Hour in the sun

I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.
Henry David Thoreau

When Thoreau wrote that line, he was thinking of the Walden Pond he knew as a boy.

Walking along the memory lane, I cannot help thinking of the basketball gym where I used to have great fun with my lovely friends. We went there when dawn broke, and then we played basketball in the hot sun, always killing the whole morning. Crazy, isn’t it? At that time,basketball,undoubtedly, became a friend of ours, or even a part of my life. Something deserves to belong to one sometime in life. Because of basketball, stupid but crazy guys like us, got together and became best friends than we could ever be in this life.

Time swallows many things: the gym is replaced by factories, and in the dump sleep quietly all parts of the basketball shelves. What matters most is that there will never be the crazy boys fooling around and teasing with basketball. Time flies--now we’re walking on a brand new life journey, separating from each other for our own puzzling future. It keeps reminding me of a saying in American TV series One Tree Hill—people always leave. I should admit that nothing can really accompany you forever in real life. In the end, they have to go no matter how you feel. Just as Emerson said, heartily known, when half gods go, the gods arrive.

Anyway, I will cherish those precious moments at the bottom of my heart. When alone or in a peaceful mind, they will always touch my heart and remind me of the unforgettable scenes. They all are walking on their own life: friendship flourishes in the beautiful memories. I will be very glad to claim that basketball still keeps me company all the time. And I believe he will always be with me and become a lifelong friend seeing me through difficulties and setbacks and witnessing my glorious moments. Playing basketball makes me feel good and learn how to appreciate my life--although I am not with my family all the year. I can treat it as home away from home.

Basketball has become a touchstone of my life against bad things especially when I lean how to protect myself after series of wounds from it. Why do you choose basketball, since you have been hurt because of it, asks my friend. Why? Words fail me. I can only say you cannot help loving a thing without regretting, once it becomes part of you. Just put it in an easy way, I just love this game and I enjoy it!

Yeah, no need for me to add extra explanations or reasons for my love of something. To some degree, basketball represents my young days, or just like a band in which I save my most valuable treasuries.

I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.

Your Heart

My word are from my heart, not from a text book. These words I get, I could never get from a text book or a class, and you could never teach me something that's already in my heart, these words that are in my heart, racing out onto this page, typing as fast as my little hands could go, to try to keep up with the words that r in my heart. It's like how I ride my horse, it's my high, listening to the thoundering of hooves, the rythem of her body when she runs, wind rushing past your ears, the pant of her breath, listening to my heart race, its like we're one, inhale when she inhales, exhale when she exhale, matching her body's rythem, this is my high and this is my heart. You cant go to a class and learn how to talk through your heart, you just have to listen hard enough, and not be afraid to say what your heart is saying. Somebody cant tell you what you hear from your heart, the only person who can is yourself, dont let anyone tell you different. Be good to yourself and your heart, and speak what your heart is saying, and be happy and live life to the fullest.

That is a beautiful dream!~

I want to hand in hand with you in Provence!~

That is a beautiful dream!~

A slice of purple, I like it a lot!!~

Beautiful love!~

Beautiful you!~

Beautiful Purple!!~

Beautiful building and riverlet!!~

Beautiful sunlight moves downwards!!~

Be beautiful purple as before!!~

These beautiful houses!!~

Flowers and plants and house!!~

This is the life that I yearn for!~

Very beautiful very quiet!!~

Act as the young woman!~

Very happy!!~

Clean brook!!~

Small bridge!!~

Pathway!!~

Be fond of this feeling!!~

Be in the seaside!!~

You and me !!~

Provencal fantasy!!~

Hour in the sun

I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.
Henry David Thoreau

When Thoreau wrote that line, he was thinking of the Walden Pond he knew as a boy.

Walking along the memory lane, I cannot help thinking of the basketball gym where I used to have great fun with my lovely friends. We went there when dawn broke, and then we played basketball in the hot sun, always killing the whole morning. Crazy, isn’t it? At that time,basketball,undoubtedly, became a friend of ours, or even a part of my life. Something deserves to belong to one sometime in life. Because of basketball, stupid but crazy guys like us, got together and became best friends than we could ever be in this life.

Time swallows many things: the gym is replaced by factories, and in the dump sleep quietly all parts of the basketball shelves. What matters most is that there will never be the crazy boys fooling around and teasing with basketball. Time flies--now we’re walking on a brand new life journey, separating from each other for our own puzzling future. It keeps reminding me of a saying in American TV series One Tree Hill—people always leave. I should admit that nothing can really accompany you forever in real life. In the end, they have to go no matter how you feel. Just as Emerson said, heartily known, when half gods go, the gods arrive.

Anyway, I will cherish those precious moments at the bottom of my heart. When alone or in a peaceful mind, they will always touch my heart and remind me of the unforgettable scenes. They all are walking on their own life: friendship flourishes in the beautiful memories. I will be very glad to claim that basketball still keeps me company all the time. And I believe he will always be with me and become a lifelong friend seeing me through difficulties and setbacks and witnessing my glorious moments. Playing basketball makes me feel good and learn how to appreciate my life--although I am not with my family all the year. I can treat it as home away from home.

Basketball has become a touchstone of my life against bad things especially when I lean how to protect myself after series of wounds from it. Why do you choose basketball, since you have been hurt because of it, asks my friend. Why? Words fail me. I can only say you cannot help loving a thing without regretting, once it becomes part of you. Just put it in an easy way, I just love this game and I enjoy it!

Yeah, no need for me to add extra explanations or reasons for my love of something. To some degree, basketball represents my young days, or just like a band in which I save my most valuable treasuries.

I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days.

Depenetration

Truth be told insofar I’ve tried

To let this fateful fear devour mine pride

Sinfully it penetrates the heart and the soul

With deceitful pains and truthful lies



Daringly we whisper’d in God’s ear too often,

Of what code mortal lives art written?

Away his words o’er time did fade

As wert ambiguous dreams thou hadst woven



Thy thoughts art like the wind in mine sail

Blew forth empty faces under empty veils

Lost in the deep we art too blind to see

Wherever reason fail’d love shall prevail