If youre in pitch blackness, all you can do is sitting tight until your eyes get used to the dark.
Today I ran for an hour and ten minutes, listening on my Walkman to two albums by the Lovin Spoonful-Daydream and Hums of the Lovin Spoonful-which Id recorded on an MD disc.
Youre not your job. Youre not how much money you have in the bank. Youre not the car you drive. Youre not the contents of your wallet. Youre not your fuking khakis. You are the all-sing, all-dancing crap of the world. Today.I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.Reading for the rise of China，In my dreams the sceneries so divine
So many years far from homeland
But nothing can ever change it
The Chinese heart of mine
Western outfits dress me
my heart will always be Chinese
My ancestors branded my heart
with a Chinese mark
Changjiang, Changcheng, Huangshan, Huanghe
They are irreplaceable in my heart
No matter when, or no matter where
My heartll never leave
The blood that flows through my veins
Roaring -- “China”-- thats the name
Even I was born in a foreign land
It cant change my Chinese heart.