“You must be crazy, ”, said my classmate, “You spend so much time eating snack while leaving your homework undone, which is due at 12:00 tonight!”.

Yes, I’m crazy. I ran back home two days before the project of software engineering practice should be hand in. I spent a whole day playing games before I took the DB2 700 test. And I didn’t even go to our lab while all the other people are striving for the APIS project…

But what makes difference if I didn’t do that? I work hard in my campus and find a good job and earn a lot of money and live a luxurious life. And what’s the next? Is it able to change the fact that I spent just 1 month with my parents? And the fact that my grandpa didn’t even catch a sight of me when he passed away? And that I disappoint all my old friends just because I have no time to say hello to them?

People nowadays care too much about their work and achievements. There is no “spare time” for them to do other things, even for the children.

I’m crazy, because it seems that I choose the opposite direction to the others. I choose to enjoy myself without thinking of the heavy study load. But I like crazy, which gives me the true meaning of life.

Not updating my space for a long time again.

Tristi said that she would leave her footprints every day in her space. She eats her own words, obviously, and so do I.

I wanna persist in it, but I really can’t. There is so many things I have to worry about. I keep doing my work without any time too write down something. And when I have, I’m too tired to keep my eyes staring at the screen.

I went back home last weekend, staying two days with my parents, grandma, and my lovely niece. That’s the happiest days I’ve spent in this month. I enjoyed the ephemeral but treasurable blessedness with my family and thrown all my study and work away, without thinking of the homework which must be handed in before Saturday.

I was astonished when I opened Bonney’s space. She added all the archives she wrote offline these days. And I was thinking that she’s as lazy as me when I open it yesterday!

Ok, no more. There’s a exam tomorrow. And may myself succeed.

This is the second day in Beijing.

We even didn't have a chance to go out,  with no chance to have a glance at the wonderful places. There are still too much work we need to do, with our dream.

We will fight for our glory this afternoon, and it will be the one-month-commemoration of my granpa three days later. So, bless my granpa and hope for the blessing of him.

We've been invited to the final of Imagine Cup China, top 7 of China.

Thinking about the days we gave up all the courses and fought our way to implement the project, I was grantified by our achievements. That's really a rough decesion -- to implement our imagination in only three weeks. That means we should give up all our courses and other activities, I don't wanna give up my project, but I don't wanna give my study,too. If we choose our project, The possible failure of the project will also declare the failure of our study. That's what my grandpa do not want to see.

But now, We did it! And we are gonna fight for the first place in Beking,June 10th.

We have no way knowing what lays ahead for us in the future. All we can do is, use the information at hand to make the best decision possible.

It has been one week since my grandpa passed away.

Gandpa went away, without anthing to leave, and without anything to bring with.

I searched my computer several times, but cannot find any vedio or audio of Grandpa, just photos. I keep thinking of my grandpa these days. Because I am scared, scared that I will forget Grandpa, scared that I will forget his voice, scared that I can't do anything to commemorate him. Everything changes, but I don't wanna see the changes of the place of Grandpa in my heart.

 Happy life in Heaven, Grandpa.

Just Like Heaven

              For my grandpa  

The same title.

I have never expected to use it again, but maybe it is the best commemoration for my grandpa, my only grandpa who went to the heaven on May 13, 2006.

Grandpa has gone, so quietly, without any words to us. He was healthy, strong, and always smiling, even the day before he went away. He broke his leg three months ago, but he recovered soon. He could walk without crutch when I went back home on April 30, but he had no chance to walk out and have a look at the wonderful world…

Grandpa loves me so much, and he is always the first person who calls me when I go back to school from home. He kept all my school report cards, and show them to me every time I went back home. But God brought him away so hastily, when grandpa was expecting my card for this term…

I wonder whether the heaven really exists. But my grandpa, I believe, must have gone to the most beautiful world, just like heaven.

…

There is a lute tree in my garden. Every time I go back home from school, It’s not the time to eat lute, either too early or too late. This time I went home at the appropriate time, but the taste was not the taste I expected…

 

Just Like Heaven, the name of a film produced by DREAMWORKS.

I'm so pleasantly surprised to find a film which can touch my string so deeply.

A lonely landscape architect (David Abbott) falls for the spirit of beautiful woman (Elizabeth Masterson), just like heaven, like the dream.

What touched my heart is not the love between them, though, but the more profound meaning behind their love.

What are we living for? This is a old but ever-presented question. For work? Elizabeth is such a woman. All the thing she cares is her work, without any entertainment, even love. After  she had a crash, her spirit came out from her body, and met her love - David.

When you drop your work and care more about your family and friends, you may gain more.

My lovely wallet was lost last week...

This is the second time I lost my wallet...

 

 

 

 

Everyone failed a lot of times, Although you may not remember.

You got down when you firstly learn to walk.

You were almost drowned when the first time you tried to swim.

you kicked nothing when you swung the bat in your first baseball game.

...

Everyone failed, so what are you afraid of?

Failure is just the result, not all the thing you've done.

The thing worths most is the process when you try.

In which you may be happy and learn a lot.

Afraid of failing again?

No, don't be silly,another failure is just another experience.

When you get down to try the next time,

you can be more confident with yourself.

...

So, if you failed 1000 times.

Remember, just try the 1001st. time!

 

 

When I heard this song for the first time,  I was deeply touched by the beautiful cantus. the scene firstly came into my mind is a countryside full with brightness and happiness. But with the time going on, what I perceived is not the happiness, but a bit of sorrow.

How many people know the background? Now I'll tell you about it. It's a true story about  a dying man. When you finish reading this story, you touch touch the true meaning of this song, and will find the true beauty.

There are two young man -- we just call them A and C, and a girl, B. They are classmates in the high school. C is the closest and most trusted friend of A, and they become good friends when very young. Both of them fell in love with the pretty girl B. A was a handsome boy and active in the school, while C was shy and frank. Afrerward A and B fell in love with each other, leaving C alone. C knew their true love and bless them silently.

As time went by, A and B got married. And later they had their baby, and later A went out for work, and later B must keep the whole family, and later C came to help B with her housework frequently, and later...

In course of time, A found the secret. One was the people he loved, and one was his most trusted friend. He was very irritated and he kill them both...

Immediately, he become penitential for his fool behavior, He went to the police and gave himself up. And his was sentenced to death and it will be executed the next Spring.

In the prison, he wrote down this three short poetry to his trusted friend, gerontic father and loved wife,though two of them were not alive any longer.

It's a true story which taken placed in1950's. And the meaning of the original name of the poetry was the dying man .

Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and abc skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friends it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are every where
Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climb were just seasons out of time

Goodbye papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song,wonder how i got along
Goodbye papa it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song were the seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone

Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
and Every time that I was down
You would always come around and get my feet back on the ground

Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Lovely flowers every where
I wish that we could both be there

We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climb were just seasons out of time
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
All I lives We had fun we had seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climb were just seasons out of time