Love Is Like... Love is like a rainbow. Blue, purple, red, orange, and yellow. Only after the storm, Can it be more colorful. Love is like a glass of cocktail. Scented, sweet, strong and other feelings that hard to tell. The fresh fruity aftertaste lasts on your lips, While the loneliness and in your heart melt. (The second stanza is a little bit weird? So you are more than welcome to help me make it better.Thanks! Gracias! Merci! 谢谢！唔该晒！)

I don't even know what I wanna say Haven't written here for centuries! How are ya'll doing? Something upset had happened in my family last month. My families, especially my elder sister, had been through a really tough time. I knew excatly how she felt. I wish I could help more, but all I could do were giving her comfort and support. Thank goodness, things are getting better these days. I seldom see them frown. In those days, my dad stayed rational and kept telling us to be strong. He is always that optimistic. What had happened have happened. Since we can not change the fact, then face the music with a smile. Sometimes, or for most of the time, we do need our guts to help us walk out of the difficult or embarrassing situation. Blah, blah, blah. See? Like I've written on the topic, I don't really know what I was talking about!! But people, life is SO good that we should treasure what we have.

Vacation's Over My winter vacation is finally over. Everything has to be back to normal. Classes, canteen, library and dorm basically make what my college life is like. Maybe not only me, but other students will lead the same life. Every minute, every day, every people are living in the formula that our society has created. Though there are people who try hard to break the rules, they still have to face the reality. And yet, they can do nothing to change it. Sarcastic enough, I am one of them. I'm glad I have figured out what I want to do recently. It's not a big big goal at all, but at least it let me know there's hope in front. It may make me who I am and tell me what kind of life I should be in. The over of the vacation is just another beginning of mine.

What do you think of the Chinese-made words?

I've recently read an article from a website. It says some words made by Chinese netizens are said to be "cool" by several international media. These words are like "gelivable(给力）", "vacation-style treatment (休假式治疗）", "People mountain people sea.(人山人海）", "Chinsumer (中国购物狂）”，and "Naked Phenomen（“裸”现象）”etc. As a Chinese or a Chinese learner, or a foreigner, what do you think about these Chinglish?

Need some help on Walt Whitman's poem, For Him I Sing "FOR him I sing, (As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:) With time and space I him dilate—and fuse the immortal laws, To make himself, by them, the law unto himself. " I don't really get it. Is this poem talking about immortal love? The poet's keens of nature? Or any other things else?

These Days Lasting for 15 days, Spring Festival is finally over today. For me, and maybe for all of us, it's not an end. It's a new step to strive, to seek and to fight. I believe that this year may mean a lot to me. These days, I feel tired. Not only physically, but mentally. Maybe I've gone out a lot, or maybe I've eaten too much during the festival? I don't know. I'm just feeling myself running out of energy. I walk slowly, barely speak and spend twice the time to wash the dishes than I used to do. What's wrong with me?! I once suspected I'd been poisoned. Great. Now my friends will probably say I look really retarded! :-( BTW, my wisdom tooth, which tortured me for almost a year, kills me these days! IT REALLY SUCKS. (How can I express this unbearable feelings in Spanish? Saying it really sucks?)

If you had a time machine...

If you had a time machine, where would you like to go and at which year would you like to be? Experiencing the past or seeing interesting things in the future?

My First Poem Nights . I felt like throwing myself into the whirlpool of nights. Screaming, yelling and crying meant nothing In a place without lights. My heart was still beating, Whilst my body was dried By the fears of mine. How shall I tell you I was terrified, When the bitterness of tears made me blind? Trying to get drunk when the nights fall, But what for? To let my humour flow, or free my sorrow？ Then I chose to be sober, Even though with my weak hope flicker. I shall not drown in the dark, Until I find the eternal spark. This is my first time to write a poem. I know it doesn't look like anything, not a sonnet (of course), not a free verse. I don't know if it is a poem technically speaking. Anyway, it is my first time to wirte this so I know I still have to practice more. I hope you guys can help me correct it or give me more advice! Thanks! :-)

How to kill the boring time?

Right, I'm having my 47 days winter vacation. Jealous? Please don't be. I have nothing to do right now! I mean, yes, I have stuff to do, but kinda not want to. I don't feel like reading any books now. I think I'm just doing nothing except waiting for the Chinese New Year. Do you have suggestions for me to kill my time? I want to hang out with my friends, but they are all busy preparing for the Spring Festival. Ugh, please don't tell me to watch a movie or do some chores. because those are what I've been doing these days.