May 11, 2008

Happy Mothers' Day

Language world is complicate and intricate, but they share one world. That is 'Mum'. It is really amazing and shocking that at every corner of the world, the world 'Mum' shares the similiar pronunciation. (Mum, Mama (in Chinese), Mami, Mother, Mutter). We could see how great the mother is even just from the linguistic world.

Parental love is the greatest and most selfless love in the world and not any other kind of love could replace it. The older I become, the deeper I could feel how strong and great the parental love is. Our parents would like to do anything they like to help their children. They are willing to live a simple life and give their savings to their children and hope they could have a better life. They always eat the fishtail and tell their children that they do not like fishbelly. They buy anything their children need but are very mean to themselves.....Every detail is filled with the greatest parental love. I enjoyed all of these contendedly and one day, I suddenly read through every minute in my life that how my parents love me, though it has never been said, but I always complained that they were too strict with me.

Suddenly, from one day in my life, the day I suddenly understand the great of parental love, I become more mature and I know I would do anything I could in return.


May 10, 2008

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When I checked my QQ blog today I saw a message from my friend 'Are you playing Hide and Seek with us, like a small cat?'; another friend asked me whether I did not check email for a long time. It seems that I have disappeared for several weeks and only have a few entries complain the strange weather here in UK, and a few vague words about my current unstable mood. I even did not write an entry for the fantastic Paris trip, only leave a few photos in the album.

Some friends came to comfort me very soon when they saw my latest entry. I am always warmed up by their care, their comments, their frequent visit to my pages, making comments or leaving without a word. I want to talk to them but meanwhile do not want them to worry about me. Sometimes when I looked back to my blue days, I just felt I was so stupid to be sad for such trivial things. So when blue days come again, I might just hide under a mask. I remember that one of my friend wrote an entry a few days ago and said that she always lives under a mask and many people do not know the real 'she'; people may not read the grief hiden behind the smile. At that time I knew that it was not only me who will choose to hide behind a mask sometimes.

I am optimistic, happy but emotional. Being emotional is not always a good thing. I used to be very depressed and made my parents and friends worry for me; and later while I have come back to normal they were still concerned about me....for me, most of the time, a blue day slips away easily after a nice sleep or several days calm thinking. Sorry for hiding behind a mask for my friends, maybe it is my way for not making your worry.


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