It is extremely cold today with a cutting north wind and the cold of this night penetrate to my bones.Actually,i hate winter.it is uneasy to get up early in the morning and i must be muffled up in a heavy overcoat. (more…)

Two months ago, I came here lonely. Left my wife, my family and my friends back.

What I am looking for all the time? A degree, a job, a chance or a better future? Maybe all of them, maybe none of them. It looks like a paradox. Many people are busy to do something everyday. But seldom of them can tell you clearly what are they looking for. Me, is just one of these people.

There are so many people and so many things in my life during the last 27 years. And there are many people and things in my life in Auburn during the last two months too. From today, Dec. 10th, I would like to write down someone appeared/will appear and someting happened/will happen in my life. I hope it will be a history of my life, just looks like a movie. Haha, it’s perfect. (more…)

Many of us are blissfully unaware that almost the whole of human history -from the hunters and gatherers to the rise of towns and cities, the development of science and medicine -the whole of our great human pageant- has taken place within an atypical period of fair weather.

For most of our 4.5-billion year history, the typical pattern was for the earth to be hot, sans ice anywhere. The current ice epoch started about 40 million years ago, with at least 17 serious glacial episodes in the last 2.5 million years, which coincides with the rise of homo sapiens, the rise of the Himalayas and the formation of the Isthmus of Panama, disrupting the flows of warming currents between the Atlantic and Pacific. (more…)

You showed me the most brilliant smile when you placed the last piece of brick.
I stand by your side shyly with a total feeling of sweetness.
You climb up to the roof to raise the colorful flag.
I paste the decoupage on the window the pieces of I cut by myself.
Yes, this is our new wedding house.
And yes, I’m your bride.

The sunlight is coming more early than it used to, we are not used to this at the very start.
When the sun is greeting my back, I’m still sleeping in your surrounding just like a baby. But you always have ways to wake me up, moving my hair away from my forehead with your soft touch, kissing my face and my lips gently – by that, I cannot get angry. (more…)

If life is a book, my life should be poems—since fictions are full of imagination, prose is usually natural as water flowing down, and novels show more drama. Only poems are best to describe my life which is characterized by simplicity, meaningfulness, and romance. (more…)