The 50th Anniversary of Marilyn Monroe

This year is 50^th year since Monroe’s death. She captivated the world with her beauty, glamour, and unabashed sex appeal.

Marilyn Monroe died in 1962. The death of Monroe is still a hot topic these days. Many people, especially fans of Monroe, don’t believe she was suicide. Some one say that that a murder. All these suspects about Monroe are because she was had a relationship with Mr. President.

No one can forget the classic image of Monroe. In the film The Seven Year Itch, Monroe wore a white dress and a wind lifted her dress.

The body of Monroe is the symbol of sexy. She was the start of sex appeal in film. Since 1962 until now, 50 years have passed. But no one can replace Marilyn Monroe as the symbol. 

 

Good Mood Begins in The Morning

I never had been to a desert land before. The morning on a prairie is really wonderful.

There is not any perfect word in my mind which can describe the morning of the desert land. 

This morning, when I open the window, the warm sunlight greets me. The sunshine warms me into the bottom of heart.

Life seems to become simple and easy when I keep a distance to the modern city.

A city so dazzling is no place for stargazing, and someone like you with a heart so wild is not ready to settle down.

The Sunset of Saint Lake

More and more people are getting used to stay very late at night. Few people have the chance and mood to watch the sunrise.

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However, in Tibet people get up early to warship the god. The Tibet people believe the nature has great power which human should be modest and be thankful.

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They keep their fate and the purity of their inner world. I am a lucky man that I can have chance to visit the saint lake in Tibet. The sunrise of Saint Lake is really thrilling. 

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A Lazy Afternoon in Spring

Nothing can be compared than spending a lazy afternoon with some good friends.

This afternoon, I met some friends at an outdoor tea club. The day was very nice. Time became slower in this warm and nice spring afternoon.

In fact, we haven’t met for a long time. Friends are together in this stylish tea club. Chatting gossips. Watching the beautiful flowers. Tasting the new green tea. In this cozy afternoon, I completely be involved in the good time of spring.

This nice afternoon reminds me a poem:

The man who wants a garden fair,

Or small or very big,

With flowers growing here and there,

Must bend his back and dig.

The things are mighty few on earth,

That wishes can attain,

Whatever we want of any worth,

We’ve got to work to gain. It matters not what goal you seek,

Its secret here reposes:

You’ve got to dig from week to week,

To get results or roses.

Watching Over The River

There is kind of mood called watch.

There is kind of happiness called wait.

Like this,

I am standing beside the bank of the river.

I use my camera to catch some thing I see.

I use my heart to wait for some one I love.

I throw my miss to the end of the sky.

When I was upset or depressed, I always drive to this river. It makes me feel peace.

This river is not famous. So every time I come here, it always quite like no body knows its existence.

 

I am inspired by the beautiful view of the river. So I write down this poem. Just some thoughts.

One Day in Beihai Park

Bid away with the boring and long days’ gloom, Beijing finally goes to the most leisure period of its whole year. The spring has silently arrived.

Beihai park is not silent and lonely any more. When the day becomes warmer, the park becomes busy and crowd.

Joyful sounds can be heard anywhere in the park. Blue sky is reflecting on the surface of the lake. Little unnamed flowers are blossoming on the ground.

It is a good idea that sometimes we slow down our footsteps and kill our time in a nice afternoon.

The warm and soft wind breezes my hair. I sit on a stone chair in the park and find life is so beautiful.

Sing a Love Song to the Spring

Flower in the Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall

I pluck you out of the crannies

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand

Little flower---but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all

I should know what God and man is.

-----by Alfred Tennyson

This is a beautiful short poem which written by Alfred Tennyson. I can’t help myself to flavor it over and over.

What a touching scene the poem describes! The little flower blossoms in the crannied wall. The indomitable vitality of the little flower really inspired me.

Bid away with the cold winter. Nature shows its power of life force to us in the spring.