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2007/5/26 I'm earning by my handsRecently, u must think I'm crazy, but I really took on a part-time job as an oral English tutor. 800 per month. I'm now keeping it a secret to my parents, 'cuz I don't want to upset them. I'm pretty aware that I'm pushing myself to that breakpoint yer, but I'm just trying. And now as to the proposal of my first month's salary, I've already made up my mind. First I'll buy father a new Victor Racquet, the Challenger 9200 or the Powerwave series. Then a pair of new earphones. A new electronical dictionary whose predecessor was just stolen... Then~secret.
What deserves mentioning is my relationship with my employer is pretty smooth. The boy's grandpa even cooked me a supper after I finished teaching.
I eventually experienced the difficulty of making a living. Not only my throat and my eyes or other body parts can tell, my time table can, too.
So here, I wanna quote the view on my brother's personal page, that's the gratitude for our former generation, our parents, grandparents, and our nation's founders.
-HY week 13This week is extraordinary fantastic! Having thrown away the three exams' burden, life seems to have sped up! Hard for understanding as the DA and LA still remain to be, I could amazingly find no "tailing spies" on my daily work.
LA mid-term turned out to be a disaster. No problem, I hardly care about it any more after a night's sweetness or bitterness. Am I on the way to corruption? 'Simply getting more optimistic', I'd rather comfort, or decieve myself like this.
How's Yuqiong doing over there I don't know. In fact it's still... Loading... Connecting... The temperature jumped drastically over 36 degrees centigrade over there, while it's still muggy and hot here in HF.
I ask you,
Sunshine, where is the brightness?
Morning, where is the daybreak?
Meal, where is the apetite?
Time, where is your appearance?
And energy, where is your dominion?
Tell me Keith, where are you.
Perhaps, I'm just here. I've been changing so gradually that hardly anyone is noticing that, including myself, that I've already changed with respect to so many accumulated subtle configurations. I don't care about ranks and exams as much as before, let alone Guo... scholarship -- just hold a stupid stance as a distant on-looker; I'm more and more into this so-called bourgeois class, say, enjoy movies, novels, survive late mornings and late nights, obsessed with badminton and drawing; I'm aware that I'm beginning onto another road, without clearly knowing if it will depart too much from the original direction.
I've been questioning myself too many senseless questions till now. For now I think it's high time that I accept it. An ironclad fact that I'm no longer the little boy who never felt tired from rummaging about in grandma's medicine boxes, the young activist of natural protection who used to lift a huge bamboo swagger through the street proudly simply for the sake of "collecting tallowtree seed", the loyal passinate adherent of The World of Animals, later the Discovery Channel and National Geography, and the peaceful kid lying in bed absorbed in the world of fictions like Secret Island and Target Constellation.
Different times and different surroundings. I still remain fond of sketching and singing, plusing whistle and harmonica, also guitar and piano. But they are all intersts, simply avocations that won't serve to sustain even my stomach's expenses. Hiking and basking are tinged with slightly dolorous element of memory. A shadow harbour rightly deep enough to drown a person in, which usually start from the moment he sets foot on this risky haven.
So I'll accept what I am from today on. Memories are sweet and easy to get addicted, but I gotta go. A heart-breaking smile or delighting tears colored yellow and tattered on the fringe, they are enjoyable interms of rest and recovery, but never with accordance to a whirling wheel.
Life applies to any condition that's morally right and behaviorally clear. So, even a migrating bird can tell what it truely means. But I cannot. Hopefully it's temporarily, not so far in the future.
Across the oceans Across the seas, Over forests of blackened trees.
Through valleys so still we dare not breathe, To be by your side. Over the shifting desert plains, Across mountains all in flames. Through howling winds and driving rains, To be by your side. Every mile and every year for every one a little tear. I cannot explain this, Dear, I will not even try. Into the night as the stars collide, Across the borders that divide forests of stone standing petrified, To be by your side. Every mile and every year, For every one a single tear. I cannot explain this, Dear, I will not even try. For I know one thing, Love comes on a wing. For tonight I will be by your side. But tomorrow I will fly. From the deepest ocean To the highest peak, Through the frontiers of your sleep. Into the valley where we dare not speak, To be by your side. Across the endless wilderness where all the beasts bow down their heads. Darling I will never rest till I am by your side. Every mile and every year, Time and Distance disappear I cannot explain this. Dear No, I will not even try. For I know one thing, Love comes on a wing and tonight I will be by your side. But tomorrow I will fly away, Love rises with the day and tonight I may be by your side. But tomorrow I will fly, Tomorrow I will fly, Tomorrow I will fly. -HY
2007/5/20 todayIt's insanely a fully occupied day!
Morning, from home to uni. to attend the badminton game. From 0900 to 1145, three fierce games were all to our side!
From 1215 to 1830, campus guide! In total there were a 200-sized big group from Changfeng Second High School and two small group of people under my guidance. Of course the huge group was shared by 4 guides including me
 . By the end of the tour, one of their students even came and asked me to take photos together! So honored...Hurry back. Relay station.
Tonight again I've to go to the center of cosmos physics to guide those tourists who are here for stars' observation.
Finally I got Gladys' short message!
-HY 2007/5/19 revival考完了！over了！
不管了，明早球赛，要振作一下。顺便说一句，宋老师真是个大好人哪！最近一次球技有长进呵，快活ing！成绩还是不容乐观。不管了。
祝大家都好，尤其是怀念五月六号~开心！
明天还有志愿者活动，这次要做曾经心目中光荣的科大“导游”啊哈哈哈哈哈！
-HY 呵！CC生日快乐！ 2007/5/2 let me scrabble down somethingThe reason why I group this blog into "sports" category
The reason why I group this blog into "sports" category...
Well, it's exactly 2 days after the words put down above when now I'm to go on scrabbling so that the essay will read as a completely composed article. Then I'll start the journal of my two-day travel to Tianzhu Mountain, which, indeed impressed me even more than what Mt. Lu did if we narrow the comparison just on the mountains themselves.
Let's go on...
That's because badminton played the hero in the performance of those May Day Festival's forerunning days~
Let me call up the seemingly fresh memories...that'll definitely need some time...
First, the afternoon of Friday, a fierce afternoon of badminton. Just by then, our badminton class finished all the basic skills' teaching tasks, and I myself seemed to have been fascinated by those near-net birds. Therefore I kept practising that on and on, until finally some feeling (sort of self-conceit) overtook my twistering wrist. Our capital's arrival accurately rang the ending bell of our class, after which relatively formal training began to take place.
Sweating. Pulse beating. Wet all over. All of them made up a defectless afternoon -- course not taking into account my pityfully suspended data structure homework.
Two days later, another badminton class, originally intended for a compound reviewing but actually turned out to be free game, really pushed me to a long-missed limitation, both technically and spiritually.
Salted water simply flooded out from inside every little hole on the skin. Uncontrollable trembling right fore-arm and abraviated feet helped to indicate the intensity of that day's working out in the muggy gym. But that's cool! I couldn't help shaking from head to feet the moment I set foot on the outside 'cuz it was raining, or rather, drizzling.
In fact, hadn't it been for the badminton courses, I would have soon given up my major temporary motivation to light up the Philips light bulb every mid-night during that afflicting XXL week. To wear out ur body is probably a preface of pleasure while to overwork ur brain will mostly come out as a tragic red number on the time table. However, that week, I was indeed overwhelmed, which I prefer to admit frankly rather than pretend nothing harmful had been done to myself.
Not so many details can be reminded after so long an interval. Neither am I diligent/persistant enough to carry on that given the fact that I'm almost half-asleep now. Let's speed up and step into the brief introduction of my travel to Tianzhu Mountain.
 -HY
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