The most exciting experience for my April is finding out the shortcuts from the community where I live to the other places such as the gym and the company. That is to make clear the complicate lanes in the communities nearby.

I like walking because it gives me the oppotunities to get closer to the heart of the city.

I will remember forever my feeling when I walk through the different habitats and easily tell the proper path. It seems as if it is my city, like XM.

The day begins in the cafe of the library with a cup of coffee and bread and a book on the table.  You will never know what kind of day it will be, because of the book. It may be significative or just a bewildering emptiness.

Every book is a labyrinth. What matters is our faith.

"I stopped for a moment in my lonely way under the starlight,

and saw spread before me the darkened earth,

surrendering with her arms countless homes

furnished with cradles and beds,

mothers' hearts and evening lamps......"

 

The poem reminds me of my home on the Yundang Lake.

On my way home after I got off the bus and when I went into that district, the lamps on the road were flashing in the darkness.

At that moment, I enjoyed imaging Mum and Dad busy cooking in the kitchen, preparing the dilicious dishes, especially the crab and fish.

I also enjoyed imaging my warm sleep with all kinds of books beside me, especially 故事会.

 

It was at least 9 years ago. We lived there during all my studying in SS.

Although we moved into a big, comfortable apartment after that period, my memory of home doesn't change.

Maybe, I don't like growing up, at all.

 

I learned that "Be kinder than you have to be".

But I still can't control my anger and disappointment.

However, it has nothing to do with anybody else.

It is me who peacefully submit to any request and hope to satisfy everybody.

NOT anymore.

 

Family and friends are of the most importance. And the asumption here is I can differentiate friends from the all the people around me.

What I carefully hope for is I can successfully transform my anger and disappointment into a kind of power.

Bless~

 

补记：此郁闷事与未与任何朋友谈起，也与任何朋友无关，关心我的好友请勿猜测。。。

This topic has been discussed for thousands of times on different bbs:

Is there any book that you read or looked over for many times (except the textbooks)?

 

I thought over and found that I seldom read a book for the second time. I even seldom read a book through.

However, Song poetry collection, 花季雨季, 梦里花落知多少(I'm sorry that I can't find the English name) and so on, are on my list.

But, how superficial !!~~ And , most of these reading experiences happened years ago.

The latest one was due to my love for Nanking--I bought a book concerned with Nanking's history and the naming of its places, and I really read it for several times.

 

I once wished to become a learned scholar of literature. It was a brief opinion when I was stiall YOUNG.

Sorry for the death of one dream..

What matters is patience and

 

 

I failed to find out a proper topic for today's practice, though I was trying hard to think it over during that 35 munites' jogging. What I found was I'm in the pink and 35 munites don't satisfy me now-- I barely feel tired.

 

Let me just share some inspiring sentences with you.

 

"I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you."

Absolutely agree~~This is a famous sentense concerning with love. One month ago, LV and I came to a conclusion that the proper man for a woman is the one succeeding in making her love herself more. It is that!

 

"Let the dead past bury the dead!"

It is from a poem and I refreshed myself by repeating it in my mind. Trust no future, forget the failure and unpleasant past. What makes sense is the living present~~

People value music extrinsically or intrinsically.

For people who take it as their career, such as musicians and singers, music is closely related with their living. It requires them listening to, pondering and discussing music all day long. Although it is their work, most of these people value music just on its own sake. They love music and even regard it of most importance.

For amatuer players of different kinds of music instruments, music is like a diversion for their daily life. They have great interest in it and they may also say, "I don't know what my life would be without music!" Like the first type of people, there is also a very strong sense in this type that music affects life largely.

The third type of people is the one who listens to music for relaxation. Music is indispensable to these people but plays a much less important role in their life. Actually, they always use background music when they are reading, chatting with friends or even having a bathing. It is true that they may concentrate on a special song or music movement and end up getting touched.

Whether it be which type, music is a privilege that humans enjoy.

Strolling along the Century Avenue becomes my favouate diversion these days, especially when it has been related with the momery of a friendship.

I'm such a weird person that when I free myself from the trifles now and reflect on my experience, I still always feel it unbelievable that I'm now living in another city far from XM. So when I realise I have such a nice native as my confidant, and she is leading me into a spendid spiritual kingdom, I know I'm satisfied.

 

 

To spend too much time in studies, is sloth.

It is the problem I'm faced. I had been using study as an excuse to avoid handling all kinds of problems.

It is said that the degree of concern on details differenciates human beings from other animals. Animals lack the ability to reason and think with logic, while humans do have this talent. But this results in humans' general neglect of details. This is why people say "Devil lies in details".

 

I should have inferred from the above why I made the mistake in work. However, what I'm thinking of now is: should the detail theory be my reason to settle in Nanking one day, for there are so many history details to chew on in this fantastic city?

 

Sorry for my actuarial career..Hoho

Take time to work, for it's price of success.

For me, the denifition of success seems unclear at all. Getting down to the foundamentals and enjoying every moment in life seem more realistic than persuing success.

 

I have no confidence to possess success. I'm far from it. I get a kick out of imagining success but it is not easy to achieve it.

 

However, take time to give. It's too short a day to be selfish.

The question has been haunting me for more than 5 years, since I started the habit of jogging.

When is the appropriate time for jogging?

 

Before my graduation from XMU, I always went for jogging in the afternoon. The playground of XMU was my favourate place for exercise. The Gymnasium of XM was another place for my conversation with myself-- Yes, I regard jogging as a pleasant oppotunity to reflect and encourage myself!

 

In the summer after my graduation, my family moved to the apartment near the Yundang Lake. For the whole vacation, running and doing other exercises in the morning on the lake was my greatest fun. Watching different kinds of people and dogs, observing the change of the lake in the morning, all these were so amusive that my memory of this period is full of sunshine of that summer. It is a pity that I deleted the former space where all that memory was written down.

 

During my stay in SHUFE, I went for exercise in the evening, about 2~3 hours after supper. The big yard opposite to our apartments did me a great favour by offering a pretty good place for jogging. I took the time for jogging as a "discharge" time-- to relax after the whole day's concentration on actuatial books.

 

One year ago, I started to have my jogging in the gym after work, sometimes in the morning. Actually, I am still obsessed by the question of when is the proper time for jogging. I search on the internet, but all the people who have the same question with my don't get a satisfying answer.

 

While doing this, my past experiences about jogging came into my mind. I found my jogging habit closely related to my other experience in life, happiness, depression, joy and sorrow . It accompanies me from XM to SH, from XMU to SHUFE and then to CLCMG. One day, it will accompany me to US.

It didn't rain on Tomb-sweeping Day this year in Nanjing, when I visited Dr. Sun Yat-sen's Mausoleum. The too fine day and the number of tourists made the trip a little different from my imagination--It should have been more solemn.  However, my respect for Dr. Sun Zhongshan made the trip valuable. If I had the chance to live in Nanking, I would apply for the tour card and go there several times in one year. Chewing on the history details on the stairs leading to the top is really an interesting stuff.

 

The trip to the monument of victims in Nanking Mass Slaughter was so impressive that I always recall the photos and graves of the victims now. I still can't believe that human beings would do that kind of things to their fellows. One of the survivals said, "We should remember the history, not the hatred." Love bears all things. But it will be difficult for me to make friends with Japanese, even he/she is only a person in Modern Japan, not the nation at that time. Nobody can forget the innumerable bones in the graves. So depressive am I when I'm writing this article.

 

I found a book interesting last week, but unfortunately it is written by a  Japanese. I'm reading it again and getting more depressive, because it really is a good book.

 

 

I bought 1 pound of coffee beans from another shop on Taobao, hoping them to help me perform better than those I used up this morning.

The old ones couldn't provide enough crema, though Moka Pot seldom produces much crema.

 

Another problem I'm faced with is that the coffee I make usually shows excessive extraction. The manifestation of this is that there are light yellow foams instead of the red-oil-like liquid flowing out to the upper vessel of the moka pot, together with coffee.

Actually, excessive extraction may have several reasons.

1. the coffee beans are grinded too heavily.

2. the coffee powder is over-heated by the steam, because the water in the lower vessel is not heated in advance.

3. the temperature of the water flowing through the powder is too high, which is mainly caused by the powder container being too close to the lower vessel.

It's easy to handle if my problem is either 1 or 2. If it is 3, I have to find something to put in the powder container, to creat more room between the powder and the lower vessel. This will help to cool the boiled water a little before it begins the wonderful love with coffee powder.