm afraid of my mathematics teacher at first
He is an old man who looks almost fifty-five years old with a serious face. He is prestigious in my school. During the first semester of his class, I was hit by him almost 5 times. It's a bad dream of my junior high school's life.

I'm good at Math and love it so much. I had confidence in Math at the beginning of junior high school, but he warned me:"Maybe you are proud of planting a flag at the top of a small hill, But this is because you have never been to a tower mountain." I was not convinced by him. I still believed I can do well in Math so I must prove to him that I can also plant a flag on a mountain, on a Himalayan Mountain! I did it, I got #1 in final exam. At the Awards ceremony of Good Student, my teacher awarded the prize to me and said:"Next time, you should plant flag on the moon."
I did't hate him anymore even if he hit me, he shoutted to me, or he criticized me. I couldn't got such power to learn Math without him. I appreciate him so much that I can never forget.
When I got to high school, I missed junior school's life, my teacher, my classmates, my desk, my chair, especially my Mathematics teacher.
One day, I went back to junior school with my classmate after I had been away from junior school one year. I couldn't believe my eyes! He got older so much.just like a 65-years-old man.I felt blue. My mathematic teacher works so hard. His red eyes, his deep wrinkles, his polished white hair broke my heart. The only thing that didn't change was his serious face.I embraced him.Maybe because of meeting him everyday when he taught me, I didn't notice his getting old. Now I have been away from him for one year, so I realize it.
"Why do you work so hard,sir? You looks getting ten years older, just like a man who is sixty-five." I told to the teacher.
He stared at me for a while, and then laughed. "I'm just fifty-five now, boy!"
I swallowed, swallowed the tear getting out into my heart. I found the tear be acidic, I felt my heart is soaking in a lemonade. I felt so sad!
I didn't cry. I laughed. I wanted to prove that I'm perfect, from past to present. How can I cry?
I said good-bye to the teacher and left out school. It's dark outside. I walked on the path to my home. The orange light from the street lamp covered ground. It's eternal and powerful, illuminating the path I walk on, the direction I walk to.

I am photographer

I don't have so much hobby. I think I only like watching animation and photographing. Sometime I think photography is more important than paint.Because photographing is to record the real world,to find the beauty we doesn't notice normally.

Have you noticed the flying sand like wave during the far jump？

Have you noticed the snow on the flag？

Have you noticed the grean plant on the bridge?


There are a lot of beauty we ignored. On the torn, in the corner, under the river， there are lots waiting for us.But painting is to create a untruthfulness world. photographing is to find a true world.
If I find it,I will be very proud of it.Because I make a flash to be forever!

I am son

I have been here for three weeks. As a son of my parents, I an do nothing. They must worry about me right now. Sometime I want to say sorry to them. I always do something wrong and make them worry and disappoint. They spent money on me learning in Canada.
What is son? Only a boy? Or a man always make his parents worried? No, I don't want to be a son like this. Almost all things we have is from our parent, our life, our food, our money, our dream, our everything.But i have never thought out what I do for my parents.
Sometime I think, at Canada,It's impossible to do a lot for my parents, But not nothing. At least, I can live well, learn well to make my parents not worry.I believe I can do it as a son.