Thanks

today is my first time to write the diary in english. thank god, i am so excited that no words can express my feelings precisely. in the days to come, i will post series essay on my life and job, which is ordinary but attractive. be here on time, be happy for a while.
i am a cytopathologist in a local small hospital which is situated in the southwest of zhejiang province. when i took this job several years ago, it couldn’t be said that i liked or not. in a word, just make the ends meet. anyway, my major in the university is forensic which has nothing to do with my current career. everyday, i make a diagnosis under the microscope to judge the lesion is benign or malignant. at first, i was curious about the modality of cells, which is rich and colorful under the microscope. with the passing year, i got used to it and numb , then inevitablly boring. why the god not give me a pleasure and interesting job? it’s so unfair.

Love Our Country

I love my country-China,it was an ancient country with culture of 5,000 years,these days a lot of western medias make the things of injuring the Chinese people which make us angry.Though the economy of our country isn’t stronger than that of U.S.A .,we can’t be bullied and can’t be insulted.We aren’t weak any more,we are stronger than before,their wrong behavior must be criticized by us soon,they will have to pay for this foolish behaviour.
We support our motherland unified forever, but some countries often destroy our country to unify, they are shameless,we must stand out to condemn their mistakes.

As an English fan I admire those people reading English loudly on the playground,do you like recitation?then don’t be afraid ,read out !
Crazy English is very good for our English,especially in the morning.I used to reading something when I get up in the morning,but not loud enough,because I don’t want to disturb my roommates’ sweet dreams,ha ha ^_^ tell you something interesting on the side,one of my roommates is very very crazy about Crazy English,he not only read loudly but also sing loudly,you can hear his voice on the opposite dormitories,whenever at this time I always said “Mad English ! “with smile.
Although his loud voice will often disturb others,I appreciate his attitude towards study very much,if you love one thing,just do it ,don’t consider too much.

this is my first time to keep a diary in english on line,especialy on enlish blog,at first I will thank moderator or administrator, because of your hard work, let’s have a good place to practise english and make friends , in future I will insist on keep a diary in english , I will actively take part in all kind of the activies that be held by the moderator and administrator , let’s make network station better and better ,becasue this is our home

The furthest distance in the world
　　Is not between life and death

　　But when I stand in front of you

　　Yet you don’t know that

　　I love you

　　The furthest distance in the world

　　Is not when i stand in font of you

　　Yet you can’t see my love

　　But when undoubtedly knowing the love from both

　　Yet cannot

　　Be togehter

　　The furthest distance in the world

　　Is not being apart while being in love

　　But when plainly can not resist the yearning

　　Yet pretending

　　You have never been in my heart

　　The furthest distance in the world

　　Is not

　　But using one’s indifferent heart

　　To dig an uncrossable river

　　For the one who loves you

I had the compartment on the train to myself up to Rohana, and then a girl got on. The couple seeing her off were probably her parents, they seemed very anxious about her comfort, and the woman gave the girl detailed instructions as to where to keep her things, when not to lean out of windows, and how to avoid speaking to strangers.

As I had become blind by then, I could not tell what the girl looked like, but I knew she wore slippers from the way they slapped against her heels, and I liked the sound of her voice.

“Are you going all the way to Dehra Dun?” I asked her as the train pulled out of the station.

I must have been sitting in a dark corner, because my voice startled her. She gave a little exclamation, and said, “I didn’t know anyone else was here.”

Well, it often happens that people with good eyesight fail to see what is right in front of them. They have too much to observe, I suppose, whereas those who cannot see take in what registers most telling on their remaining senses.

“I didn’t see you either at first,” I said. “But I heard you come in.” I wondered if I would be able to prevent her from discovering that I couldn’t see. I thought, provided I keep to my seat, it shouldn’t be too difficult.

Put your heart on everything then u won’t feel lousy,nervous or ill-fated.
The rhythm of the life itself for everyone is very slow,however in the mind of some of us it’s very valuable of every second.But we shouldnt’ run after every second’s efficience,for none of us can do that.It’s hard to come by.When we save our time on purpose at every moment,we may lose more.
So stop thinking and put yourself in the real life which is a real world that actually exist beyond your mind.
Just do what u shouldIn despite of much or less work.Don’t try to escape from ur work or u may feel even more burden fallen down on ur back.
Try to put some collor in ur life…is what i am doing…

At that moment,life is frail
Only in two minutes,a young life is taken away
All around can do nothing
Listen to the God’s arrangements
The only choice….

But how can the parents accept it?
How can we accept it that a fresh life has gone out of our world?
The sorrowfulness ,the ache from the heart…How much can they bear?

The life has gone…what’s the meaning of talking it again and again everywhere?
Is it a way of entertainment?!
Do u have a heart filled with even a little love?!
Unbelievable totally…

Too many people hold their tongues about things that bother or upset them in their relationship, either because they don’t want to hurt their partner, or because they’re trying to win. (See #1 above; example: “If you don’t know why I’m mad, I’m certainly not going to tell you!”) While this might make things easier in the short term, in the long run it gradually erodes the foundation of the relationship away. Little issues grow into bigger and bigger problems — problems that don’t get fixed because your partner is blissfully unaware, or worse, is totally aware of them but thinks they don’t really bother you. Ultimately, keeping quiet reflects a lack of trust — and, as I said that’s the death of a relationship.

Less than a year after my wife’s funeral I was confronted with the most terrible realities of being a widower with five children.

Notes from school.

Field-trip permission slips, PTA election ballots, Troll Book order forms, sports sign-ups, medical forms and innumerable academic progress reports — an onslaught of paperwork courtesy of the educational bureaucracy.

This “literature” has to be read and signed, or placed at the bottom of the birdcage. Regardless of its destination it must be dealt with on a daily basis.

One day, eight-year-old Rachel was helping me complete five (count ’em, five) emergency treatment forms for school. She would fill in the generic information (name, address, phone number), and I would add the rest (insurance numbers, doctor’s name, date, signature). After signing the forms, I checked them for accuracy. It was then that I noticed on each card, in the slot beside Mother’s Business Phone, Rachel had written “1-800-HEAVEN.”