Roses My first roses brought me to my senses. All my furies, I launched them like paper boats in the algaed pond behind my house. First they were pale, then peach and blood red. You could be merciless trimming them back. You could be merciless and I needed that. Emerald green with crimson tips, these were no crowns of thorns. They would not portend nor intimate. But if you fed them they’d branch out: two generations in a single summer. One had a scent of fruit & violet, the other blazed up, a flotilla of lips on the lawn

Back home to spend the new year Today is the main pack,I'm from place of work back home to have the Spring Festival. Tomorrow will be a holiday, we drove back, last night we went out and bought a lot of food to take home.ha-ha.....

First notebook entry: Introducing myself My Family My name is Zhao Jing.There are four people in my family. They are my father, my mother ,my sister and me. My father and mother are farmer.I'm graduate from a usual University. I like reading books and listening music. This is my family. Do you like my family?