浮生六记

    I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.

    I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life！

    To put to rout all that was not life.

    And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

    This is the poetry of American poet Walt Whitman as well as the opening chapter of the story 'Death Poets Society'.

 

    It's a tad depressing but a perfect ending. It didn't need anything more. You didn't need to know what happened to Keating. You didn't need to know what happened to the boys. Everything was summed up in the few words put over in the scene and Williams' final 'Thank you, Boys'.

    Though it was a flim made in 1989. And the story was out of our experience. We can still learn something from it, such as thinking our fantasy and choice.

    Prison Break Season 2 eventually came to an end last week. When I saw Season 1 of it, I was fully absorbed in it. Though Season 2 was't as good as Season 1 and it was basically departed from the subject of prison break, appropriately callling flee, there was some highlights such as Kellerman's betray, his smile when facing to death , Mahone's wisdom and so on. The performance of Scrofield in Season 2 was less wonderful than that in Season 1. However, after leaving the prison, the sentimental play between Sarah and Scrofield had bigger development space. It is said that Season 3 has been prepeared to shot by Fox.

    Recently my roommates and friends has tended to watch American series one after another.(24 Hours, Lost, Desperate Housewife, Heroes...) We all feel that traditional Chinese series has already been nonattractive to us. The plot of American series is fresh to us as well as the way its broadc

    I had't intend to open my own blog until Mr Stone required us to do it to write passages in English. So I took advantage of this opportunity to improve my writing skills as well as self-expression_r.

    Many friends of mine opened blog and space here and there. It's a window for me to know about their living situation. Before, I was the reader, but now I am the author. I know that writing in English is to display my slight skill before an expert. Everybody can point out my mistakes. I will be deeply grateful.

    Everything is hard in the beginning and to perserve. I have confidence in myself.

    The title of my blog comes from an old Chinese book, named 'Six Chapters of a Floating Life', which was translated by my favorite writer Lin Yu Tang. The name of the book actually stemmed from Li Bai (“Ah, this floating life, like a dream…T