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