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2012-11-13

Cendre — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 21:55:24 GMT

2012-11-13

On my the gloomy day,the heavy rain came unexpectedly. If there was a God, I think he would like me to be brighter and whiter. Yeah, and I don't want to let him down,never ever. I will try and try and try, even if nobody can understand me, even if everybody misundersand me. I believe, one day,I will see many flowers blossoming and dancing around me. I will seize the opportunity to fulfill my dreams,smelling the fresh flowers, feeling the warm heart and being loved.

Remember God is with you.

2012-11-7

Cendre — Wed, 07 Nov 2012 04:15:55 GMT

2012-11-7

I still remember when I first saw the little boy's face through the window, he was standing gloomily in the rain in the cold and wet yard for a while, being unconscious that drops of rain was striking his face. The little 5 to 6-year-old boy, pale and thin, with dark eyes, was staring into the sky. His cheeks seemed sunken and his eyes were lost. Approximately fifteen minutes later, he somehow suddenly slipped away and disappeared into the rain. Months went by. The face never reappeared in my grandma’s yard.Somehow I miss him so much even though I had never seen him and we did not have even one conversation....(PS:Hello,I am very glad to share my story with you and talk with you.I major in English and French, so you may leave me message in English and French. Welcome to leave your comments here for better communication with me. I will reply you soon.Sincerely.Thanks a lot~ )

2012-11-1

Cendre — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 04:14:09 GMT

2012-11-1

Today, I was miserably hurt while peeling an apple with sharp knife. I really wonder why the knife was blunt while peeling the apples, but became fiercely while killing my fingers. The blood did not make a river, but at least it became a stream very soon. It was mainly because my unskillful ability it became a stream. It was mainly because I was careless in cutting an apple with a stupid knife. Without my knowing it, the blade had a tender kiss with my thumb. All at once, the blood welled up. My thumb was hurt and would be left with a long narrow wound. I hastened to look for the plaster band while the blood fell drop by drop on the table and on the ground. The band aid was put around my thumb, yet there was no sign of it being any better. The band was soon wet through, with the blood streaming along the finger to the back of the hand and the palm. It seems the wound must be deep. Napkins won’t help to stop the bleeding. My heart sank. Then I rushed to the washing room to clean the cursed blood. In a minute it turned red again. It was the end of the world. An awful idea flashed through my mind. Luckily, My roommates came back and saw this mildly funny scene. She scolded me “Just watch what you are doing! What the hell you didn’t shock to death. That’s a mercy!” I will not forget that day my roommate helped me tighten the band aid around my thumb and, with a rubber band, they put three rings on the top of my blood vessel, making sure that it was tight. At last, they succeeded in stopping the blood from bleeding. Thanks to her, my eyes were brimming with tears this afternoon.

Maybe because I am just a freshman here,I feel this website seems quieter,and I am thinking about whether I should continue to my update in this website. Finally, Mr,Learner,Thanks for telling me to find the notification as well as my mails in the Home page. I wish I had your brains, but I'm too stupid.O(∩_∩)O~

2012-10-31

Cendre — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 03:10:56 GMT

2012-10-31

Today, in Interpreting and Translating class, professor Ruan said, Chinese poems are untranslatable. But why? I was puzzled. Whether it is too difficult to be translated in English or there is something in it truly untranslatable?

I tried to translate one, although I don't know if it could 100% express the whole meaning well of the original poem.

Target Text:

Dawning of spring

I slumbered and woke up at the drowsy dawn of spring, not knowing morning was coming until the chirping of singing birds is heard there and here. After whole night of strong wind and showers, I suddenly figure out the birds were crying for all the dropped flowers on the ground.

Autumn is bewitching. It is a bright harvest season in my mind. Many white clouds in the blue sky look like sail boats. Wind is like a naughty boy. It goes across the tree. It makes all the leaves shaking and quivering and quaking. It is also like a raider because it robs trees of their gold and laughs when it's conquered and won. You describe many words you've found as hard to translate, but then you do translate them all into English.

Source Text: 春晓

春眠不觉晓，

处处闻啼鸟。

夜来风雨声，

花落知多少。

I have no idea how do you understand this poem through my translation? What could you image or think about? If you can, give me some feedback and share your thinking with me, OK? Thank you~

2012-10-30

Cendre — Mon, 29 Oct 2012 09:21:45 GMT

2012-10-30

After having seven hours’ good time for Karaoke at BBfly of coastal city, I came back to dormitory at approximately 8 o’clock. It was rainy and dark, but somehow, I like this kind of weather so much. Rain fell on the trees and dripped steadily from the leaves. Rain spattered against my light purple umbrella, playing a happy rhythm. When I was out of my dormitory and was to open the door with my key, I suddenly stopped because heard a hard broken-hearted crying inside. At the same time, I recognize it was my roommate’s voice, Fang. Actually, at the beginning I had no idea what happened and what should I do then. After 3 minutes thought, I got up the courage to knock the door 4 times to tell her someone is to coming in, then I opened the door and moved indoors quietly so as not to interrupt and offend her. In sorrow she sank to the ground and closed her eyes with her mobile phone in hand, sobbing and then crying hard again. I don’t know what should I say, but I felt it necessary to comfort her right now. So I asked cautiously, heading her off,” Are you all right?” Lifting her head and looking up slowly, she shouted at me and her soft gentle voice became fiercely “Let me alone. It’s none of your business.” Tears ran down her cheeks and her eyes were red from crying. So I keep silent. What ails her! But how can I take no notice of my roommate? I put a DOVE chocolate on her table because my mum told me that eating chocolate can make us happy. It was a little serve I threw in. I hope she would be better soon although I still didn’t know what happened to her. This will be a night I cannot forget. The first time I saw Fang grunted with desolation, throwing herself down in an agony of pain and sorrow. Great sobs racked her body. My dear Fang, what made you sound so down-hearted?

A monologue of a poor doggy 2012-10-29

Cendre — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 19:24:44 GMT

A monologue of a poor doggy 2012-10-29

My name is Wolf for I have a talented owner who is always on the prowl for new and unusual names for her pets. I’m a good doggy at home. And you might think I lead a happy life every day, right? Wrong! I am going to tell you why.
    First of all, I am bored, bored, and bored. Have you ever thought what may a dog do all day? The answer is nothing. Nothing at all! My owner is busy in her studying all the time. You know, she has to be away from home all day, going to school and doing her part-time jobs. After returning home, she still needs to finish her homework and then she immerses in her digital world, accustomed to instant messaging, surfing the internet, listening to music and watching television simultaneously, even never once turning her head and glancing at her little poor doggy. So what am I supposed to do? Sure. I can watch the house or apartment. It’s as easy as watching the paint dries or the grass grows. But that’s so boring, isn’t it. So every time when my owner come back, I get so excited,barking, jumping and running around as if I am very happy. But she will never know it is because I was so bored all day. If I am lucky, she would take me for a walk after supper.
    The second thing I have to mention is the food. I eat the same food, meal after meal, day after day, week after week and month after month. SOS! Who can hear my screaming and yelling in mind, "Help, help me!" My dear owner, would you like to eat the same thing day by day? Of course not. So why do you think your little darling doggy will like it? I don't want to eat dogfood anymore. I hate it.
    Another thing - television. I wonder why my owner could watch such stupid programs, hour after hour and night after night. Are there any programs for dogs on television? No, not a single one. So what can I do? What else can I do but napping? So I sleep. I’m not lazy. I am bored.

2012-10-28

Cendre — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 04:12:55 GMT

2012-10-28

It is 19:04p.m..Due to the time differences, I find it difficult to communicate with those who are in other distant countries.The feeling that we are living in permanent jet lag gets stronger on line.

Here's a piece of interesting story I found in the Internet in the day. And I translate it in English and share with you all.

Fish said: I never close my eyes just to see you every day.

The water said that every day I was always on the run,streaming across mountains ceaselessly just want to stay by your side.

Pan said: Damn it!Why you still have so many utter nonsense talks while being cooked whole.

Last but not least, I wonder how many times are you check your mail box?

2012-10-27

Cendre — Fri, 26 Oct 2012 16:30:38 GMT

2012-10-27

Thanks :）