给白羊座圣斗士穆

我说这话是不让他难受,没别的

其实那个人怎么知道谁是他呢,更提不到劝我放弃

借了兰姆的书,不高兴看

明天怎么办?

刘烨真是美丽

呵呵像阿布说昂殿下,"史昂,是个很美丽的人"

没有圣斗士的话,我也不是今天的我了

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这样的话不过是蒙骗自己

喜欢不二?喜欢龙马?喜欢南次郎?

也不过是在本来就难受的时候再给自己几个永远也得不到的人

像穆和卡妙一样的

最恐怖的事是鄙视世界还是鄙视自己?

前者我没资格

后者却永远是进行时

日语的好处是所有的话都绕着弯子说

即使我的心在一点一点地结冰旁人也还是看见我在傻笑

老师说于潼啊于潼你要记着写中文,你要记得以前的那个你

可是已经不行了

呵呵,现在只想在南门外那些上自习的地方躲着,然后假装在人声嘈杂中很投入地学习.

安徒生,"我亲爱的奥古斯丁,一切都完了,完了".

她要走了,去我一辈子也去不成的地方.

他已经远远走开.

它不是我的.

他们逼我.

原来真的可以一下子就全都毁掉,原来一点也不给我机会.

两个人欺骗对方,欺骗自己,游戏人间,分开后黯然神伤.

潘老师一定会无比震惊吧?

我怎么成了这样的一个人了,我不是这样的人啊.

妈妈说长春下了很好的大雪,

我却回不去了.

我亲爱的奥古斯丁,一切都完了,完了

半夜的时候一个人静静地走回宿舍去.

如果我是米米,那么妙妙是谁?

如果他是妙妙,他一定会在今天的十二点来看我.

为什么到了现在后悔自己的选择?

为什么已经不能回头?

退了课之后就没来看过，今天忽然发现有个可爱的人给我留言了，你喜欢妙妙吗？

我也是！！！！！

哈哈不知哪个是你的博客，只好发文谢谢你了！

我还喜欢撒加、米罗、冰河和瞬。

不过穆是永远的最爱~

I rarely read international news, and therefore it took me quite a long time to struggle all the way out through the first six essays on the topic of "world". "Oh, I think I am going to die during this part of the course!" I said to myself. But then, as if God wanted to save me, a poor Politics iliterate, there was a piece of news of news on the relationship between China and Japan.

I am not pretending to be an expert on the sino-Japanese relationships, but just really feeling the topic has something to do with me.

I grew up in Changchun, Jilin Province. As we know, it used to be the capital of the Empire of Manchuria, which was a "gift" the Japanese offered Pu Yi, the last Emperor of China, during 1932~1945. My family had some relationships with the Empire: my father's father, poor and low in social ranks, worked as a cook for the Japanese soldiers; my mother's grandfather, being a policeman of the Empire, owned a Jam shop, in which the actual item was opium.

So I spent my childhood entirely in this city, a once occupied city by the enemies. I lived in the Japanese-built houses with very high ceilings and particularly long narrow windows; My grandmother bequethed me with a beautiful mirror which belonged to a Japanese woman who didn't have time to take it with her when she was forced to go back to Japan in 1945; I had in my hometown the eight governments of the Empire, which are of a extremely Japanese style which I had been admiring since I was quite young.

I remember the Japanese comic strips which developed my ability of imagination, such as THE MACHINERY CAT. I love the graceful golden saint of the Aries, Mr. Mu, to whom I instinctly dedicate this blog. I studied Japanese for three years before I entered my Junior school, and liked the language much more than I do English.

But every now and then I find myself trapped.

My friends jokingly call me a traitor sometimes, and I would shrug and pretend that I don't care at all: I just like the Art of Japan, and their beautiful comic strips, and things like that. But I really feel sorry, and even ashamed of what I have done when I glance at certain photos showing the Japanese army roaring into China, and their atrocities! I do not need expand on this feeling, as it is shared by all the Chinese.

It is a tragety for my generation, I think, for we grew up admiring Japanese cartoons, listening to their music, and swalling down their foods. In my hometown, which is the sister city of  仙台, many youngsters would go to study in Japan, and many adults choose to work there. I wonder whether I will go there one day.

And I know many young people who share the same feeling with me: we like Japanese culture-perhaps because it represents something in ancient China, but we don't know-but our duty tells us that this feeling is simply not allowed, because we have to shoulder the heavy history shared by the two coutries which should have been brothers, the history of a war in which we didn't take a part!

It's hard, really very hard!

I'm learning Japanese again from this semester, and what is the future?

于潼 00439014

I rarely read international news, and therefore it took me quite a long time to struggle all the way out through the first six essays on the topic of "world". "Oh, I think I am going to die during this part of the course!" I said to myself. But then, as if God wanted to save me, a poor Politics iliterate, there was a piece of news of news on the relationship between China and Japan.

I am not pretending to be an expert on the sino-Japanese relationships, but just really feeling the topic has something to do with me.

I grew up in Changchun, Jilin Province. As we know, it used to be the capital of the Empire of Manchuria, which was a "gift" the Japanese offered Pu Yi, the last Emperor of China, during 1932~1945. My family had some relationships with the Empire: my father's father, poor and low in social ranks, worked as a cook for the Japanese soldiers; my mother's grandfather, being a policeman of the Empire, owned a Jam shop, in which the actual item was opium.

So I spent my childhood entirely in this city, a once occupied city by the enemies. I lived in the Japanese-built houses with very high ceilings and particularly long narrow windows; My grandmother bequethed me with a beautiful mirror which belonged to a Japanese woman who didn't have time to take it with her when she was forced to go back to Japan in 1945; I had in my hometown the eight governments of the Empire, which are of a extremely Japanese style which I had been admiring since I was quite young.

I remember the Japanese comic strips which developed my ability of imagination, such as THE MACHINERY CAT. I love the graceful golden saint of the Aries, Mr. Mu, to whom I instinctly dedicate this blog. I studied Japanese for three years before I entered my Junior school, and liked the language much more than I do English.

But every now and then I find myself trapped.

My friends jokingly call me a traitor sometimes, and I would shrug and pretend that I don't care at all: I just like the Art of Japan, and their beautiful comic strips, and things like that. But I really feel sorry, and even ashamed of what I have done when I glance at certain photos showing the Japanese army roaring into China, and their atrocities! I do not need expand on this feeling, as it is shared by all the Chinese.

It is a tragety for my generation, I think, for we grew up admiring Japanese cartoons, listening to their music, and swalling down their foods. In my hometown, which is the sister city of  仙台, many youngsters would go to study in Japan, and many adults choose to work there. I wonder whether I will go there one day.

And I know many young people who share the same feeling with me: we like Japanese culture-perhaps because it represents something in ancient China, but we don't know-but our duty tells us that this feeling is simply not allowed, because we have to shoulder the heavy history shared by the two coutries which should have been brothers, the history of a war in which we didn't take a part!

It's hard, really very hard!

I'm learning Japanese again from this semester, and what is the future?

My Chinese name is 于潼, and I come from the city of Changchun, Jilin Province, a place it snows a lot.

I am not so interested in the themes of this course except "books" and "movies". In my spare time, I like reading and watching old movies. Ingrid Bergman is my angel. A dream of red mansions is my Eden.

My blog is named after the golden Saint of the Aries, 穆, who has long purple hair and green eyes. I extremly like this comic strip, and he gives me the feeling of a real gentleman, or, say, the father and the hero of my life.

I do not have a happy past. so when I am walking around the campus, I often feel a kind of inferiority. But I am still searching for something, as Bridget Jones said.

Hope you will like my blog, and be friends with me.

I guess they understand ,

How lonely life has been.

But life began again ,

The day you took my hand.

                           -----To the teacher in Changchun