I am big big girl, in a big big world......

  • Struggle

    2008-06-30 17:24:48

    A man found a cocoon（茧）of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.  

    Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

    The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

    Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

    What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

    Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.

    And we could never fly...

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  • Living Flowers

    2008-06-30 15:39:04

    As the sun rose over the horizon, I went out to enjoy the beauty of the grassland scenery. On the way, I saw a pair of red flowers blooming. They had flat petals and were incredibly full of smiling beauty. Those independent flowers seemed very vibrant. Gazing at the flowers made me think of many things.

    Dew like pearls shone on the grass brightly. Rays of sun offered happiness. I stood and stared at the beautiful flowers for a long time, enjoying the bright, pleasant sunshine. Butterflies and little bees were flying about. Then some naughty children with sticks came. One child swung his stick when he saw the flowers. Many petals fell to the earth, and with them, my heart fell too.

    The next day, beside the road, the red flowers were brighter than the day before. The natural beauty made me gasp. It gave me an understanding of the energy of growing and youth and convinced me it couldn't be destroyed with a heartless stick. I wanted to be like the soul of a flower.

    Then I saw an old woman and child coming along the road. When they reached the flowers the child quickly plucked one. I felt great horror and then heard the old woman say, "What beautiful flowers. Don't pick them." The next day, I couldn't see the flowers anymore. The grass and leaves on the ground were almost dried. I was in a world of great sorrow.

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  • I can’t limit myself to one friendship

    2008-06-30 11:26:33

    These days having a best friend seems so important to girls. You want to be special. However I have learned the hard way that having one best friend is not the way to go. It's so much better to have many great friends.

    As I was coming into Middle School, grade six, I was really excited because my friend Jennifer was going to be in the same Middle School as me! I was convinced that we would be the best buds. At first things were great, she introduced me to her friend Amy and we had lots of fun together. None of the girls from my elementary school were in my classes, but I wasn’t worried. I had Amy and Jennifer, and I could make some new friends. Then things started to change. Jennifer was very controlling: I couldn't make new friends, because if I hung out with different people, she would decide that I was "mad at her and Amy." So I didn't make new friends, and pretty soon being Jennifer's friend was a struggle.

    Jennifer wanted to be the "leader" of our little group. Amy and I were never partners with each other in class projects or gym; it was always, "Who gets the privilege of being Jennifer's partner." It was either Jennifer liked me and she left Amy out or Jennifer liked Amy and she left me out. Amy and I both wanted to be Jennifer's number one. I don't think we ever really thought about how unfair things were. Being Jennifer’s friend became the most important thing in the world.

    I always waited for Jennifer and Amy after classes, so we could walk together to our next class. Amy and Jennifer chatted by Jennifer's desk as Jennifer packed her books up and I waited by the door. Sometimes when they left, they'd walk right past me. No "Thanks for waiting." No "Sorry we took so long." It was as if they couldn't even see me. Yet I still waited after every single class.

    Most of the time we gossiped about people, and I soon realized that nobody was good enough for Jennifer. Jennifer had a list of bad things about everybody, even Amy. And I'm sure she had a list of bad things about me, too. After months of living through school this way, I had really changed. I was moody, depressed, lonely, and I didn't smile much. I spent lots of days trying not to cry, I felt so left out.

    Finally, near the very end of the school year, something snapped. I was so incredibly sick of being treated so poorly. I was sick of having to battle for friendship. I stopped sitting with Jennifer at lunch and I stopped waiting for her after class. It didn't take long: Jennifer quickly announced that I was "mad at her." I said, "I'm not mad, I just think I need to make some more friends," But with Jennifer it's all or nothing. If you didn’t worship her, she was convinced you were mad at her. So boom, just like that, our friendship fell to pieces.

    It was tough at first, but I found a lot of girls that Jennifer had classified as "Moody, Snobby, or Mean" and found they were the sweetest, friendliest people in the world. They all said that they’d thought I was like Jennifer, but now that we had taken the time to get to know each other, that I was nothing like her.

    I'm in Grade 7 now, and I have tons of friends. They support me when I am sad, and I support them. We have fun and happy times together and I love them all to bits. It amazes me how easy our friendship is. There's no struggling to be on top—we're all equal. I smile all the time now and I never feel alone. I have so many friends now, that it doesn't matter to me if two of them walk away or if two of them buy friendship necklaces together. It doesn't hurt my feelings or make me feel alone, because I have so many friends. We're all one big group of friends. Even though Grade 6 was horrible, it taught me a lot. It's better to have ten or 20 awesome friends than just one best friend.

    I wish Jennifer could understand, I still want to be friends with her, but I can't limit myself to one friendship. Maybe one day she'll look back at what happened and she'll change, but even though I lost a friend, I am a happier person.

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  • When The Lamp Is Shattered

    2008-06-27 20:26:54

                               When the lamp is shattered,
    　　                         The light in the dust lies dead;
    　　                     When the cloud is scattered    ,
    　　                           The rainbow's glory is shed;
    　　

      When the lute is broken,
    　　Sweet tones are remembered not;
    　　When the lips have spoken,
    　　Loved accents are soonforgot    .

    　　灯儿碎时，
    　　尘埃中的光消亡。
    　　云儿散时，
    　　美丽彩虹放霓光。
    　

      　琵琶破时，
    　　美妙乐曲被遗忘。
    　　张口说话时，
    　　动听嗓音记不长。
    　　

    As music and splendor
    　　Survive not the lamp and the lute,
    　　The heart's echoes     render
    　　No song when the spirit is mute:--
    　　

    No song but sad dirges,
    　　Like the wind through a ruined cell,
    　　Or the mournful surges
    　　That ring the dead seaman's knell.

    　　像音乐和光华
    　　救不了琵琶和灯一样，
    　　当精神沉默时：--
    　　心灵的回响没了歌唱，
    　　

        只有哀悼的悲伤。
    　　如风吹过断壁残墙，
    　　抑或悲痛的涌浪
    　　将水手的丧钟敲响。


    　　When hearts have once mingled,
    　　Love first leaves the well-built nest;
    　　The weak one is     singled
    　　To endure what it once possessed.
    　　

    O Love! who bewailest
    　　The frailty of all things here,
    　　Why choose you the     frailest
    　　For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
    　　

          当心灵一旦结合，
    　　爱先离开结实的巢。
    　　弱者被挑出
    　　去忍受曾经拥有之物。
    　　

       哦 爱情！有谁哀悼
    　　这里一切的脆弱，
    　　为何挑选你，这个最脆弱者，
    　　为了你的摇篮，你的家，你的棺木？


    　　Its passions will rock thee,
    　　As the storms rock the ravens on high;
    　　Bright reason will mock thee,
    　　Like the sun from a wintry sky.
    　　

          From thy nest every rafter
    　　Will rot, and thine eagle     home
    　　Leave thee naked to laughter,
    　　When leaves fall and cold winds come.
    　　

           如风暴吹动高空的渡鸦，
    　　它的热情会将你动摇。
    　　像冬季天空上的太阳，
    　　    光辉的理智会把你嘲笑。
    　

    　当树叶落，寒风到，
    　　你巢里的椽子都会烂掉，
    　　你鹰之家使你裸体，让人耻笑。

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  • Sweetest wine

    2008-06-25 20:15:29

    It's said that familiarity leads to boredom. I know this to be true because, at one time, even my family became a bore to me. I found my parents too nagging and my sister too childish. But my perspective eventually changed.

    It was during the time when SARS was spreading across the country. One weekend, I went home as usual only to find my house completely silent. My sister, who usually fed her fish around this hour, was leaning against the sofa, looking rather sick.

    "Ting, what happened?" I asked. "Do you feel unwell?"

    "It hurts here," she answered in a very low voice, her hands on her stomach.

    I''d never seen her face so pale. She''d always been energetic, but now, she looked sick. I led her to her bed. I couldn''t help but feel worried.

    While I was deep in thought, She suddenly started saying in a weak voice: "Hot, hot…" My sister stretched out her hand. I touched her and was startled. It was as if she was on fire!

    "No, no fever, no fever…" I murmured to myself when I moved to touch her forehead. Hot again. Now, I was almost sure that she had a high fever.

    I kept asking the question: "Is it just a fever? Or is it…SARS? Should I call anybody?" With fear and anxiety, I called my parents.

    They arrived home 10 minutes later and went straight to my sister''s room. A tense atmosphere descended in the apartment. We were too worried to utter a word. Father and Mother cast a look at each other, saying nothing.

    Before long, my sister was sent to the hospital and I was the only one left in the house. Her favorite teddy bear was sitting on the sofa, wearing a big smile. Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I thought about the worst that could happen to my poor sister.

    Her fish swam peacefully in the glass bowl. In the past, I''d always laughed when she talked about the emotions of her fish and read fairy tales to them. I''d considered her "childish" behavīor naive. But now, I saw something that I''d neglected: her heart, that kind and lovely heart.

    A great sense of regret seized me. It was not my sister who should be laughed at, but me! I closed my eyes and put my palms together to pray for her.

    Time passed, very slowly.

    At 7:10 pm, the telephone rang. I picked up the phone and heard my mother''s voice: "Thank goodness! Nothing serious, it''s just an ordinary fever!"

    I almost jumped. "Thank goodness! Thank goodness!" I murmured to myself, too excited to say anything else.

    It was at this moment that I realized that what we think of as ordinary and even boring things may well be our most precious possessions. They are like jars of wine stored in the cellar. The color of the jars may fade with time, but the wine, far from souring, becomes all the more delicious. I''m grateful that I finally tasted the sweetness of that wine.

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  • Be Happy

    2008-06-11 15:28:21

    Red is for love

    Let you love shine

    Orange is for hope

    Dream you dream

    Yellow is for happiness

    Create in your soul

    Green is for trust

    Trust yourself

    Blue is for truth

    Live you inner truth

    Indigo is for freedom

    Take responsibility for yourself

    Violet is for respect

    Toward everybody you meet

    And so you create your own circle of colors to see a rainbow

    Hear and feel the sounds of each color

    Write your own symphony

     

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