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- Shares The Angel Will Always Win
- There are scenes in many cartoons we've watched that an angel and a demon conflict fiercely. Sometimes the angel wins, but the demon never falls easily to weakness. There are angels and demons inside our minds and the conflicts torment ourselves. We don’t always have the spirit to ...
- Shares The Begining of Autumn
- T he temperature in my city is still bloody hot like the height of summer , and it seems too far from the beginning of autumn. I feel as though dying dizzy once the air-con is off! But mother is still strict with me. If I sleep in, ...
- Shares True Love in What You Love
- What is true love in writing, or for most of the people in the things they love? It is that one enjoys the process of doing rather than the result of how good they have done. It is really annoying that you are situated far behind those whom you hardly match in the same field, not t ...
- Shares To Love but not to Pursue
- When I first fell in love with singing, I couldn't help pumping out my full breath and exhausting my entire vigor of emotion, pursuing an ideal state that my impressive voice was able to stick in the mind of every one of my audience. I yearned after such an effect that everyone could be touched by ...
- Shares Meet the Veto of Life
- My friend, who might be a best one, teased me all but seriously that I “have been totally a good-for-nothing”. Since my family, my friends and even my English teacher defied my belief that I can be successful, I’ve almost stopped all that are relative to writing in English. I am a ...
- Shares 人 Humans （周国平）
- 人是唯一能追问自身存在之意义的动物。这是人的伟大之处，也是人的悲壮之处。 A man is the only who can inquire into the being of himself—the being of greatness but severity as well. 在极其无聊的时候，有时我会突然想到造物主的无聊。是的，他一定是在最无聊而实在忍不下去的时候，才 ...
- Shares My Belated Independence
- Once during theNational Day holiday, on a coincidental occasion, I was asked a simplest question "How old are you?"by a distantly related grandma who came from afar as our guest. Out of my habitual sense of humor, I ingeniously made the answer indirect, stating it as "One year older th ...
- Shares The Relapse
- I squatted down at the gate of the hospital,head wrappedtightly by my arms.I was trembling, gasping for breath.Beside me was a package which had just been grabbed from my mother and dropped against the floor with my every nerve strained.I was suffering an unutterable ...
- Shares About MJ
- I have always wished to write something about Michael Jackson, and I even made such a swear when death unexpectedly came upon him. But I never lived up to it until today, in this mood. I just decide to write something plain and simple. Is he black or white? This is a question not o ...
- Shares The Lying-in Woman
- My relative has given birth to a baby. The baby is still protected and can not be admired. The afflictedmother says she is putting every pain on her backbone. She daren't even cough for pain's sake. That is what I seldom know about a lying-in woman. For a lying-in woman, everyth ...
