I've decided to update my blog twice a week. The reason I didn't set this number as three or four is that I feel my personal life preoccupied by repetitions and emptiness too far from being derserve this much written down. One, nevertheless, as the number to define how the passing days shoud be embraced as a treasure during the week, is too small when the life itself can be relatively accepted as a wonder that has its possession of all our growings, withdrawals, puzzles and observations. But if so, how the distance between a wonder and a banality in a real uncontrollable life can be discreetly controlled by a blog writer? The idea of the whole decision proves to be stupid when the lines are being fabricated as an argument.

  But, to concede futher, why am I writing my words here as a blog? Am I presenting my thought that is different from others'? The answer suffers from a slight chance to be YES if I'm still an ambitious and enthusiastic young( I mean, quite young) man who can be intoxicated by showing his tasteful thought to people. But there is no IF, and I've for ages found showing one's thought as the demonstration of a taste is wholly rubbish. Then, Am I releasing my feelings that are different from others? This can never be vulnerably accurate when showing one's indifference is the most effective way as a self protection from the perspectives of both our own and others. In addition but more importantly, it is USELESS to show ones' feelings. Then, what am I doing here for timely blog updating? I guess but this is not for sure, I'm writing here for fun. As has been universally acknowledged, FUN is important for all who as long as still exist.

  As I write to here, I'm reminded as a sparkling miracle or disaster to be more precisely, that one of my important relatives passed away just on this day some years ago. On which year, I can't remember, but it should be my last high school year when puberty came close as an intimate friend. All the rememberence turns ambiguous on its way, with some key accidents or bliss moments left in the shrivelled drift of stream. I was told, we all suffer from relative demise, friend revenge, business collapse, love turn to hatred, those sort of stuff, and we should get to know how to have the more proper confrontation in an indifferent facial expression, or otherwise people will treat you as weak, which is really not good. I feel thankful to have learned it in the earlier years of my adolescence and this is a huge gift that was bestowed by bleeding experiences and beautiful memories.

  C'est la vie, sometimes, I read this in my heart when anything unexpected or too expected comes, and I have this as a motherly consolation, though my mom never accepted but complained and then accepted. I hate complaints and I will tell myself millions of times never to complain about anything, particularly when what you are to complain will inevitably happen beyond anyone's will. Who said this, we should face with our courage what is changable and face with our tolerance what can not be changed. This is good stuff.

我强烈地感到酷热马上要大驾光临了，

他乘坐着热气腾腾的坐骑以不易察觉的速度靠近这个春天。

所以我要开始珍惜这些有风的日子，

开始珍惜已经开始慢慢逝去的凉爽，

还要学着尝试感受出汗是种温暖的幸福。

我要说服自己这个懒洋洋的世界将从睡眠中走进明媚，

阳光将让大街上的微笑变得结实而有力，

很多美好的东西将随着人们除去的外衣而显露出来，

所以我们需要喝一瓶富仕达的淡啤酒来慰劳自己对于这个呼之欲出的世界的渴望，

以及由于渴望而萌生的种种浮想联翩， 别忘了浮想联翩可以让两点一线的距离变得充满情趣，

尽管一向香喷喷的臭豆腐会在强光中让人产生想要呕吐的危险，

但偶然的微风还是会时不时地和你啵一下的，

那将是瞬间的曼妙的幸福。