Why old pictures are always prettier?

葬花吟

花谢花飞花满天，红消香断有谁怜？

游丝软系飘春榭，落絮轻沾扑绣帘？

闺中女儿惜春暮，愁绪满怀无释处；

手把花锄出绣闺，忍踏落花来复去？

柳丝榆荚自芳菲，不管桃飘与李飞；

桃李明年能再发，明年闺中知有谁？

三月香巢已垒成，梁间燕子太无情！

明年花发虽可啄，

却不道人去梁空巢也倾。

一年三百六十日，风刀霜剑严相逼；

明媚鲜妍能几时，一朝飘泊难寻觅。

花开易见落难寻，阶前闷杀葬花人；

独倚花锄泪暗洒，洒上空枝见血痕。

杜鹃无语正黄昏，荷锄归去掩重门；

青灯照壁人初睡，冷雨敲窗被未温。

为奴底事倍伤神，半为怜春半恼春：

怜春忽至恼忽去，至又无言去不闻。

昨宵庭外悲歌发，知是花魂与鸟魂？

花魂鸟魂总难留，鸟自无言花自羞；

愿奴胁下生双翼，随花飞到天尽头。

天尽头，何处有香丘？

未若锦囊收艳骨，一抔净土掩风流；

质本洁来还洁去，强于污淖陷渠沟。

尔今死去侬收葬，未卜侬身何日丧？

侬今葬花人笑痴，他年葬侬知是谁？

试看春残花渐落，便是红颜老死时；

一朝春尽红颜老，花落人亡两不知！



I remember her. One of the best TV operas from the famous (A Dream Of The Red Mensions ). She were the DaiYu. A very sad but beautiful character. My classmates from my middle shchool used to say I look a lot like her.

I can't believe she is dead now. After her conversion to buddhism, what had happened to her for all these years? She herself is one Daiyu.

Jane Austin

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

What is the point?

I am dying for some exploration and travellings. Sometimes I just want to give up everything and just go with the wind.

Modern life is rather a silly thing. Am I doom to be trapped in the debt of my parents and gloria career thing?

I just want to experiece different things, obtain different knowledge, try to get the abilities to look at life and human behavior from different angles.

If that is not the reason of living, what will it be?

Confession

Who am I? Sometimes I ask myself. Seems like my life is useless as music. What kind of musci is it? Is the kind that turning from know to unknown over and over again like a running river, a bit polluted but it is running and sometimes it hit something harsh and cry out one or two spashes.

I feel peaceful on my own with my books. I love reading, no nonsense, and most the humor from them I can actually understand.

I am under pressure from my family and sometimes even myself to find someone and settle down have kids. Be honest with you, what is the point? Human being sometimes in my mind are cancer cells, where ever we go, pure and beautiful things get destroyed and we even destroy each others.
I just can not see the point why producing more trouble to the world.

Why am I so negative? Maybe it is just in my gene, I could not help it. : ( One say: the view someone towards the world reflect how much he love himself. I guess all depends. I love myself, maybe a bit too much. That is proably why I get disappointed and wondering why people can be so full of BS?