A very short one.Long time no see. Not long ago, one of my high school classmates, with whom I have lost contact for five years, surprisingly talked to me via WeChat.He said he wanted to ask me for some professional advice of being a journalist. I said ok, though I am not professional at all.We were having a nice conversation on the daily work of a reporter. Yes, my whole attention was focusing on the limited journalistic experiences of mine.Then a message of him bumped in, I stopped typing, to read his message. In a moment a picture of his face took over my screen!I was stunned. “What the xx is that?” And then his asked me: “You think I am more handsome than five years ago?”If I was talking to him face to face, I would by all means reply: “What’s wrong with your mind?” And I indeed typed “你有病啊。” Luckily I didn’t send this message to him because I suddenly realized it would destroy his impression of me. I used to be so polite and nice. If I send this message to him, I would not only threaten my positive face but also his.So after I cooled down I stared at his face and retyped the message. It reads: “Oh, you look whiter than before!” He said thanks. And at last we had a very nice conversation.I have to say WeChat give me the time and space to rethink what I want to say. Through WeChat what you can give to your interactant is not the instant answer but the more appropriate one. And even if you have send them an awkward reply, your will be able to withdraw(撤回) it within two minutes. Some people are especially emotional, like me, but thanks to the time and space WeChat give me, so that I can get my sense back before I say something stupid.

Not long ago, I finished the three-month internship at a local station of a national newspaper. My tutor, or the chief editor of the station asked me to write a summary of my work, if I wished to. Yes, I do want to sum up and think deep about all the things I’ve experienced as a start-up journalist. But I do not want to take it as another writing task, I prefer to write it my own way with a hundred percent of my true feeling injected , so here I am. This paper can’t wrap up every moment I’ve experienced, but I do have one main point to make. When you are working for the country, especially at a press, you have to always remember , part of you belong to your country, and part of you belong to yourself. Actually, that’s what’s said to be a core value taught in China: social responsibility and personal freedom, you can have both at the same time or you can have none. You have to keep the balance. Because the news station just got started a year ago, so most of news resources were offered by the local government when I was here, though sometimes we did conduct independent interviews and write columns. That sort of defined my job: “witness of important reforms and progress made by the government.” It’s not only for one time I saw the word propaganda in documents offered by a news conference, and for every time I tried my best to ignore this word in case it contradicts with the tenet I was taught: news should not equal to propaganda. But later I had to face the question when I began to write the reports. You know what’s the most difficult thing about being a journalist？You are supposed to know everything but actually you don’t. It is especially so for a intern, being lack of time and proper way of doing so. Still, I had to grapple with a report, with the abyss of being the mouthpiece looking at me. Luckily I finally found a way to look it back. That is to let the truth go first and even though propaganda may be inevitable, don’t let it become the leading role. There is a line in the TV series newsroom, one of not many shows on the work and life of news people: “There is a hole in the side of the boat. That hole is never going to be fixed, and it’s never going away and you can’t get a new boat. This is your boat. What you have to do, is to bail water out faster than it’s coming in.” I think that’s the main reason why I want to be a journalist in the future, because I see there is the tool to bail water out, that’s my faith and my pen. So keeping the balance and also to know what is the pivot is what I learned during the work. Finally, I would like to end this article with a saying by a young Chinese singer, it may not be his original word and it goes like: If I am a scales, what I need to do, no matter what people are putting on me, is to keep myself stable. That’s my wish for myself too.

Being a member of the generation raised with TV and computer, there is little doubt that I’ve devoted much of my extra time on many of the TV series displayed on them, not only TV series of my own country, but also, as China’s opening up to world, from many other countries.This is not only a process of whiling away time and having fun, but also to capture a view of the various cultures and lives of countries far away.So in this article, I am going to share my personal views on the dramas I’ve watched from a limited numbers of countries.1.TV series in ChinaKey words: idol drama, hot issues, time travel, history reviewThose watched most on TV and online video platforms are always played by gorgeous actors and actress. They don’t have to be so skilled at performance as long as their looks are pretty; the script don’t have to be exceptional and innovative as long as the “prince” and the “cinderella” are finally together and live happily ever after. Also, there are a portion of shows that featuring the reality life that keep pace with the time to show the problems facing modern Chinese famlies. But for me, I seldom watch them, cause life is already pathetic, why should I experience it again and again in such an virtual world?Then, what about carrying on the imagination and watching something exciting? Yeah, that’s about traveling back to the ancient times with a modern brain or vice verse, a trend in Chinese TV series that rose to popularity in 2011 and gradually lose its momentum. Maybe the screenwriter should try more different versions of time-travel dramas instead of making the protagnists busy in love.For the dramas that catch the most of my attention are those telling historic stories. No matter they are accurate records of history or not, we can always look into the ups and downs of the history and learn from the wisdom of those trully existed characters. That’s the treasure of the Chinese culture. But history is not infinite, the materials are limited. Maybe there is more for us to do to creat a history that providing our next generation with enlightenment and proudness.Summing up: I am not trying to say that all Chinese dramas are not good enough. In the past, I can sit before the TV for all night while now it may only take me five minutes or less to finish an episode of 40 minutes. Is it me who are changing or the quality of the TV series made in China? This is a question to be found out.Well, it seems that I’ve shed too much words over Chinese dramas, so I would like to write about those in US, UK, Japan, and Tailand for next time. Welcome to share your views.

There is nothing worse than being abandoned by all people around you. That's the situation facing an eight-year-old boy in a village in Southwest China's Sichuan province. The whole village appealed against him to leave the place for he's being affected with AIDS. Yes, I understand the villagers fear that it's a disease that might also bring disaster to others when the virus got transmitted through blood or the other channel. Most of us, me included, worry about being physically injured by external causes–disease, accidents and attacks, and we are all trying to be alerted with the potential risks around that might endanger our life. We are all doing the best to protect our body from being affected and harmed and imperfect. That is, no doubt, the instinction of human being. But what about the soul? Have we done enough to prevent our soul, the invisible part of us, from being marred, corrupted or even depraved? The soul and body are such two different things. One can smile to a person but swear when turns back; one might sweep inside but lol as facing others; one can also look decent and comfortable in front of people but tainted and obscene at other situation. It doesn't bother us to play two or more roles, but the question is we are prone to focusing on the vulnerability of the body while neglecting the delicacy of the soul. In fact, the soul is easily misled. An example is the raft of corrupted officuals. They must know in advance that money and power and beauties may contaminate their soul as the virus batter the body, but they are still willing to enjoy the transitory fantasy. Though it's incomprehensible that the soul should be joined to the body, and we should not have the soul, as the philosopher Blaise Pascal said, it's our body and our soul that combined to form a person. So, for a person but not the "wind in trousers", it'd be better to keep the balance between the two parts and place the same emphasize on them, in case one day the widening gap may be too late to recover.

Every time when asked that question, the number FIVE highlighted itself in my mind. Of course it was not told by a prophet or a fortune-teller, but I tend to regard this number as my lucky number. The reason is simple, there is the number 5 in the year I born, the month I born, the floor I live. I studied in the fifth class through primary school to high school. Under so many occasions where I encountered the number 5 that I became so familiar with it than any other numbers. It's a really strange thing when you became close to an entity through accumulated coincidences, but it is also a lucky thing because it to some extend helps you define yourself and define your life, though in a rather idealistic way.Actually, coincidence happens in one’s life can sometimes be a really beautiful experience, though there seems to be no reason behind it. I once acquainted a girl through a volunteer group. We grew close ties during various volunteering jobs. After both of us quitted the job, I thought our friendship might cool down for the only ties between us was gone and we would start to live our separate lives.However to my surprise, I can’t even count how many times I have met her by accident, in the streets, in a random classroom, in the canteens. Both of us didn’t intend for an encounter but it just happened. Even one time, when I was standing in front of a remote and newly-build railway station, about to catch a train. It was a rainy day and the place was wild but without a soul. A flash of loneliness stroke me but the next minute it was replaced by joy and surprise: my dear friends came towards me from the middle of nowhere, said:” Oh, hello again.” We smiled, greeted simply and then departed. It since makes her a special and precious friend to me, a friend that not only based on mutual interests and communication, but only beautiful coincidences.

It is universally acknowledged that audiences of news reports inclined to read the news they care about, so for college students, they are more often focused on news centering around campus life, though most of the time, news wildly circulated, concerned and discussed are those bad and depressing ones. In recent months, from August up to now, there emerge the news on female college students falling victims to illegal vehicles; university teachers having affairs with students as well as an array of reports of students commit suicide by jumping off buildings. This article will focus on the last one: suicides. Well so much so concentrated negative stories shouldn’t give people a impression that campus life is that tragic. Generally speaking, for most it’s a precious and vigorous experience. But still, as media are so dedicated to the dark side of campus life, it might be a chance for us to look at those issues bothering college students and find ways together to overcome and embrace tomorrow rather than death. Few reports on college suicide give the motives, for one thing, this is a personal issue; for second, people, especially teenagers are less understandable for others. In light of the student who jump off a building in Renmin University of China, no one can tell why such an outgoing and outstanding person would seek to death. It is true that the digital world and information era keeps it’s users in isolated boxes, a place impenetrable to other people. Communications become ambiguous and life occupied by exchanges with screens. It’s the time when you realized how rare and precious a heart-to-heart talk with friend is. Besides a lack of spiritual communication, there are also various of pressures taking out the breath of those on the list of graduation. The process is complicated, while the attitude is simple: being persistent. Persist in being who you are; persist in getting what you want and persist in being alive. There is a saying goes like that, find what you love and let it kill you. Though it’s a little extreme, but what’s the reason to end one’s life before encounter the one thing worth a whole life to work for? In all, college life is a fruitful stage for most people. Bad things happen, but it won’t represent what university is all about, finally, it’s for everyone to experience by themselves.

When asked by their children: “Mom/Dad, where do I come from”, most Chinese parents are reluctant to tell and too shy to pronounce the answer: sex. Actually, sex education in China should draw attention of adults, especially of parents as children nowadays inclined to grow premature under the effect of the Internet, with so much so materials concerning sex are accessible to all ages. It seems to be the right time for parents to cultivate their sweethearts with the correct and healthy knowledge on sex, instead of allowing the misleading ones on the Internet or obtained through other channels to take leads. As a female, I will talk about the importance of instructing sex to girls first. There has always been the news that young girls being raped. The reasons behind it, is not only concerned with the raper, but also the innocence of the girl. Some victims don’t even know what the man was doing to them until bad things happen. For example, a friend of mine told me that when she was about the age of nine or ten, never learned of anything about sex or sexual harassment, was playing around her own house, and a stranger man came and cuddled her. At first she thought the man was showing his affection to a pretty child, while then she started to sense danger as the man pressed his lips against hers. She’s lucky that the man did nothing more for some one was coming towards them from far away. The girl dared not to tell her parents about being humiliated but such experience never fade away. Knowledge is the weapon, and knowledge on sex can be a good weapon for girls to be conscious of the danger of sex harassment and take action before falling victims to some bad guys. If you don’t want your children to be Tess of the D'Urbervilles, don’t consider innocence or purity as a good property of children, it is another version of ignorance. The second reason I can give is that teaching your children the right stuff before battery of extorted information and pictures and videos and games online deprive the child’s right to know that sex is not purely for enjoyment and a relief of desire, but a holy experience that guarantees the continuation of human species. Tell them it is not a secret thing and should done in a hidden way, but should be conducted in the right time with the right person for the right purposes. It just needs a little courage of the parents to say so, but it might change the life of your children and of the others’. The tendency to wrong-doings and extorted desires mostly arise in childhood, especially when rational and accurate education is scarce. So, next time, when your children ask you something about sex, don’t falter or shy away, or made up a story to cheat them, do some research and find a proper way to give them a right impression about the normal process of human life. Also when the school is having a biological class, don’t let alone your students snicker at the naked pictures of man and woman on the textbook, but teach them something really useful. Children deserve to know better about sex than anyone else. This article is written on the perspective of children,(though I am already a grown-up), so dear parents, what’s your view?

Am I the first one here to write something about south China’s Jiangxi Province, a plain province surrounded by it’s bling-bling wealthy neighbors of Guangdong, Fujian and Zhejiang? Well then, it is my honor to talk about the place where I spent four years of my college life. If one happens to visit Jiangxi, in winter, or any other seasons, it is a good idea to try it’s clay pot soup or crock soup, a local delicacy which has a history of over a thousand years. Usually in every clay pot soup restaurant, there is one or more giant crocks with a number of small clay pots laid on each of the iron layers inside the giant container, simmering for around seven to twelve hours before served to eaters. There are a range of soups on the list, most common collocations are meatball with eggs; pork ribs or black chicken. Long time of simmering in a clay pot helps to exploit fully of the material’s ingredients and make the soup fragrant, nutritious and also very hot, though the pot carrying the soup is no bigger than a coffee cup, it takes a long time to finish it if you don’t want to get your tongue numb. After finishing it in a cold day in winter, you will feel the blood circulating your whole body turn smooth and warm, also for me, there comes a good mood, and the effect is even better than eating sweet food. While recently, it is reported that the clay pot soup have also been sent to Antarctic to serve the Chinese expedition teams there. The soup, made in a traditional way and kept in self-heating cans is warmly welcomed by the explorers. Soup that is nutritious is always a healthy choice of diet, they are easy to take in, entitle you with energy without adding too much weight. And one more piece of advice at the end, if you happen to try the clay pot soup in some day, please puff and sip, don’t rush to it, because the soup is no less hotter than McDonald's coffee. Here are some pics for your imagination: The giant crock Inside the giant crock. What we usually eat for breakfast: clay pot soup and rice noodles.

There was a period of time, when I found myself always in an unstable mood. I taunted at and squabble with my parents every time they held different views with me. I was addicted to overeating and wondering at night all alone. I kept asking myself what was wrong and how could I fix the situation. Fortunately, it was a dream at one night happened to be the cure which brought me to the sunlight again. In the dream world, as I rose up one morning, looking at the mirror, I saw the person in the mirror smiling at me. It was such a warm smile that I just forgot I was not smiling then. Meantime that girl inside the mirror just came out like a cloned me and held my hands, saying: “From then on, I will always be with you.” Of course she kept her promise: both of us go to the canteen together, wonder in the sunshine, meet other people. She knew exactly what I was thinking about and what I wanted. She was always by my side, with that warm simile, and made me feel so secured and contented. While even as I plunged into the dream world, there was a flash of thought stroke my mind: was I just dreaming? I could never have such a perfect friend like her. I was always alone. Yeah, it must be a dream, I told myself so, calmly and sadly. After that, I woke up. And the sun was shining outside.There was no more trace of that girl. As I have a habit to interpret some of the odd dreams of mine, I began to interpret this one. And shortly after I came up with a rather satisfied interpretation: I was lonely. I was so lonely that I dreamed of a friend who would stick to me. I was so lonely that I vented the frustration triggered by loneliness on my parents to whom I need not to hide my feelings. I was so lonely that I resorted to food to fill the big, empty hole in my spirit. I was lonely, but I was also ignoring the fact, that I was in want of friends. Thanks to the dream, I found the kernel of my “mental” problem. The next step would be just to suit the remedy to the case: to make friends, maybe not for a lifelong purpose, but just a true and sincere friend at the moment will be enough. A lucky dog I am, as I set to open my heart and communicate with peers nearby, I soon targeted a friend whom I can talk to and rely on; who helped me out of the dark days in my life. And now we became best friends. I was thankful that I reacted to the dream so quickly and braved the true feelings in my mind so as not to make the situation worse . However, it doesn’t stop here. Recently, I had another dream of a similar type: there was a handsome man who showed up in my life and said to me, “From then on, I will always be with you. ” Oh, no! Anyway, happy November, and happy the incoming Singles' day.

The first time I’ve learnt something about homosexuality, is when I read Oscar Wilde’s book De Profundis, a long letter he wrote in prison to his ex-lover, a man. What stroke me in the book was not the appeals and blames Wilde laid between his words against the injustice of society and selfishness of his ex-boyfriend, but that while reading the story, I totally forgot his was loving a man, but just loving someone, and would give the best to him like all those others falling in love. So, although it is my first time to know that homosexuals really exist, I feel nothing but deeply moved, and appreciate the author even more. Now more than a hundred years past, gays today in most west countries and some of the other nations and regions in the world appear to be more lucky than those in Wilde’s time. The situation in China, is also improving. Despite of that, there are still some general problems that facing homos in China now, either in a personal or societal way, and I want to talk about some of the problems I know of according to stories I heard form either my homo friends or interviews through Internet. The first one is that whether their parents will be able to accept their sexual orientation. Because our parents' generation knows so little about such things that they might not be able to jump out of the box of heterosexuality all of a sudden. When been put in such a dilemma, some people choose not to come out of the closet but resort to lavender marriage, thus creating an appearance of heterosexuality. Some choose to come out of the closet, painfully but at least more relieved. I always think it is a better choice to tell parents about who you are even at the last second until it is too late. If you are brave enough to face a life-long bondage of hiding your identity, why can’t you have the courage to face your parents’ broken hearts, plus they are heart-broken because they think you might suffering for that, so it might also be better to tell them at a time when you’re mature and independent and powerful enough. Although speak truth is a painful thing, to be forced to tell lies is much worse. The second problem I can think about is social pressure, while it is really not as serious as before. Thanks to the Internet, which brought all forms of Boy Love (BL), including BL fictions, BL radio dramas or chat-rooms ubiquitous on the virtual world, a growing number of people in reality now grow an understanding or even affection towards the relationship between gays and lesbians. Though there are still lots of those who live in rural areas can hardly change their deep-rooted thinking patterns, as more people, young people especially, settle down in more advanced urban areas, they will find themselves more acceptable by peers around. Also, if your parents can accept who you are, than that will just overshadows all other barricades. Just as Oscar Wilde said: “I would not care about being loved on false pretences. There is no reason why a man should show his life to the world. The world does not understand things. ” That’s the thing, there is no need to explain, especially to those whose affection you desire not.