Several months before,a girl aged 22 fell in love with an inmature boy aged 18,they loved each other so much, the girl went to the boys rent house near his working factory everyday instead of to college,they met by Internet games,and I dont know how the boy appeals to the girl so much,he is younger than her ,even he only has a junior school diploma,but the girl is totally different,her father has a small hardware accessory factory.In the family members eyes,the boy is just a boy,cant give her happiness.So,all of them objected this love,it makes them very sad.The girls dad said to her one week ago,”if you are still with this inmature boy,I wont give you any money.Behave yourself!” (more…)

On a bright February morning my telephone rang, “Marjorie Holmes?” a rich male voice announced. “You saved my life. I love you!”
Some nut, I thought – but I didn’t hang up. As a writer you learn to listen. His name, he said, was George Schmieler, and he was a doctor from Pittsburg. He’d lost his wife eight months before. On New Year’s Eve, wild with grief and on the verge of suicide, he’d found my book I’ve Got to Talk to Somebody, God.
“It was among her things,” he said. “I read it that night, and it made me realize how precious life is.”
“If you are still free,” George said, “may I see you?” I was pleased and touched. But unfortunately, I told him, I was about to leave on a two-week speaking trip. (more…)

On the afternoon of May 12, I felt the ground beneath me shake. For the safety of my family, I urged them to depart for our hometown and away from the danger. However, my parents refused to leave.
On the 15th, I visited my customer in a nearby hospital and watched as doctors and nurses rushed to tend the injured and give emergency care to earthquake victims. Feeling waves of emotion, I offered my support and joined as a volunteer. I helped move the wounded, offered comfort to the injured, and distributed medical supplies and food, and whatever else was needed. (more…)

Mon,i love you !when you think about it,that is not so surprising,i will always be a part of you,because you cre-ated me.
you were the first person to make me smile and laugh,and u were right there to hear my first words,and u were there when i took my very first steps. (more…)

The boy in is tranquil is living,
in that destiny’s samsara,
she looked like the meteor to hit boy’s world.
What the meteor has really delimited this is really the love feeling?
Falls into loves the river, is only instantaneous. In happy love.
Even if in her side him, he has also looked at her, because he constantly is thinking of her.

Two months later, the boy proposed suddenly bids good-bye. . . . .

Love really so child’s play? The real boy is plays? In numerous questions, even, in everybody questioned he has in the new girlfriend’s situation in outside. He is still insisting his decision.Because he knew now, at present really does not have the means to let her be happy. What he wants is the permanent love, but is not at present the short romantic.The separated love, is enduring the ache decidedly, pretends callously, thinks otherwise to her. Meeting each time, the innumerable times want to hug her, the innumerable times want to explain the pain at heart. But. . . .Can only recall her quietly in the dream, her smile, her frown and smile. That is worth the flavor. (more…)