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.

　　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

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.

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…

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.”