Hope

What do people do when they meet during the Spring Festival? Exchange information about each other and their families. Some good; some sad. Anyway it’s a new start and let’s hope for the best.

Hope

by: Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I 've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Guilty pleasures

1. Doing nothing
It’s a long Spring Festival holiday, besides eating and sleeping, nothing else to do. Woke up early in the morning, quietly expecting a ray of sunlight to slant through the curtains. What an enjoyable moment!

2. ipad
We didn’t need an ipad before it was invented, but once we have one, we become attached to it. Every week I try the new apps and then delete them. That’s all. When it comes to writing, typing on a screen completely loses the rhythm of fingertips gliding over a physical keyboard. And for reading, I still prefer a real book – only for a touch of the paper.

3. taobao
I’ve written a post about online shopping before. Now with all the online stores closed in the holiday season, I’m a bit uneasy as if something is missing.

Midnight in Paris

Monet.
Paris.
A Moveable Feast.
A beautiful movie.

Ah! 2012

The new year means nothing but a change of number – 2012.

Look at the sky – still shrouded by smog, as if it were the end of the world.
More cars stuck on the roads as if running away from a catastrophe.
Supermarkets are packed as if a wave of panic buying were triggered.

The city becomes crazier than usual. It’s all because the lunar new year is coming!