A Teahouse for Qindao Translators

    It has been a while that i haven't checked this space, and now there has been a dramatic change of my personnal role in my family. I am a father now, and my daughter is so cute, even she is so young and cries a lot. hehe. I am ready for the new role, and I am confident I can father her well.

This morning, with great zest, my friend Peter and I got up with early, because there was a clear and lofty mission in our mind-we are going to cheer for the Olympics. The torch would be going by the East Gate of the Nankai University.

 

We grabbed some food, and towards to the East Gate, we went. There is a good distance of a half hour's journey on foot, but we were very excited. The lotus flowers were very fresh, and we saw their vatility to hail the Olympics.

 

But, on our way there, we just encountered lots of returning people, low in spirit, but colorful decor on face and bike. Then, we were hasitated, "has the torch relay already passed through the gate?' There was no room for hesitation, under that uncurbing zest, we went on toward the East Gate.

 

Finally, we saw the bight slogan, and the Gate, and crowds of people within the Gate. Why?

 

Closer we were, clear it became. As the police line jumped into our eye, we were awed. ???????????? Police were busy at expelling the people, whose heart were just fulfilled with enthusiasm. Now, they chilled. "Why are we here? Is this supposed to be the People's Olympics? "Why are we spending this much money on something this far away from us? I can not even go across the road to return my home after the fatiged night shift"a janiter-looking man exclaimed.

 

At both sides of the road, we saw human-wall like people, in that beautiful costume, waiving OUR national flag. Some of those people were chatting like being in a middle-age housewives' congregation. Who are they, we just couldn't help wondering. Why could they be there? Who gave them at privilage? A frustrated international student began to record that in his camera. I think he's going to post what's the camera to that "uglifying-China-dotcome".

 

In blue, we returned. The lotus flowers withered both under the scorthing sun and in our heart. We used to be fully convinced that we were in a real democracy, but now, we feel it different. Is it just another vanity fair for the politicians?

With full respect and awe, I have finished the movie-The 300 Spartans. This is a very manly movie, which aniliated all my previous bias held against this acient people. In the face of human diginity and nation's future, how can we superctically claim ourselves civic than doing nothing.

Our country is at stake, like what happened to the spartens. When thieves put their filthy fingures to the innocent people in a bus, most of our civic people choose to be silent. When the US bomber killing our men by dropping their bombs to our embassy, our leaders, our dearest leaders said, "you'd better transform this hatred to productivity." How dare he could claim this. We are not spartans, but we should want to be them.

As a "well-cultured"university teacher, I feel I am meanly a coward, fearing too much, TOO MUCH! I am too sophiscated to be bend like a vain, but having such a tender back spine.

I yielded too much. And I have got to change! In the 21st century, a modern, hunble little man, no, not little any longer, has made his words to die a Leonidas. There is no way to blastpheme this name as a "Leo".

     Well, I just donot know how to start, and I barely could login in this soul habitant. I have been like any busy bee in the world. Busy once in a while in any trivals. But, there is one thing that is sensitional, I believe, which is I gonna be a father, soon. My wife is pregnant!

     I did not come as a big jubilee. I guess it was because I still deem myself to be too young to be someone's father, but now, seeing the growing abodeman of my wife, well, there is a sense of fathering growing within me.

There are that many choices.

When there are lots of choices,

You worry at making a choice,

If you make a choice,

You are afraid that is a bad choice.

 

You begin to cherish the days,

when there is no choice,

You enjoy the feeling,

Like a hero standing at a cliff,

With millions of enemies following,

You want to shout,

You finish the jump.

 

Nights after nights,

You wake up,

You see a dark future,

Like rain drops are about to fall,

You want to run,

But, you hate that dust is still far away.

  We had gone through the originally thought most troublesome marriage ceremonlies at home, but it is on us now to organize the marriage banquet for ourselves. It is not an easy thing. I wish I had a car. There are some occassions i need a car, but i have none. I need to transport the beaverage to the restaurant, and i have to pick up my wife at the dressing place, and i have to transport the left beaveage back to the shop. How I wish i could have a van! Life could be much simplier if I had a van.

The major festivals were over, and i am so happy about this. There is one more, and i hope it gets over soon.