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王 长其

天蝎---的梦魇```

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6 February

happy new year!

 long time no come here!
 似乎遗忘的角落里,仍在努力的记忆着什么......
  Happy New Year !  - 2008  新年快乐! 
 
             For all my friends ,and family...G ood luck!
15 February

Happy New Year

                 Now it is wonderful to see the sunshine everyday . No sun no sun has gone .Blue sky ,white snow and ice are still one part of my life.
                 Everyday thinking and thinking .Suddenly , find New Year is coming soon in China.That is a great ,excited and wonderful time .Feeling the time is going as flight. OK...
 
                 Happy New Year!--- My family ,my friends ...And have a luck in a new year,for you and for myself.
 
                 Godt Nytt År!
9 December

to get ,to hold ,to keep...

            Now,I have to face to the fact that there is no sunny everyday. When i wake up ,maybe in the morning ,maybe in the afternoon.It always looks like so duck outside ,this is a crazy place,a crazy weather.
            No sun no power.So the colourful outside-world is disappear in my life ,only leaving the single ,the duck night.Only keeping the nice memery when I feel dull and lonely. At this time ,the dreams is going on in this small space.I don`t know which one is belonged to me,which is the real world...I am looking for ```.Maybe nothing ,maybe one night it will come ove to me.
            I am just expected to get ,to hold,to keep...
18 November

Water can`t back

                         Not wind to make water to flow
                         It is low
                         It is a kind of distance
 
                         I look at the water by the moon
                         The flowing water ,glittering and translucent
                         It seems like a lot of shells to be abandoned in the beach
 
                          Spirit ,lowing and lowing snowly
                          In the deepth ,the thirst to been acrossed between history and me
                          The hand which is getting to the pottery ,and the jujube ,the finger is closed to
 
                          But it closed which is to face the endless and then get closed to the hopeless 
 
                           I am getting lower
                                            to let the river-water resist to the face
 
                          To listen to the ancient zither is played by the moon
                           A pretty song is singing by itself:
                                              `High hills which are out of the hills
                                                      Water which is inside the water`