The Last Puritant

I stood silently by the window of my bedroom,gazing upon the starry veil of night.
Glenn,It just reminds me of you,and my heart is drifting afar in the air.
Where are you now?What are you doing?AND How do you do?
You said you knew there was a hereafter for us,there was another "you" to continue,there were always shadows of your tone and shines of your smile,history was forfeited and failed sweeping the memory.So seriously,where are you,my Glenn Herbert Gould?

In China,the rumor has it that 10 years devotion makes two shipping together in the hereafter,100years devotion makes two get married in the next life.So when would the day come and we can meet in the continous river of time?Is it during this life or another one,whenver it is,i would wait like a prayer in the pilgrimage,and i would save my dance for you to make you live a happy life----No longer the solitude trilogy,and no longer the last puritan,and no longer the torture of being this Glenn Herbert Gould. Cornelia said you were extremely heterosexual,but i dont care,she lied of course,you didnt marry,or could i say you married to solitude and puritanism,to Bach and Goldberg Variations?Howsoever,You should not belong to her,who if truly confessed,had revealed your secret and betrayed her husband.She doesnt deserve you,and i wish i could outdo her in every sense.If you became a man in the hereafter,i would be a woman to be your wife,taking care of you,making you culminate comfortably during every single sex,cooking the food everyday you return home,raising children into nice human beings;if you became a woman,i would be one of the best men ever to offer you fairy tales in reality,to make you free and secured,to make you beautiful and joyful in the depth of heart;if you became gay,i would be willing to suffer its sickness and hardship,and assure you permanent happiness.You deserve to beloved and treasured,you are worthwhile and exclusive for me,and for ever.

No,its not enough,Glenn,its just not enough.I dont know how to console your straying soul and plaintive backshadow.I know it,i dont deserve that and i can never fulfil my promise,albeit i embark every minute i realize your indispensability,still not sufficient.They say,stop daydreams,its predestined for all.But every time i see your portrait,i start to know how to wait,how to bear the vanity and purity of vacant solitude.
Yes,finally someday would come to end it,end my vague mind and petty heart,and that day,your eyes of reflection touch my dusty soul,and i hug you in tears as if i was again younger than age.

Alas,the starry night is in its dream now,Glenn.
Could you answer me with any signs in sky?I dont know who is watching the stars like me right now?And who recalls you as well as I do in this obscure night?
Glenn Gould,I think i can understand you.Its such a coincidence of the randomicity.
This solitude of night,may you be my testimony,and prove my respect and melting mood.


The night is vanishing into vanity,were you hidden in the dew of the flower,or in the mist of the garden?You all look the same,pure and blue,ardent and devotional to form the beauty of the world.
You are gone,you are never to show up again,you are in the amber of history,but you are everywhere in my eyes.
Farewell,this night of solitude
Farewell,those passionate bygone days
Farewell,the last puritant
Farewell,My Glenn Gould.

LaDolceVita(My Views Upon Happiness and Life)

1.What is happiness?
Happiness is subjective,everyone holds an another view.
Happiness is objective,because its a spiritual culmination based on the biological mechanism and biochemical materials.The more one suffers,the stronger the happiness feeling would be,just like a bottle of cool water drunk in a vast desert,and a comfortable hotel room during the long and exhausting journey;while the more one indulges himself in endless enjoyment,the stronger the pang and languor would be,just like the decadence of petty bourgeoisie,and the weakness and torture of some "happiness-addicted" women.
Ergo,seeking nothing but the happiness would be likely to lead to a Hardy's novel---Always meet the cruelty of reality,and cant stop feeling plaintive and sad.For instance,too much desire and action of mental stimulation would also be a reason that oneday the mind would lose its control and get lost in disorder.And as B.Russel said once,that only those who knows how to be controlled and relaxed,how to bear the boring and monotonous time of positive devotion,how to labour phisically would be live a happy age,therefore,i would make this as the first notice of my life.Like a limited cake,you have to treasure and save so that time wont frustrate you,but may surprise you with benefaction.
Nevertheless,i have my own details of the happy life,for instance:Health,Safety,Independence,Freedom,Harmonious relationship with the world,Awareness of art and sports,fulfillment of motivations.
Firstly,one should be healthy,from the inside heart to the outware body,one should consummate his integrity in character,and pick a fine circumstance to live in;secondly,one should heed the safety,dont take flights too often,and dont touch those dangerous persons and stuffs;also be independent and free,and keep the fitness in the world,with secured feeling and justy sense,both the consciousness and subconsciousness should be clean and refreshed like a pure spring steam flowing in the dale;and one should be aware of art and sports,so that he can be educated enough for a good life,since they all observe the same law,and one should also complete those motivations already produced in his heart.
Yet my dream is still afar off at present,thus my life should continue to be improved and amended in the future.
2.What is the life?
Life is like pottery,its an art of time.It observes the law of itself,which is not wholly discovered by human,but it just works during all the ages.So,you should take care of this art work very carefully,because anything of any age in your life would remains in its body and shapes individually like a pottery gets formed.You do one thing at age 10 or 20,the shape of your life would be different,and thats why tempo and speed is important for music,but musical notes doesnt remain to form a shape,the life will,and the life is not as free as music.But its not necessarily to regret and sigh,the beauty of art is established in the cruelty of time and regulations,like chess,like ballet.You cant learn to play the piano or violin at an considerable elder age,and still claims to be as successful as kissin,albeit the pottery can get reshaped if its a failure shape.So life is life,everyone knows it,and everyone is enclosed in his own shape,ie destiny of his being.But,just as Descartes said"i dont overcome the fate,i overcome myself;I dont wanna change the world,i wanna change my mind"
So is my will.Of course my life is different from the life i dream of,and the liferoad is different too.But I feel its fine,and i wish to live it with my ardent love and sincere heart to discover its unique happiness and brilliance.
3.After the meditation of concepts,i am wearied,so i would like to stop here and have some drink and a walk in the flowery park.

Maybe i am just a person,a person in this endless capitalist world.

The Last Man On Earth

It was during the week of hot sun,that July.

I spent my summer vacation with my grandparents,at their wooden house by the Eastern Beach.

That is a veriest wonderful beach,where the white sand looks like pearl powder,and the palm trees dances and rustles in the salty wind.In the front, the ocean waves beat the seashore and ebb away like a supple massage upon the earth,where dotted crabs and shells were brought up,and its infinite blueness joins the motionless sky overhead,like a blue curtain of a window falls down to hide the beauty behind the soft clounds.
So,at the daytime,sometimes i sailed out the boat with my cousin Akin to fish various aquatics;sometimes i swam and played with the neighbours in the offing water;sometimes i dived to search for the hidden treasure and exquisite stones;while at night,we many kids and adults gathered at the sheashore,gazing upon the starry sky,or walked everywhere in the mysterious haze like an adventure.That was all smoothly well going on those days until one saturday morning....
I decided to dive as usual,but Akin and other boys refused to accompany me,which is a bit weird,though i didnt really notice at that moment.Ergo,i went alone,and a tour under the water was just an eye feast and a huge enjoyment for body.I easily collected some esthetical shells and stones,and then i decided to spring up to go back the bank,when suddenly a huge whirling waves fell upon my head,and i felt my body out of controll like falling asleep,my sight became vague and hazy.....
I didnt know what happened,when i woke up,i found i was lying at the shore,and waves kissed my feet ever and anon.I stood up,feeling lucky that i survived somehow,but immediately i was shocked like a thunder when i found the beach was totally vacant and empty,and i turned my head to the wooden house,there were nobody at all!Just minutes ago,there had been a bunch of travellers and my families,and now this island was,seemingly totally washed clean and unmanned!I stood speechless awhile,lost in the midst of perplexed mind.
Had it been a hurricane?No,everything was in order,and the palm trees was dancing at leisure.
Had it been a joke?No,there was no way they could leave my sight so quickly,since its so flat forwards.And why did they play joke with me,that made no sense.
Had it been a dream?No,my mind was so existent feeling.....
what happend to the end?!I was mad and totally freaking out before i finally made the decision going to check out the shipside.As was expected,the boats swung upon the surface without any sailors and steering men.Now i can pretty be sure that this island was sheerly void like there had never remained any footsteps.
Certainly I was not feared because my mind was still in its surprise and could not work effectively.I sailed back to the mainland---where my hometown located and a lot of people transfering in streams everywhere,in a hurry,and my actions actually seemed very comic,because i didnt really controll my body then.
Gradually,my fear grew,what if the coming place was still an utter blank?What if i was dead and now my soul was realizing the verity eventually?My hands were trembling more and more,i felt i was crying and shouting,but nothing was heard from my mounth. Half an hour later,i arrived extremely smoothly,as if i was naturally a sailor,and the waves were so serene that made me feel scared.I must be dead already!I mused to myself once and again.
The thing was normal now,there were no human beings in my sight....
The familiar sceneries now looked so bizarre out of human,and i just realized how scary the fact was,as a host of birds flied away overhead,would there be any wild animals running into this city and how about those dangerous insects......With such a consciousness,i began my "adventure" in a familiar city.
I first walked into a shop nearby,and clearly i "robbed" it like a rampant wind,and i eat those extremely expensive food without paying any money.This somewhat released my nerves and allayed my worry.I began to enjoy everything best in the city,which i had never thought of a chance to become true.I naked my body when i felt very hot,and i got all colouful clothes into many bags,ready to bring home,and I went to a classy bathroom to clean my body and relax myself in a luxurious manner,I shouted to the sky and nobody watched me as a madness,and I made a masturbation(i am still a moderate person,i dont do this usually) in downtown where i felt so free and excited because i had never done this before in public place,after all i was tired,so i decided to go back to my bedroom,and i knew i had to decide to do something.Because i should figure out the reason,and plan for the future tomorrow,as long as i was still alive in this beautiful blue planet:earth.

Two Letters To My Geroge,Sophie,and Paul

Letter1.

Dear George,Sophie and Paul,

How are you guys doing there,mateys?I know it must be quite disparate,but will you still recall me?Yes,me,De Vladimir,your best best friend. Now I really miss you and i dont know if its appropriate to write this,but i just cannot take this loneliness any more. During the days of your departure,i wept and prayed every morning and night.I can even feel that extreme agony when your plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean.At first i didnt believe it,because we had already made the deal that we will visit George's hometown next Spring Day.But when that fatty policeman came to me,and let me confirm your identities,i realized everything was finished and time wont flashback like a movie or a book.

BTW,Sophie,i have bought the book for you as i promised before,and i put it in the second drawer of your dresser where you used to write your fictions and plays. I dont know,maybe you are still alive,and you are building a wooden house in that pacific island right now.I suppose Paul making the fire,Geroge fishing the crabs and fishes,Sophie searching for the fruits and medicine grass.Well,i should be there,and i always want to be inside with you,i will do the map and design the structure of the boat,which will be responsible for our ferry to the continent.

But,i know its barely to occur,you guys may rest in peace for ever under that cold and boisterous water,or float in the shoreless ocean all the time,trying to meet me somewhere,which however never gets fulfiled.I swear someday i will send out a boat and adventure the restless waves,trying to get closer to your graveyard. So after all,you are in heaven now,right?Geroge,dont play your cello that loud at night and in the morning.Angels in the flowery grove would be awoken without being sated enough,and Sophie,dont keep sending your fictions to the Publishers,they dont deserve reading your lines,although they always repeat those rude nonsenses to balance their envy.And Paul,please dont wait the bus in vain any more,because they arrived only when you get rid of the obsession and expectation.But anyway,i think you will completely take well care of yourselves,because the rumor says people in heaven would grow more and more beautiful and decent.

But i'm still here,living in this vacant house alone with our cat and bird.They seems to be totally unconscious of your disappearance,and still live a carefree life as before.While i am such a loser,i can but shut down our shop,because i cannot run it all by myself,and otherwise i just cant do the things you guys ever did before and the reflections just poured through the repeated actions,as if you are just around me,and we can still play chess together----well,now i play Italian,Evans Gambit and Caro Kan a lot,because i just get bored by the positional queens opening and get frustrated by the scary sicilian---and we can still have the regular Friday Conference every week.Well,Geroge you havent finished teaching me music,and Sophie,you have forgotten to explain the various fiction fashions to me,which you had promised me very long ago,and Paul,i miss you every night when no one annoys me by frequent dream words.Alas,i just cant get out of your smells,your shadows,your photos...maybe i will just leave this sourthen town this winter,because i always know you are watching and blessing me above the clouds wherever i am,but i dont know when it should be,its still not determined yet.

Now the winter is in the air,and days gets colder and colder that the windows of my bedroom is frozen every morning.All the sceneries are misty through it,and i wonder if the heaven looks like this?And i usually gaze upon the outside for a long while,until the sun raises to warm the middle of sky,and shines into my room,i would say this is the best time of the day.I always get confused when you are not around my sides.But i dont wanna know any more,i dont wanna see the information and the knowledge now,i dont wanna hear and think any more,and i dont wanna be involved in more things now....Just sit by the table in front of the window,and feel vacant and still for a while.This is my winter,my first winter without my friends,alas,i dont know what to do,and i dont know where to go,i am in a new crossroad now.

But,my Geroge,Sophie and Paul,my dear friends,how can i live my life without you,and how can i face the situation when your names come to my mind?People say time flows,and washes everything away,is this true?If i were to move on,if i should find a new life,and if oneday i become another person,what will you feel about me?

Good Night! Yours truly,Vladimir.

(two months later)letter2

Dear George,Sophie and Paul,

The winter is vanishing,my friends!I hope so is in heaven....wait,are there any seasons?Anyway,its such a lovely alternation.I can even smell the fragrance of peach blossoms and the butterflies flying about.

I moved in this town last week,and all the people here are very nice and kind-hearted.They are all christians,and there are several gorgeous churches and chaples around.I think i have grown up a bit compared to the bygone time.

Geroge,i read your musical notebook,and there was a line that really touched my heart.

"What is the sound?I havent got the answer.Sound is just a physical wave allowed to prevail everywhere in universe.But the human mind chooses a penchant for joint sounds as the definition of music.And so is the emotion.The world is like the headfountain of sounds,it doesnt mean anything like good,bad,right,wrong,happy or sad,only the human beings sense it as the causes of emotion."

George,you are right.It is me that choose to feel the world this way,but the world remains the same.I think now i know how to view the world in another sight.

And Sophie,i also read your unfinished fiction,and there is also a line that touched me a lot.

"The shadow of the moon fell aslant,as if inviting me entering the blue dream.....But happiness is an ancient ideology.In chinese language,for instance,Kaixin and Kuaile can mean this notion,but they appeared in different gestures.Kaixin,literally means"open the heart",while kuaile"fast speed to enjoy".They both suggest two practical ways to feel happy,ie,open the heart to the outside,and speed up to feel the sensation."

Yes,it works,so i remember now,everyday i would love to open my heart,and pay attention to the speed of my actions.I should be happy,because i sweared with you that we would all be happy and free everyday,when we first time met in that southern town and joint to be roommates and best friends for each other.

Now i still live alone,but i'm not lonesome and vancant.I know you are all standing by my side,i know there are many sceneries in the future road,and i know my life would be a testimony to all of us four,and a journery where seasons appear in turn.

Good Day

Yours warmly De Vladimir

A Portrait of A.Einstein

First time i saw this picture,i was simply mesmerized.
Behold,The broad facial outline shows his gentleness and lenience,and the perfectly-symmetrical facial organ shows his justy and balance, and the thick beard with eyebrows shows his firm masculinity,and the small nose shows his agility and romanticism,and the casual but breezy hair shows his habitual ease,and last but not the least,his noticeable eyes,which reflect out brilliance and mystique,shows the secret but resplendent genius inside his heart.And the sutle smile on the whole,shows his uncommon happiness and fitness at the moment.
Thus,I am so impressed and touched that i easily stood speechless with a shame.How can i lead such an indulgent and unaccomplished life and feel itself natural?I mean,one has not to be something huge,and actually a normal life is pretty fine,but one should be a healthy person who is with not any bad motif ,and the personality and enviroment should be fine enough so that he wont meet much sorrow and evil in his liferoad,and the future can be not wrought into bad stories any more.Therefore,one can live a life with plentiful security and happiness.So,Albert,hope you can bless me in heaven,and you know,you are very intimate in my heart already.
BTW,however i can never understand the universe that deep as you do....

A Busker in Chester

A busker in chester
His name is ED Alleyne
The Wind flows like an unknown angel
and blows his hair in a misty picture
while he plays upon his electric violin
standing alone in the corner

The passerby are boisterous and multifarious
someone hurries on with no heed
someone halts in a circle
and someone throws a coin
The vendors are selling foods and drinks
while shiny clothes and fragrant perfumes are on sale next door
But he might fade everything,with his plaintive melody overflowing in the air
He weaves the notes in a sequence of heaven,and spreads them abroad
as if nothing exists around,and nothing catches its steps in pace
The world is tumultuous but silent

Now It flies like a vagrant bird
crossing the flowery meadow
boating in the shallow ford
roaming in the rustling grove
and vanishing into the vague distance
He is floating in the paradise
while others are not concerned

And nearby there is a bridge
across a chattering river
a lady gazes upon the horizon
waiting for someone showing up
But from the square comes the melody she has never heard before
and she knows not how to forget,like the figure in her mind

In a corner of chester
A busker plays upon his violin
And the world is not concerned beside

Whenever I Wander About the City

Whenever I wander about the city,i always meet some guys,wonderfully handsome,and extremely agreeable.So i just turn to the mirror,and wonder why is my portion distributed thuswise.
Yes,but well,its probably still fine.
Though my family is not that wealthy like i can afford to travel over the world in a boat;though i dont have a very well education,like speaking fine languages,and playing five musical instruments,together with doing sports and science well,thus entering Harvard or Cambridge,being fabulously versatile and accomplished;though i dont appear in a very gorgeous looking and great shape with a breathtaking beauty;though my health both physically and mentally is not that brand-new and fresh;though i have already spent my past ages like a waterfall without any consciousness and miracles inside;though there seems no quite plenty of promising prospects in store for my future era yet---In a word,though my life is not an aerial heaven nor a dreamy wonderland,i still feel it acceptable somehow.Yes,i was not born disabled,nor had i died in an plane accident so far,and there are more worse portions in the world.And as a normal person living in this earthly world,with my own happiness and sorrow,with the dreams and regrets,and in the flowing time river,i should consider all my illusions and desires in an appropriate and natural way.First,i dont need so many things actually,but then it should be advocated if we can change our life into a better position----I know this is not a simple plan or any theoretic ideas,it is just demanding---one should be very vast and talented so that he can not fall into those traps and burials through the liferoad. For instance,gay is a big trap in my opinion,one should not be confused and puzzled by these sexual issues.Besides,some guys tend to be nervous,some guys tend to be overcultural,while some guys tend to be too serious or risky.Every side has its advantage and disadvantage,as every shape of humanity has its brilliance and weakness,thus to achieve a pleasant life is more or less an occasional thing.

So practically to me,i demand endeavor and leisure in my recent liferoad.I should still work on my dreams and realities in the enduring time constantly,and i should also keep myself relaxed,healthy,and leisureful for the most part,and I should naturally try to accomplish something in this human society to at least earn many a capital,like a house on my own,sufficient money,security when i need,freedom when i wanna travel,ect,and also i should not lose the controll of my life relatively so that when i wanna recall my childhood,it wont be hard to find the moods,or when i wanna change a lifestyle,it wont be a luxury.

Once upon a time,i had a conversation with a childhood matey of mine.He said"I thought i could be a super powered man if i press upon my forhead and say some magical words"And i returned"Me too!I have made so many similar dreams,wherein i was such an uncommon wealth,other people in earth are insignificant".But when i grow up,this belief is torn into fragments in scorn,though i'm still the leading actor in my movie of life,i'm no longer centre of the world.So sometimes its quite ruthless,isnt it?Ages pass,and still life is pouring,and still scenery is sliding backwards.

And as pavarotti once said before his depart:"My cancer is the price of my lifelong happiness",there must be something to happen in the days of our life,so maybe,if we consider things properly,fear not the evil and poverty,we would live every day without any sorrow and bitterness indeed.And also,as my piano teacher said some years agone:"Only when your mind is mentally and physically done,your practical skills and technique abilities will finally and truly testify its comprehensive strenth and flexibility,otherwise the finger practice is a waste of time",life probably observes the same law.
Ah,Please!You can either choose to forget it,or to deserve it,when you have had a soft spot for something there.

The Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel 2008

The heading title is a bit special and long,so probably its an additional prize,especially considering that Nobel should not be familiar with economics very much at that age agone.
This year's award goes to Paul Krugman,from Princeton University Princeton, NJ, USA,born in 1953.He looks very young and vivid in the photo,with a newspaper in hand,and wears a subtle and lively smile.I bet he must live very commonly,like the drunk and rude shop owner in my next door,who seeks sensory stimulation constantly,since economists would care but money and wealth.
These kind of persons know exactly where the happiness of life "really" come from and what kind of things value the most in the world,which is merely capitalist and boisterous, therefore they are generally admirable for being perfectly secured.
I know nowadays there is a huge economic peril spreading over the world,especially the western market,henceforth economists would face a more exciting situation where they are indispensable.But i dont think economy is anything as important as worth setting up a nobel prize.Government and merchants should be responsible for the death of bubbles.Because it is they that establish such a system and circulation,and work it out like a mercy and grace over the ignorant civics.But the result is too obvious and abrupt,the economy divides people into the rich and the poor,and i cant see anything nice inside.I think there have not been a prole,if there had not been an economist.They should stop their foolish tricks right away,and make up for the status in quo.
The capital world is unfair of course,and so is its economy.When one friend said to me at a summer night of last year,"My pal,i think the world wont care for my self-esteem at all,just like the god wont care for the destiny of my being,now i'm in despair overall",i felt a deep distress for him.Yes,the world is at random set and scattered,but how can a society be that cruel again?
If an economist would concern the common people's life,then a pig could climb up a tall tree.And all they learn and preach,mostly pertains to nonsenses.Maybe its a prejudice,but i just cant feel nice upon them.
Anyway,the world never lack the sorrow and tragedy,albeit human seems to be promising and contrite all the time.My thoughts are gone now.I can only be vast when i abandon my side for something ineffable in my heart.Maybe i dont really mind the various artificial phenomena in the world,as long as they are not kissed or witnessed by god.

The Nobel Peace Prize 2008

Nobel Peace Prize probably is the most unregarded branch prize among chinese people.
And this year's laureate,Martti Ahtisaari,is an old man from Finland,born in 1937.
To be honest,i'm not very interested in him at all,maybe its because recent years such laureates of Nobel Peace Prize have given people a more disputed impression rather than honored idols like Martin Luther King,ect.
Anyway,this is still a most important prize in all verity to the ordinary world,because no one can deny that peace,belongs to the eternal theme of dream,which has been ever breeding in every heart of human society.
I love peace,and i need peace,thus,i seek peace and i make peace.
But my individual peace is little,when i have a mood of balance and beauty,vita and happiness,nature and culture,i cannot stop being peaceful in the moment.But the world's peace lies in more comprehensive and elusive mechanism,which is established upon human society and nature base.There is a gambling between tiny parts and the whole system.Everyone shares the same beautiful dream of peace,while they behave oppositely in the practical life.They forget their primary ideas in the big waves of social activities,and they consider it nothing much,like"peace wont be ruined if i just quarrel with my neighbour"or"I will delay the peace dream later,which doesnt result in anything serious,because i wont change the world"But what if everyone thinks the same?So,in the end,no one is doing good,all is driving beyond their wishes.
So,sometimes,perhaps,the phenomenon obeys a higher law,not any chances in human conduct but something destined to happen.
And at last,i am thinking of a question,what will a man think when he wanders in the seashore alone,litening the melodies of restless waves and peaceful wind,while the birds are singing over the blue summer sky,trees dancing upon the colourful sunshine?God blessing.....

Nobel Prize2008 in Literature

With the announcement of this year's literature prize,the sparkling name of laureate finally emerged from the predicted hottest nomination,that is:Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio,who is from france,boin in1940,and published various literature works during and through his travelling world-life.
And the honour word goes thuswise,perfectly touching:author of new departures, poetic adventure and sensual ecstasy, explorer of a humanity beyond and below the reigning civilization.
Apparently Gustave's works are very worthwhile reading,and i think i really demand more attention and a comprehensive bibliography upon the world literature,instead of being heedless and untrained for the most part,and now the first thing i wanna do is centainly reading the works of Gustave with a cup of coffee in a breezy morning or a remote afternoon,as to understand and catch up with the current literary penchant and fashion focus.I think i cant wait anyway!
Concerning the issue of literature,i think its undoutedly one of the best art form to record and represent accomplishments of human heart,both individually and collectively.Music is too subtle and brilliant,while painting is too weak and still,actually none of the others can replace the literature's function,as it is the most direct and popular member of arts.
And since I havent been talented and promising enough upon other art forms,i hope sometime when i have more leisure ,i could be able to write down some good works first.That must be memorable and cheerful,just like a fresh hiking or sailing with some old best friends.
Anyway,congratulations to you,my new passenger of heart,i will meet you somewhere,sometime,as if you are a speaker,and i am a listener,in that summer seashore of endless world.

Nobel Prize2008 in Chemistry

Three american scientist shared equally this year's chemistry prize,they are:
1.Osamu Shimomura(b1928),fromMarine Biological Laboratory (MBL)
Woods Hole, MA, USA
2.Martin Chalfie(b1947),fromColumbia University
New York, NY, USA
3.Roger Y. Tsien(b1952),fromUniversity of California
San Diego, CA, USA
for the discovery and development of the green fluorescent protein, GFP.
Anyway,there are a japanese and chinese american(feel so subtly emotional as a Chinese)
Chemistry,is a sheer material world,thus IMO,it should be one of the most truthful subjects,yes is yes,no is no,experiments and statistics dont lie,its very obvious and practical.There are few abstract consciousness,and mostly are firm and vivid ideas.So although its not as surreal and unlimitedly wild as physics,not as eternal and highly abstracted as maths,not as fun and animatedly interesting as biology,it still remains as one of the best approach to change and develop the age of the world.
Congratulations and salutations to you!

Nobel Prize 2008 in Physics

The prize finally goes to three yellow-racial men(same with mine).
First half belongs to Yoichiro Nambu(born in 1921),from Enrico Fermi Institute, University of Chicago Chicago, IL, USA,for the discovery of the mechanism of spontaneous broken symmetry in subatomic physics; and the second half is shared by Makoto Kobayashi(born in 1944),from High Energy Accelerator Research Organization (KEK) Tsukuba, Japan and Toshihide Maskawa(born in 1940),from Yukawa Institute for Theoretical Physics (YITP), Kyoto University
Kyoto, Japan,for the discovery of the origin of the broken symmetry which predicts the existence of at least three families of quarks in nature.

Well,Physics,especially modern physics has apparently been one of the most noticeable and promising subject of the human knowledge.Those who studies upon this subject must be admirable and respectable,because they push our age forward,and accelerate the speed of human evolution.Alas,it seems that i have established nothing,and i am so insufficient for my deram--well,if it still subsists in my life....

Anyway,congratulations to these japanese!

Nobel Prize 2008 in Medicine/Physiology

Today this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine/Physiology was announced to the world earlier time,

Harald zur Hausen(born in 1936)from German Cancer Research Centre Heidelberg,Germany,won the first half prize,for his discovery of human papilloma viruses causing cervical cancer,while the other half was shared by two french scientists:Françoise Barré-Sinoussi(born in 1947)from Regulation of Retroviral Infections Unit, Virology Department, Institut Pasteur Paris ,France,and Luc Montagnier(born in 1932) from World Foundation for AIDS Research and Prevention Paris ,France,for their discovery of human immunodeficiency virus'.

First of all,congratulations to them,such great minds and grand achievement!
But still my hesitation remains over classical western medicine.Is it really that reliable as we anticipate all the time?No one doubts the science and science-based western medicine in this world,and instead of the reigning divinity,science and reason seem to be the dominant belief in this modern age.But i still remember the past ages,like the golden ages and dark ages before,their voices and legacy,those dreams and fantasy,can we just stop for a moment,and look back,meditate on our tracks again?I can imagine someday when a 22th century person happend to read this diary,he must laugh out loud and make a naughty wish for me in the moment.
Anyway,the most concerned prize is always in literature,so lets expect which great writer(s) would be this year's laureate(s).

A Visit To CityMuseum

This sunday morning i somehow made a visit to our city museum.

Its pretty tacky there,free tickets,a few exhibition rooms as its embranchment,a considerable number of tourists,and the inside shop charged ridiculously high.

The first department i wandered in is the History Museum.From the first seigneur established his kingdom,within thousands of years evolvement in dynasties,along to today's modern age,it seems as if all is a vision of dream,or an illusion of a midsummer.
If these walls could talk,if the land beneath our feet could speak,there wouldnt be so many stories and figures abandoned for modern audience.Those black and white photos
fading light yellow and grey,still cannot console those plaintive souls roaming in the air.
Ages passed and will ever pass along,as if oceans all dried out,and stones all became stinged or eroded,and civilizations all prospered before ruined.
The land where my feet touches,where the dust of a misty mood ascends and spreads,where the crops produced,and where we build up our homeland and society,keeps still in silence for ages as if a symbol of sympathy,meditation,love or consolation.
Yes,nothing is immortal.While people are arguing about varied politics,about ambitions and competitions,about wealth and desires,while so many phenomena and fashions appears in sequence,while festivals and carnivals are put up,and everyone is filled inside the drama of providence,the land utters nothing,waits for time sliding quietly.But i know million years later,the land would pour his secret word to another universe.

The essays following the photos faithfully record the information of the history of my homeland.Because its isolated geographically to inland by mountains,while facing the oceans in the other side,people here acquired a mature skill of sailing and hunting,producting and trading.And the beautiful scenery made it a great inspiration for forming a rich culture,which includes something like literature,painting,calligraphy,handicraft,ancient drama,music,religion and science,ect.But noticeably its quite quiet in politics for a long period since the ancient transportation is undeveloped thus making the connection not so much.From this,i think i understand myself better,like the disadvantages from other people of alien cultures,and other features i always have to some extent,but wasnt aware of enough.



And the second museum i set foot in,was Nature Museum.And poor me,first time to know clearly that dinasours are the ancestors of birds nowadays.I think someday i must raise a bird.And of course,the museum indicated that the colourful world is being ruined and destroyed by our industry and the abuse of natural resource.To be honest,the modern age in my opinion,possesses a subtle prospect.It could be either towards a door where another space is introduced and spreaded,or towards a door where people get nuts and insane,and everything deserted or ruined in ashes.In ancient time and classical age,human is a sincere and naughty child to the nature,friendly or exactly impuissant,and ages past,human got more and more evil and wild,like a person addicted to sex or stimulation,they demand more and more indulgence of joy thus reflecting on more and more pains and harms.The world was set up random at first,and only human decided definitions and notions,and established rules and systems by his sense organs.It should be perfectly suitable because god makes people this way.But the people gradully felt unsatisfied,hence developing more and more addictions without restriction.
I consider it a destiny rather than a story.You know,some modern people even understood the world worse than the Epicurus who's almost 2200 years born earlier.This utterly proves that though human can realize something for a moment,but they cant change anything any more.
As Elton John sang in a lyric:this train dont stop there any more.Well,i say,The train i am inside,i actually dont know where its going on.
But usally in the end,i realize that these questions are boring.For instance,when you buy a box of chocolate home,would the chocolate know where hes going on?Anyway it must make no senses.

Afterwards,i felt a bit tired,so i cancelled visiting some other branches,like handicrafts,provisions,ect.On the way home,i found the sun blazing very gently,and the wind kissed my forhead and facecheek like a fresh verve of Debussy,let alone the wandering clouds,they are nearly a floating poem of affection.In a subtle feeling,i suddenly wanna sing the song"...we will never feel bad any more..."

A Wishful Heart

In this capitalist world,
I'm just me myself
To-day I dwell in a desolate life
but the prospect remains ever unknown
cloudy and fading were no longer wonder
and i know the fortune still arises someday

I muse and conduct
but my education is languid
no use weeping nor would sighing do
I confess and study
but the time keeps lapsing ever and anon
those variations i cant deserve
and nor can thy providence be

Thou hast promised in thy minstrelsy
I shall acquire a life of heaven
Thou hast whispered at thy worship
I shall wander lonely over a cloud
But all i behold to-day,nothing convinces me
I know the world wont care for my self-esteem
and i know it misty and remote
They live in their own space of minds'limit
They have no consciousness to realize my being
WHY do we ever abuse our sensation illusional
they are just something else like ants or high-heel shoes

The world is marvelously capacious
while my portion is tiny and dolce
just like a fragrant rose
floating over the Pacifc Ocean in a roaming wind

Along the journey
I attempted to discover something like
truth of beauty and shape of soul,
science and ethic,
culture and nature,
And I attempted to gather capital occasionally like
wealth and dignity
desire and consolation
but i know its only a business affair
I would not make exchanges with my vision of peace
I would understand it better than usual
And i enjoy it as if a heaven


Alas,when the heaven falls into golden dream,
where angels murmur like rustling leaves in wind,
and flowing river full of honey or milk
the life which thou blessed,
would finally find its appropriate way for good.

TheProem

I established this blog last night,and now i think its time to commence something,like writing journals and doing some page adornment.BTW,I hope this blog wouldnt feel sad or pour complaints about for my creating him.I have to say,prior to him,i already have some such kind of experiential emotions,but to Heaven.So,in case that Blog"ParadisoBoy" still feels not serene for his existence,i decide to make a "justification" first to maybe prove that there are always something higher to make choices,decisions and arrangements.

Anyway,I indeed have some reasons to set up this Mr.PB Blog.

First of all,I was a bit empty and vain,as i sheerly got frustrated and bored in my recent liferoad,so i just need a place to console and confess myself.And I really dream of such a space like an island concealed in Pacific Ocean or a perfect dwelling by Walden Lake or in Bloomsbury.In this plot,i announce to all inside that,no domestic laws nor policies,no social chaos nor rumpus,no pipelining education nor endless industrial labours,no mainstream sides nor unfair classes,no criminals nor religion enthusiasm,no historical movements nor civilization evolution,no brutal wars nor traditonal custom.I mean,i dont wanna care these complicated things in this world,i only wish theres a heaven for a person to discover and deserve--which doesnt mean i'm trying to escape the modern earth.or the naive"me"really abhor the practical life--But I just feel it always so,you know,different,from everything you can understand or seize purely.Its totally ineffable but still well-known in every life's heart.Sometimes i cry out why people do so many things,do they have an invisible but tacit contract or assignment?Why are there so many macroscopical abstract phenomena controlling the world where individual wills utterly get ignored and invalid.Maybe the minds are useless before the mind creator,just like computers would have an unsurpassable limit rim before overtaking the human beings.YUP,who cares a person,and a person's notion?A beauty or a beast,a worthy or a labour,they are the same brittle in their lives.Anyway,I need such a free space to satisfy my feeling sensation.

Secondly,i urgently demands an valuable acquisition of my English study.I hope i would expand my vocabulary and get an accurate and better knowledge of English by immersing myself in this international english atmosphere.Of course i know i have the talent and potential to acquire this,but beofore its realization,nothing can be assured at all.Maybe i would meet some other issues and knowledges that take its importance away.But why should I learn so many things?Maybe its because the first reason i meantioned,i need to have some skills to help me live my life better,like solving my childhood-built motif(including bad habitual soul),and devoting myself to a life finally fine and naturally happy within.

So I started such a blog.Nothing to say then,except...
I wish my kingdom welfare and my life blessedness,at the moment as if i also heard the god be wishing.And i knew i have my lucky portion while together with some shadows and bad education,so if god knows...please bless my futural destiny,thou the paradiso host.