Happen to notice old pictures in my blog are with broken url now. Reread them is interesting. The photos are actually not that good. Chinese description is good with the details, English is rather bad. It doesn't mean I am a better photographer now. For so many years go without a real camera, I haven't improve any skills with those lens. But my eyes are sharper. So editing and thinking about pictures on iPhone really helps? Hua Yihe said you are a master of the tense and hue, although it is just a low quality mobile photo. Maybe that's the same about writing.
In work, have been writing in English seriously for about two years. The beginning is pretty simple: why not? Why don't I resume some writing, even it is in English. Then I've got a luxury environment, those big guys provide guidance. In all aspects: what to write? what do you really want to say? What's the point? In one word: don't be stupid. Don't waste the reader's time. And finally almost every word is polished by the native speaker. Every word is a learning.
It's all about substruction. Remove unnecessary words. Be condensed.

What matters is not what you thought a perfect work at that time. But those details will have its own independent life. So better just write down the trivals now.

Also a lot of q&a with the mentor. The best things of the job are these indirect parts, coaching trainings, mentoring programs. He asked,, so what's your own development plan? All you talk about is how u r doing things. That's important. But what's your overall direction? It's more important. To be honest I don't know. There are people passionate to be great, but I am not. It's a shame after many years u'r still that kind of 'with potentials'. So the next round I tried to answer this after clarifying lots of confusions while doing things. I am happy to be a technical expert. Then when talked about more details of requirements of next level, think about what u lack and work towards it, he said. U want the next level? Yes, why not. I said. I knew it's correct, but the small voice inside me started: but... I don't like that. I know I will never really consult anyone about how to succeed. In some dimension, that's not important for life: there are dozens of real troubles u need to work them out daily.
It's always like this. In the high school reunion the year before. Finally I got the chance to sit besides Teacher Du and sincerely thanked him for all the enlightenment he had given. That has a big impact on me. He was beaming up: I feel the real happiness now. He really meant that. He's always like this way. Teacher Li recalled once in casual that I was that kind of once per ten years student in this well reputationed high school. But so far I achieve nothing. Is that important, either? I guess not.

Now I see why Patricia who is purely mathematics oriented loves to learn different languages and why Nora said, to practice her brain she starts another language Arabian. It's actually something like Math. A set of rules and the meaningful world is constructed on these rules. A native speaker won't feel the rules much. But the new learner relys on them. It's all about logic. And all rules are practically simplified. That's interesting. The very basics of thinking differ in different languages.
Mango app is rather a good tool. So when I walked up stairs and murmured the chants of 'Die Herrentoilette ist rechts und die Damentoilette ist gleich links daneben', it feels very super-realistic.
Sorry that I didn't really learn some Japanese. At least for travels it worth doing that. The next one in my list. With mango it's possible.
But this doesn't work for kids. Mango uses logic deduction, that is not a kid's best way. They simply feel things.

 

有些奇怪的想法。
人们广泛联络，然而越发觉得最终没有人会想联络，又能如何？个体最终回归寂静，利益对此毫无作用。
企业内创业，也是权宜，要走的还会走，将不愿迁就，甚至都不是为创业。
鼓动会日益困难，你为个体生活，这生活里没有宏大主题，只有离散细节。
 

焦虑烦躁，状态不好。前一阵工作并行事务太多感觉很差，清理了一通头绪，觉得一部分应该放松不在乎，于是松了点。
但转眼兜要期末考了，又莫名焦虑，她自己并没感觉，也不懂要复习。学习普通但最近逐步有进展，我知道要压住自己的情绪但还是烦躁。
也不知是否和上了一天夜班有关。
太用力？
在维也纳从moedling归程火车上Otto摇头说，我知道这对你还不够。我很难满足吗？
然而我并不知道自己要什么。周游世界吗？不需要。周五说起dirk刚从黄石公园周游回来，peter说也想这样，我没插话，太遥远，与我的生活无关。满朋友圈周游世界也木然。我知道如今自己去趟维也纳都离开得万分勉强，旅行什么也医治不了。
也许问题的实质是我从来没有为自己真正的目标全力以赴过。甚至是，真正的目标是什么？
做你自己，但自己又是谁呢？
甚至，你不停地画又是为什么？你要画什么？
或者只是，最近画少了？

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On the flight, finished all Chinese movies available. They are good. Some plots you know that are made up. But now you are more tolerate, the small things that are so true in an untrue story just make you sad the same. You know how this world runs. You don't comment on those imperfect things. They are all like this. That's fine. But now you can see the hidden glory. The precious small moments easily touch you. I guess that is what so called aging.
Your book is left in the luggage. You remember last year on the flight, a man sat in front of you was reading exactly the same book you read at home. Literature remembrance. An unpopular one. It was such a nice coincident. What would you do? Sat smiling. That was all. But you would remember that moment .
The last night, wandering in the streets around Pratter. Where was it? You checked the map, Ilgl platz or something. Three little boys were playing football in the small park. Old people sat around. The sun was setting.
At that time you didn't want to walk away. You wanted to sit there forever.
'Marco!' Then an old grandpa called the boy up. He counted out three white candies to the boy: This is for Marco, this is for your brother ...and for... You didn't get the other two names. Actually You ccouldn't understand the language. But you knew exactly what he said. Then the boy ran to his friends and shared the candy. Then he walked away. He was not the real grandpa, just a neighbor.
And the first morning, wandering on the streets when got up too early. A tree in full blossom was a block away. You had to come over to it. When enjoyed your time under the tree with head up, a woman passing by stopped in such a cheerful voice: S
hoen? Sehr shoen. You confirmed. Then came the important part, she started to say: Das ist.... She would tell you what tree it was and its story if you could get the main sentence.
But that doesn't matter. It was a sunny bright happy morning. A morning you would feel you are blessed.
Global influence, or run something globally, that is what they expect you to do. But such a statement sounds so false. How could you impact globally, when the world is so big and people are living in so many different slots seldomly have any intersection? You could only do things locally. You live a very local life in this Babel tower world.
And you will remember the people you saw in the back row of musikverein nine years ago. You will remember the day you took a wrong turn and stepped on a wrong stair in that old little hotel. Girls were folding sheets there, talking, and the sun was shinning in. You could only went up the stairs silently, into the warmth of the moment, went on and on, and finally passed the moment without a word.
Nine years later, you are in the same city. You remember the sun spots on the white sheets. But you don't visit all those famous buildings and you aren't in the same hotel any more. And you won't try to find it. You won't.

2015.2

Happy travels in the winter vacation.

My 'luggage': We are ready to travel now. 

Off to see the world, my Huckleberry friends.

 

Then they are crazy in the snow. Basically we can't move anywhere because they stop wherever there is a snow pile. The problem is, there are snow piles everywhere. 

 

A walk with penguins

DoDo in her rabbit hat. The ski performance in the park is very cool. A nice surprise when walk back at night.

Her funny self print in the snow, including the rabbit ears. Actually I also like another rabbit print very much, with her friend hand in hand, but my mobile didn't catch it well. 

The new year's even is at Grandma's home. Snacks (water melon seeds) in balcony in winter sun shine. And this interesting auto Majiong machine. Kids are fascinated in it, and tends to mess it up. I put it into both kids vacation report. But I guess the teacher won't like this gambling topic. :P

In south China it's really already spring. Back to my father's hometown.

Our water fall tour in a very fog day. Dad is very happy in his place.

And the happy merry-go-around there. No long queue there as in Shanghai. :)