Yep, it is beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve finally put out my first part of “A Chinese Philosophy” by me. It contains useful information on differences between America and China, the growth of China, the size of China, and a lot more.
It is not Chinese, contrary to the title. It talks about China.
Well, I will not be stalling any more. Here it is! Click below to view…
A Chinese Philosophy: Download and view now.
Oy! The entire article has come out, people. Click the new link below.
My cute little Peanut really loves my mom. It is probably because she plays with him, hugs him, and does a lot more with him. She also (to my annoyance) allows him to do more things.
Take for example this: usually, if Peanut does not eat his food, we count to 30, and pick up his bowl. The food will be given to him the next time he is fed. But my mom thinks he absolutely cannot miss a single grain of kibble. So here it comes: Peanut doesn’t eat.
Hello, Brad.
Everything is well right now. I am sorry I did not reply to your email sooner, as I was out at summer camp. Seeing you have so much fun, I feel happy, too. Hope you have a good summer. I look forward to seeing you again.
I finished reading the letter that my teacher in China wrote. Of course, it was originally in Chinese. Continue reading
I am really addicted to this website: writing for it, working on it, and especially making useless thingamajigs on it.
For example, a few months ago, I made some headers. And now, I’ve made the next cool thing.
In Houston, it is very hot, usually. The sun comes down and shines on you so hard it blinds you and keeps you from looking up.
But beginning yesterday (and I daresay, ending today), the weather changed. It changed from really hot to a much more comfortable rainy day.
I have learned something very important today: what’s gone bad is bad! I’m serious. Today my dog barfed up a gone-bad bone, so I know.
It wasn’t a good feeling, and by that, I mean the stomach… and the scorching hot weather, which which was about 95 degrees. Feel hot for you hikers at the North Pole who think any number that’s a “degree” either has to do with latitude or longitude, that’s the temperature.
“Peanut! Peanut? Come sit here.” I said, pointing at the floor in front of me. My cute, black Miniature Schnauzer / Shih Tzu promptly trotted over.
“Good boy.” I said, patting him. “Go down the slide, now.” I enunciated, pointing at the slide of the playground structure I had led him on.
I’m in Lijiang, Yunnan, China in this story.
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Those people, you see, those people. They are farmers. Farmers. They have been told to dance by an amazing director. This director has taught these people— five hundred farmers— how to dance.”
My mom continued, “Now, see the mountain behind the performance? That’s the so-called Snowy Mountain. Funny name, huh?
My mom continued, “Now, according to this brochure, this place is said to be enchanted, and we’ll see if that’s true or fal—”
Suddenly, strong music began to push my mother’s words away. The moves of the dancing men and women were beginning to change.
Thousands of years ago.
The making of the Great Wall.
Building material was limited and scarce.
Thousands of people died in the making. Those who died became part of the Great Wall itself. Translation: they were put into it and used as building material.
Ouch.