Curse the Big Fat Losers of GFW!

You must be visiting my blog through other means now, and I really appreciate your support to me and my blog.

I've had trouble visiting my own region on Blogspot, i.e. what you can see here, since April. At the beginning, I guesses that it must be the problem of the rubbish network of our campus, and I had complained for my unluckiness of "fail to pick a suitable blog service provider again" until many of my friends report that they cannot visit my blog either. I thought, however, that the service of Google shouldn't be unstable like this and the occasional failures of visiting my blog must be temporary.

It's not until this week that I found my blog become thoroughly impossible to be accessed. Funny enough, I found that I can log onto my blog and add, delete or modify my articles or do whatever a logger-on could do, but even I myself, even after logging in, cannot visit my blog through normal means. I've spent part of every afternoon fighting with this annoying fact, without any improvement.

Today, I tried to turn to Baidu for help and, shockingly enough, found that the sole cause all of these is because the losers of GFW had blocked the access to Blogspot in mainland! I have no interest in the excuse provided by the jerk spokesman of the government, because it will simply make me sick. I'm not here to shout out my dissatisfaction, for it'll contribute nothing to the situation.

The last thing is: I'm sorry to tell you that you probably cannot reply yet. However, you can try, for maybe that's but the problem of mine.

Adultery with Dog

In Qingzhou, there was a certain merchant, who worked far from his home and usually didn't come back home for a year. He fed a white dog in his house, and his wife led the dog to have sex with her, and had got used to it. One day, the merchant was back and was sleeping with his wife. The dog broke in abruptly, jumped onto their bed and bited the merchant to death. Later, his neighbors gradually heard of it, and felt it was unfair, so they reported it to the government. The government sent people to arrest the wife, the wife didn't admit her crime, so they brought her back. When the dog was binded back, they took the wife out. The dog saw the wife, and went directly toward and teared off her clothes as if it were ready for mating. It was by then that the wife ran out of excuse. Two officers were ordered to bring them to the court, one for the human and one for the dog. Someone wanted to watch their intercourse, and collected some money to bribe the officers. So the officers led the two together and compelled them to mate in front of all others. The number of spectator is always larger than a hundred, and the officers made money in this way. Eventually, the human and the dog were both executed by dismembering their bodies. Alas! How large our world is, that whatsoevercould occurs! However, is the wife the only one who have the face of a human but mate with beast?

Mr. Anecdote made his comment below: "Trysting at Pushang was bemocked in the ancient time; and dating at Sangzhong was dispised by people. (Both position are placed for dating of youth in Chinese literature)But the wife cannot endure the agony of staying alone, and have the carnal longing of adultery. The devil lying in their back was the she beast in the house; the quick hound went back to his kennel and become the lover in bed. It swayed its dog tail on the Platform of Cloud and Rain (indicates sex in Chinese literature); and wigwagged its slender waist in the world of romance. The sharp stick in the flesh tube always fell out as he moved his thigh. She accidentally came to the idea of interracial mating, and it's really extraordinary, insane idea. A hound shall bark at adultery, but now it involved in one. It performed cruel murder for envy, make hard to penalized by the law of Underworld. A woman is not a beast, but now she acted as one. She was evil, dirty, lascivious and lustful, make her flesh not worth eaten even by wolves and tigers. Alas! When human involve in adultery and murder, the female shall be executed; as to dog involving in such case, there're no law for it. If human is evil, he would be penalized by being dog in the otherworld, as to dog being evil, the Underworld shall give severest penalty. They shall have flest dismembered and soul inquisited, and I appeal for their being brought to face the judgement in the Underworld!"

The Half-Blood Prince

It was on May 15th of this summer, when I was wandering among the bookshelves of the 10th floor of the library, that I accidentally and surprisingly discovered the Amarican hardback version of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

I'll never forget the good old days of my summer vacation afther I've finished my first yeah in high school. I travelled to my hometown Changchun and stayed with my cousin for about a month. I've already heard of how amazing the Harry Potter series was, I have a friend who was a hardcore Harry Potter fans, and I've even watched the movie of Philosopher's Stone. Though envy or proud or something, however, I resist to read those "trival fairty tales". Hence, when I heard that my uncle had bought my cousin the English version of the first four volumns of the series and these were on their bookshelf, I pretend to act indifferently.

However, curiousity had eventually beaten everything, and I began to read the series, started from Philosopher's Stone. At the beginning, I was quite a bit nervous, for I have hardly ever read a novel without a single Chinese character before. The first chapters turned out to be a little too hard for me, actually, but meanwhile I began to be attracted by the plot line and determined to read on. After finishing the first book, I had been deeply attracted to the fantasticly lovely story, thus cannot help beginning reading the second book, then the third and the fourth. I was eager to read the fifth volumn, but the English version wasn't available then.

One amazing effect that worth-mentioning is this. I spent a whole week on Philosopher's Stone, five days on Chamber of Secret, four days on Prisoner of Azkaban, and only three days of Goblet of Fire! Considering each book is longer than the previous one, it indicates that my speed of reading was increasing at blinding speed during this less-than-3-week period!

It turned out to be astonishingly effective. Since then, I could read whatever material in English at unparrelled speed. I had trained myself to use my sense, rather than vocabulary and grammar, to understand what I was reading, and to take phrases, sentenses, lines, rather than individual words, into my eyes at a time. All these contributes to my legend in the testhall of NMET English.

Looking back on the days two years ago, I can say that my being the best English learner of the whole class, and probably the whole school, is largely due to the days I read Harry Potter series.

After I entered university, I was soon selected into Level-3 class, a class for the top five percent elites in English, but I still dare not say that I'm the best of all time in the College of Physics and Engineering. Then I spent the winter vacation at Changchun, and had an opportunity to read Order of Phoenix. This time, I spent only two days, although this book is even longer than Goblet. After returning to Zhuhai, I began to read English books that are related to academic. The first few books I read are Thomas Calculus and a volumn of Linear Algebra from an unknown author. Through these I taught myself a lot about how to use English to describe maths and physics.

Now I've read several scores of different English books, both in maths and physics. It's by then that I dare say that I've become the best English master in our college. And I have to thank for Harry Potter again, for this.

In fact, I've had a chance to read Half-Blood Prince when I was in Changchun for the English version could be bought by then. However, it was much too expensive and I didn't think it's worthy buying one myself. I planned to read it when I could borrow one, and forget about it for arbitrarity long time if I couldn't.

There, now, I've got it. So I'm reading it. I haven't finished it, but I promise I'll write something about it later.

Tennessee Waltz

Eva Cassidy

I was dancin' with my darlin' to the Tennessee Waltz,

When an old friend I happened to see.

I introduced her to my loved one,

And while they were dancin',

My friend stole my sweetheart from me.

I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz

Now I know just how much I have lost

Yes, I lost my little darlin' the night they were playing

The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.

Nocturne

A crowd of bloodthirsty ants were attracted by rotten meat,
I looked glassy-eyedly at the lonely scenery.
Losing you, love and hate become distinct,
Losing you, what else worth caring about?

When the pigeon no longer indicated peace,
I was finally reminded
That it was condors that were being fed on the square.
With brilliant rhyming, I described the plundered love.

The dark cloud began to roof the night, the shades are unclean.
The echo of funeral flies aloft the park.
The white rose I gave you faded in the pure black surronding.
The crow was abnormally very quiet on the branch.

Silently listen to my black coat
That wanted to warm your increasingly icy memory
And the life you'd come and come through.
Mist filled the air,
In the spacious graveyard,
I'll Love you as always after being aged.

I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.

Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.

I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.

My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.

These wing-broken dragonfly scattered in the forest,
But my eye showed not a bit sympathy.
Losing you, tears are muddily unclear,
Losing you, even my smiles had a shadow.

The wind on the moss-covering roof,
Taunt at my sadness,
As a dry well without water.
With the mournful pretty font,
I described the regretful love.

I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
The music, as the breeze of night,
Sounds brokenheartedly dulcet.

Hands knocked on the keyboard very lightly,
The care I gave was very cautious.
The place you were buried at is called the nether world.

I play Chopin's Nocturne for you
To commemorates love that passed away.
But I concealed my identity for you
To plays the piano below the moonlight.

My telepathy to your heartthrobs
is still so warm and intimity.
I yearned for your ruby lipstick mark.

The Viewpoint on Love of an Oak

Translated by Pony

The day when the girl was born, her parents planted an oak in the middle of yard, and on the oak they carved the girl's name--Si Hua, hoping that their daughter shall grow as healthily as the oak.

Since the girl has learned to walk, she ran and ran around the oak tree. When she's tired, she sat down backing on the oak's body and rest. The girl's name was carved right on the heart of the oak, so the girl named Si Hua was in the oak's heart since the day she was born, and he found that he had fallen in love with her. However, he was but an oak, an oak that could neither walk nor talk. The only thing it could do is to watch the girl, to stretch its limbs as wide as it could and to grew its green leafs more thickly, so as to create a nice shade for the girl, as if nothing else could express its endless love to the girl.

The girl, of course, didn’t know that there was an oak that loved her so much. But, she spent most of her childhood with the oak. Whenever she was sad for something, she would sit under the shade, and spoke on and on to him, looking on the tree as an understanding friend. The oak always swayed its green leaves, showing his response to the girl, or even drop a couple of dews onto the girl sometimes. Then, the girl would say, "Don't cry, dear. See, you cry even before I do."

As the girl became older, she didn't love talking to the oak so much. She always leaned on the oak, imagining how attractive the outside world was, how lovable the outside world was, and she hoped to live in the outside world one day. While the oak thought, could we lean on each other like this for a whole life, I would die without regret.

However, there finally came a day when the girl left the warm, unadorned small home, left the oak loving her deeply, and went to a distant and glory city. She told the oak, she would go to a place far, far away to seek for her dream, and for her lover.

On the day the girl left, the oak cried. Just like human, his teardrops were salty.

The oak no longer had energy to live on. His limbs were not so widespread as before, and his green leaves were no longer thick as before.

One day, a woodpecker who loved the oak stayed on him, and said with concern. Oak, what's wrong with you these days? See, your body is full of worm. It's still summer, but most of your leaves have become yellow. If you go on like this, you would die! Do you understand?

The woodpecker said: What a pity that she doesn't know what you're thinking. It's indeed a great agony to love someone, but cannot tell her about it, I can understand. Well, let's try this: I pick a leave of yours, fly to far to give her that, and perhaps she'll know your heart, and come back to see you."

The oak became so excited, he selected for a long time, and finally chose a leaf whose shape is most similar to that of heart. He handed it to the woodpecker, had her bring it to the girl far away.

The woodpecker flied for a long, long distance, and finally, she reached the city the girl lived in at last. She gave the leaf, held in her beaks for all time, to the girl. When the girl saw it, she simply thought it was so very beautiful, but didn't thought it's from the oak who missed her day and night. She put the leaf into a love fiction she loved best as a bookmark.

When she's back, the woodpecker told everything honestly to the oak she loved. The oak felt extremely happy. Thank you so much, dear woodpecker. Though she could not come back to see me, even not remember me at all, but my leaf is in the book she loves best, and it brings her some happiness, this, itself, is such an enjoyable feeling. I'm so very grateful to you!

And then the oak asked the woodpecker. Please do me another favor, dear friend. I made a necklace with the berry on the ivy hanging on me. Could you help me again by sending it to she that lives faraway?

By then, the woodpecker had been exceptionally exhausted. but as she saw the desiring eyes of the oak, she nodded: If only you can live on happily from now on, I can do whatever you ask me to do."

Again, the woodpecker held the berry necklace, which was too heavy for her, in her beak, and headed to distance. When she gave it to the girl, she was been thoroughly fatigued. But she collected all her remaining energy and flied back to the oak, told him that the girl was so happy to see the berry necklace, and promised to come back one day. Then, she lied on the limb of the oak quietly. She knew that she's going to die, but she was not grief, for she knew she was content to do such drudgeries, for she fell in love with the oak. Though the oak loved her not, though the oak even didn't know there was a woodpecker who loved him, all these were not important, and she would never regret. She thought, if only she can bring happiness to the loved one, even sacrificing her own life is by no means regretful at all.

The oak cried, and cried very sadly, because he knew the woodpecker died for no other than him. He even realized the love of the woodpecker, but he hadn't valued it. He even realized such a principle: should he be a man in the other life, he would not only value the one he loves, but also value the one who loves him.

The girl saw the berry necklace, and finally remembered the oak far away, for she always make suchlike necklace under the oak. However, the girl had married, married a fairly handsome lad, he loved her very much, and the girl felt that she was so happy. The boy asked the girl, Where shall we all live when we have our own kids one day? The girl said that they shall live at the place where she spent her childhood.

Many years later, the girl returned to her homeland with her husband and child, and her heart was no longer so wild. She found the hometown , comparing with the outside world, was after all the most warm and kind place, and she decided to spend the rest of her life living here.

Again, the oak saw the girl. Though the girl was married, and had someone she loved, but, as he saw the girl was happy, the oak felt untold happiness. And, he comprehend the woodpecker who died for him even more.

The oak became more growed, and the girl's child always ran around the tree or whisper to him under his shade, as his mother did years ago. One day he asked, Why is my mother's name carved on your heart?

The oak shook his green leaves and gave a silly smile, he wanted to tell the child a moving love story. However, the child would not hear, because, he's but an oak.

Star Wars Rules!

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