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Authors: Xiaolu Guo
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food. Why so different here?
Then we see some little leafs come out but are bitten by the slug.
“It’s dangerous that the slugs keep eating the small sprouts. They can die really easily,” you tell me.
Carrying with flashlight, every night, around 11 o’clock, you sneek into garden and check the slug. They are always several slug hidden behind the young leafs. Enjoying the delicious meal under the moonlight. You taking them out from the leafs, one by one. You putting these slug together in one glass bottle. Soon glass bottle becomes a slug-zoo.
“What your favourite words? Give me ten,” I say when we are sitting in garden. I want learn most beautiful English words because you are beautiful. I even not care whether if useful.
A piece of blank paper, a pen.
You writing it down, one by one.
“
Sea, breath, sun, body, seeds, bumble bee, insects.
” You stop: “How many are there now?”
“Seven,” I say.
“Hm…
blood
…” you continue.
“Why you like blood?”
“I don’t know. I feel blood is beautiful.”
“Really? But blood violence, and pain.”
“No. Not always. Blood gives you life. It makes you strong.” You speaking with surely voice.
You see things from such different perspective from me. I wonder if we change perspective one day.
“And why
breath
, then?”
“Because that’s where everything is from and how everything starts.”
You are right.
“So, what else? Last favourite word?” I say.
“Suddenly.”
“
Suddenly
! Why you like
suddenly
?
Suddenly
not even noun.” You a strange brain, I think.
“Well, I just like it,” you say. “So what are your favorite ten words?”
I write down one by one:
“Fear, belief, heart, root, challenge, fight, peace, misery, future, solitude…”
“Why
solitude
?”
“Because a song from Louis Armstrong calling ‘Solitude.’ It is so beautiful.” I hear song in my ear now.
“Where did you hear that song?” you ask.
“On your shelfs. A CD, from Louis Armstrong.”
“Really? I didn’t even know I had that CD.” You frown.
“Yes, is covering the dust, and look very old.”
“So, you’ve been through all my CDs?”
“Of course,” I say. “I read your letters and diaries as well.”
“What?”
“And looked your photo.”
“What? You’ve looked through all my stuff?” You seeming like
suddenly
hear the alien from Mars attack the Earth.
“Not all. Parts that diary are make me sad. I can’t sleep at night,” I say.
privacy
n.
1. the state of being alone or undisturbed; 2. freedom from interference or public attention.
privacy
“You’ve invaded my privacy! You can’t do that!” First time, you shout to me, like a lion.
“What privacy? But we living together! No privacy if we are lovers!”
“Of course there is! Everybody has privacy!”
But why people need privacy? Why privacy is important? In China, every family live together, grandparents, parents, daughter, son, and their relatives too. Eat together and share everything, talk about everything. Privacy make people lonely. Privacy make family fallen apart.
When I arguing about privacy, you just listen and not say anything. I know you disagree me, and you not want live inside of my life, because you a “private” person. A private person doesn’t share life.
“When I read your past, when I read those letters you wrote, I think you are
drifter
.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You know what is drifter, do you? You come and leave, you not care about future.”
“To me, to live life is to live in the present.”
“OK, live in present, and which direction you leading then?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, you don’t have plan for tomorrow, for next year?”
“Well, we are talking about different things. I don’t think you understand what I am saying. To me the future is about moving on, to some new place. I don’t know where I am going. It’s like I am riding a horse through the desert, and the horse
Then we see some little leafs come out but are bitten by the slug.
“It’s dangerous that the slugs keep eating the small sprouts. They can die really easily,” you tell me.
Carrying with flashlight, every night, around 11 o’clock, you sneek into garden and check the slug. They are always several slug hidden behind the young leafs. Enjoying the delicious meal under the moonlight. You taking them out from the leafs, one by one. You putting these slug together in one glass bottle. Soon glass bottle becomes a slug-zoo.
“What your favourite words? Give me ten,” I say when we are sitting in garden. I want learn most beautiful English words because you are beautiful. I even not care whether if useful.
A piece of blank paper, a pen.
You writing it down, one by one.
“
Sea, breath, sun, body, seeds, bumble bee, insects.
” You stop: “How many are there now?”
“Seven,” I say.
“Hm…
blood
…” you continue.
“Why you like blood?”
“I don’t know. I feel blood is beautiful.”
“Really? But blood violence, and pain.”
“No. Not always. Blood gives you life. It makes you strong.” You speaking with surely voice.
You see things from such different perspective from me. I wonder if we change perspective one day.
“And why
breath
, then?”
“Because that’s where everything is from and how everything starts.”
You are right.
“So, what else? Last favourite word?” I say.
“Suddenly.”
“
Suddenly
! Why you like
suddenly
?
Suddenly
not even noun.” You a strange brain, I think.
“Well, I just like it,” you say. “So what are your favorite ten words?”
I write down one by one:
“Fear, belief, heart, root, challenge, fight, peace, misery, future, solitude…”
“Why
solitude
?”
“Because a song from Louis Armstrong calling ‘Solitude.’ It is so beautiful.” I hear song in my ear now.
“Where did you hear that song?” you ask.
“On your shelfs. A CD, from Louis Armstrong.”
“Really? I didn’t even know I had that CD.” You frown.
“Yes, is covering the dust, and look very old.”
“So, you’ve been through all my CDs?”
“Of course,” I say. “I read your letters and diaries as well.”
“What?”
“And looked your photo.”
“What? You’ve looked through all my stuff?” You seeming like
suddenly
hear the alien from Mars attack the Earth.
“Not all. Parts that diary are make me sad. I can’t sleep at night,” I say.
privacy
n.
1. the state of being alone or undisturbed; 2. freedom from interference or public attention.
privacy
“You’ve invaded my privacy! You can’t do that!” First time, you shout to me, like a lion.
“What privacy? But we living together! No privacy if we are lovers!”
“Of course there is! Everybody has privacy!”
But why people need privacy? Why privacy is important? In China, every family live together, grandparents, parents, daughter, son, and their relatives too. Eat together and share everything, talk about everything. Privacy make people lonely. Privacy make family fallen apart.
When I arguing about privacy, you just listen and not say anything. I know you disagree me, and you not want live inside of my life, because you a “private” person. A private person doesn’t share life.
“When I read your past, when I read those letters you wrote, I think you are
drifter
.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You know what is drifter, do you? You come and leave, you not care about future.”
“To me, to live life is to live in the present.”
“OK, live in present, and which direction you leading then?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, you don’t have plan for tomorrow, for next year?”
“Well, we are talking about different things. I don’t think you understand what I am saying. To me the future is about moving on, to some new place. I don’t know where I am going. It’s like I am riding a horse through the desert, and the horse
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