my favourite sentences...


You can hide memory, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

It was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away and disappear in front of our own eyes.

Words don't come out when you're deeply hurt. That's why people keep silent and give no explanation. Yet, Murakami once wrote in his novel, 1Q84, "If you can't understand without an explanation, you can't understand with an explanation." Sometimes, people tend to not wanting to understand things instead of wanting to understand things. In short, they tend to ignore the possibility of trying to understand things.

do you know what makes life interesting?
--> it's interesting because we don't know what the future holds for us. don't blame the fate. we decide our fate, it's our choice. we can't choose where to be born, but we can certainly choose the way we live our life...

the life is yours, why bother asking other people to paint it for you?...

when we're small our word has never been counted; when we're big every word has always been counted...

i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime -- Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

waiting, though one minute, it's still unbearable...

death doesn't mean that we are no longer existing. death just means a move to another world...

why can parents wholeheartedly sacrifice everything for the happiness of their children, even their life? but why can't their children, whom they give birth to, do the same thing to them? what power is it that encourages them to do so?....

the thing i'm most afraid of is ME. of not knowing what i'm going to do. of not knowing what i'm doing right now.

people always meet new friends. but they should not forget their old friends. because without your old friends we don't have a chance to meet new friends. the memories with our friends will be there forever in our brain. we can't omit it though time passes.

Monday, May 12, 2014

extracts from my favorite novel

Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

it often happens that a person doesn't realise they are in love until they are suddenly separated from the object of their affection. only then do they realise how deep their feelings run.

she lingered a long time, but she didn't have the courage to enter the long building to ask after him, so they hurried back.

famous works are famous for a reason, and don't become rubbish just because of some temporary changes.

this was impossible; since when was i so important as to arouse such feelings in Old Third?

for days Old Third didn't come. Jinqiu felt dispirited and tried to work out what she had done wrong. she couldn't write, couldn't eat, but could only think over and over, why isn't Old Third coming?

she'd never asked him if he was married, and he had never mentioned it.

the thought of it pained her, made her feel cheated.

maybe he was one of those flirts you read about in books who has his tricks for making girls fall into his arms.

this is the moment of truth, you've got to stand by your words.

he stared at her and she grew more nervous.

each month their expenditure exceeded their income.

every year during the summer holidays she would look for temporary work, mostly doing odd jobs on construction sites: moving bricks, mixing mortar and shovelling it into wooden buckets for the bricklayer. it was arduous and dangerous work, but she could earn one or two yuan per day so she went back every year.

the truth was she didn't want to leave Old Third. two days at home mean two days of not seeing him, and she knew she didn't have much time left in West Village before she had to return to Yichang for good.

she left without ever returning.

the episode had made Lin a laughing stock of the whole village, and even the young children taunted him.

i was not, it is true, utterly happy.

 i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime.
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