Dreams

               ---  by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly

Hold fast to your dreams

For when dreams go

Life is the a barren field

Frozen with snow

i like this small beautiful poem ..

it is easy and short ,yet its meaning is encouraging..

so just hold fast to our dreams...

i am thinking of writng some beautiful  articles

but i have nothing to write about ,,,

maybe i can write stories about how a fat bear struggle to survive Beijing's bad weather ...

or maybe stories about Dulanzi's experience of losing weight ,

or wintermushroom's being a sexy woman ,hahaha

i made some post cards yesterday ...

i should have made a manmade map beacuse i planned to draw one

but later i found out that it is very difficult ,and i should make some  more preparations before i start

my appetite is not so good recently ,,,,

haha ..

it is so unusual  that even myself can't believe it ...

i feel a little bit sick ...and feel like vomiting ....

especially  after a busride or a drive ,,,

it is so uncomfortable ,,,

wow ...there must be something wrong with me - -

i think the orange juice we drank on gulang island is very good ,

and i want to drink more ,

i want to buy a pair of pumps  ,but i can't find one that  really suits me

ok ,,that' s all fortoday ,,,

actually the purpose of writing this article is to post this poem ,,

i hope you like it ..