多少惆悵揮不去
多少輕嘆留心中
讀長歌行感傷世
小不忍則亂大謀
（考試，我忍你）
2013年12月11日 星期三
2013年12月8日 星期日
寂寞
香港的零時時分，你認為是晚嗎？走到銅鑼灣，名副其實聲音的嘈雜程度如銅鑼，滿街都是形形色色的人，背後有著不同的故事。
但今天不一樣。
今天是平安夜。
街上沒半點聲響。
女友和我分手了。
平安夜，本應是和家人、至親一起慶祝的日子。但在五年前，父母一同安詳離去。兩個妹妹早已成家，小妹遠嫁外國，大妹留在香港，也許是怕我這個不中用的大哥寂寞。獨自躺在牀上發呆，眼睛凝視在粉色的假天花，魂魄好像也離我而去。
電話響起了。我費了很大的勁才能從牀上爬起來接電話，是大妹。
「喂。」「哥，今晚是平安夜，來我這裏慶祝，反正咱們父母走了以後我們兄妹很久沒有聊了。」「哦。」「那待會見囉！」
省略問句，永遠是大妹的風格，一點也沒有商討的餘地。嘆了一口氣，我穿起了大衣，踏進了漫漫長夜。
凝望蒼穹，天上一顆星星也沒有。耶穌出生時可不是滿天星星?現在望著一片漆黑，星星可沒有離去，但被人們親手塗黑了。
「叮噹！」
迎接我的，是久違的溫暖。兩個妹妹也在！大妹微笑著說：「我們掛念你，小妹更從外國回來探望，我們想給你一個驚喜才不告訴你去接小妹的航機。」小妹跌進了我的懷中哭了：「哥，我想你。」
小妹，我也想妳。
大妹，謝謝妳。
兩個妹妹，我愛妳們。
這個平安夜，我不再寂寞。
2013年12月6日 星期五
《失物記》
一看見「失物記」這題目，相信大家心中都會浮起一段段記憶剪影，一次次難忘的經驗。「人有失足，馬有失蹄」，每個人都有失物的經驗，殊不足怪，到最後失而復得，哭笑不得又或喜極而泣，數年後回顧當時，也只有付諸一笑了。可是那次失物，不但在我心中留下難以磨滅的印記，還令我痛心疾首、懊悔不堪。
這在我上四年級的一個早上，我趕著衝出門口，朝電梯按鈕按了又按，忽然聽見母親夾著咳嗽的聲音：「喂！別忘了要帶毛衣啊，咳咳！」我又忙不迭地從站在門口的母親手中奪過毛衣，飛快地奔到電梯旁，上學去了。這看來只是一次遲到經過的小插曲罷。
及時回到學校，我才我有喘口氣的時間。我把毛衣隨手一擲，就把它忘掉了。晚上，我慢條斯理地度步到家門，驀地發現毛衣已不知所蹤，猜想毛衣應掉在學校裡了，不以為意。母親在客廳中看到我，劈頭就問：「毛衣呢？」我心煩意亂，但也如實說了。母親道：「那你明早穿什麼上學？你不怕冷嗎？」我更不耐煩，拋出一句「不怕！」就大聲關上房門，仍有餘憤地做起功課來。心裡想著的是：管你大吵大鬧，我在房裡自做家課，耳根清淨。
但是，我卻想起，昨晚母親在客廳一邊拿著針線不斷遊走，一邊哼著一首不知名的曲調，什麼「守中線」、「柚子」、「身尚衣」云云。不知唱些甚麼？就這樣，我與母親就在一片隔閡下度過漫長的夜晚。
豈料翌日，我仍舊找不見毛衣。我心下懊悔，但在一股倔強之氣的驅使下，不斷跟母親理論，又重演昨日情景，把房門重重關上。
房門外德出一陣陣哼歌聲：「誰言寸草心，報得三春暉……咳咳……」然後歌聲戛然而止。我從門縫中看門外，看見媽媽倒臥在地。我立刻衝出門外，看到她手中仍拿著針線，雙目緊閉……
接下來的事，我也不甚記得了。我母親是因為疲勞過度而暈倒了的，當我看見母親醒來時，一切都不重要了。我緊握著她帶著微溫的手掌，說道：「對不起，媽媽！」她問道：「毛衣呢？」我答：「失去了就失去了，不用再為我織了！」
回到現在，我失去的毛衣終究沒找回，母親久病纏綿，也不能再為我織衣了。可是我得到的，是個教訓。不論那毛衣合不合身、寒酸與否，還有有否失去，都象徵著母親無微不至的關心。我心下暗許，我永遠不會辜負媽媽，不會將母親對我的關愛拋諸腦後。
想到此，我耳畔間彷彿響起了母親的歌謠：
慈母手中線，遊子身上衣。
臨行密密縫，意恐遲遲歸。
誰言寸草心，報得三春暉。
2013年12月4日 星期三
2013年11月19日 星期二
Life of mine
Life is a journey
no matter how it is commented
it's still mine
I always imagine,
myself scooting through the wind
flying with the freed birds
scanning the glorious scenery below
But then, my life can be a salmon
the passion to reach my destination,
I am going to
pass the sea gulls and bears,
swimming up the always rushing stream,
unafraid
My life is hard and challenging,
but I will not fall back,
as I know flowers are blooming inside my hearts,
and so I will fly high and step over the stumbling block
and complete my journey.
no matter how it is commented
it's still mine
I always imagine,
myself scooting through the wind
flying with the freed birds
scanning the glorious scenery below
But then, my life can be a salmon
the passion to reach my destination,
I am going to
pass the sea gulls and bears,
swimming up the always rushing stream,
unafraid
My life is hard and challenging,
but I will not fall back,
as I know flowers are blooming inside my hearts,
and so I will fly high and step over the stumbling block
and complete my journey.
2013年11月18日 星期一
Men in wild
This was the first time I have ever seen light in these three days, as I was put into the prison box. Light is precious to me, but it also means something cruel else.
Why I was being put into prison? It is very common nowadays that innocent people are being arrested for some reasons which are very hard to convince the people. It is because I was considered to be a rebellion group member, then two policemen were sent to catch me, and I had got a chance to escape, but because of my poverty, I was escorted to the court.
Seeing through the non-breakable window which is used to separate those suspects and the judge, the listeners and the like, I could see the president of the state gave an almost inpercetible wink to the judge, kinds of giving tips, warning ones. The judge nodded and sentenced me to be a Gladiator, who would fight foul creatures created by some scientists who are working for Mr President Alistair. I remember two of my brothers who were in the rebellion group were sent to the arena to fight, to survive, but then, just after 1 day, they were confirmed dead, my mother and myself cannot remember any of it now, which, I think, is a good sign. I am really ashamed of my two rebellion brothers, as they drew me to the court, as they gave the policemen an excuse to arrest me, who is absolutely innocent.
The days in the prison box seemed to be interminable, as I wait painfully inside it.
I squint my eyes, trying to see things more clearly. Then, a grandeur view is etched inside my brain. A forest with so many trees, so many flowers, and some huts far from me, although it was also created by the game designer. Flutter of wings above me, I find tears dropped from my eyes, this is the last time I can ever see this unreal and beautiful bird. Iwipe my tears when I hear a voice inside my brain, you will have to survive in this area for 3 days, and now pick up the weapons which are placed beside you on the ground now. I look down at the ground, and see a assault rifle, a SMG, a saber and a backpack. I put my knife and the SMG back through my belt, and hold the assault rifle tightly. I look around and choose a bush as my hidden place.
The rifle grows heavier in my hands, as I open my eyes wide, and trying to hear more clearly. "Clark," the sound of stepping on log, I pull the pin out of the assault rifle and aim. I haven't pulled the trigger as I don't want to waste any bullets. " Damn log!", something curses, oh, it is not 'something' but 'someone'. I wonder what he/she is doing here. Then a man creeps out of the mass of trees, holding a assualt rifle same as mine.
I shall not souond, as he might thinks me as an enemy and shoot me without thinking.
A spine-chilling howl, then a shadow running out of trees, dashing toward the man. The man is pressed on the ground by a wolf. No, not exactly a wolf, it is something with sharp teeth like razor, with a head of wolf, but with a human body full of fur, more exactly, a werewolf. It seems to be as evil as the ones in past novels, but they don't turn people to werewolves now, but instead, tearing people into pieces.
I pull the trigger without hesitation while the werewolf growls in pain, and turn his head toward me. Its red eyes burn like coals and makes me shiver. But it has forgotten the man in his clutches, the man put a bunch of bullets through its eyes and mouth, and after a second it was laying on the ground motionlessly. The man's bloodstreak face is now facing me, full of surprise in his eyes. He walks near me and stretches out a hand, and I shake it.
" What are you doing here?" I ask.
" Gladiator, being a rebellion group member which I am proud of."
" What is your number or you know, code? Mine is XM2013"
" My code is XZ7943. Although people now can only have code but I don't feel comfortable of it, so I gave myself a name, Sparks."
" I start wondering if I shall give myself a name too, because..."
" Because what you want to be left to the future is a name, but not a code, a number."
That is not exactly what I want to say, but I nod.
" So, are there any gladiators besides us?" I asked.
" I only know there are two existing now."
A human scream, not far from us, we look at each other and dash.
Then, I see another man is pinned to the ground, surrounded by two werewolves. " You take the left one, I take the right one." my partner's voice calm and determined. I pull the trigger and many holes formed on the skull of it. The two werewolves are thumped on the ground almost at the same time. There red eyes remain unclosed, despite that they are dead, their eyes still flicker the sign of evilness and greediness. Their mouth is left open, with long and sharp teeth ready to strike.
The man who is saved by us come beside us and tap our shoulders, and joke," in fact, I don't really need your help, I can kill them with bare hands." We all blurt out a laugh.
" Hey, you guys should aware of your surroundings when you talk!" Two men slip into our sight and say.
" Do you guys get a name?" I ask.
" Um, maybe Zio, I think I get style when people calling my name." the one who was saved by us says.
" I am a ex-soldier, but I don't have a name but a code. But I think Warlord suits me."
One of the two men answers.
" I am just a civilian, but I love shooting apples with guns when I am small, so I guess my shooting skill is not too bad." The man beside the ex-soldier says.
" Give youself a name." my partner demands in a casual way.
" Um...m, I think Armpit is good, what about you?" he says, with his finger pointing to me.
" Um...m, I think Frankie should be okay, as I like names which were normal in the past." I answer.
Then, a sound resounds in our ears. " Boys, don't be too optimistic, more are coming, and I assure you that this game will end in thirty minutes." We stare at each other, unable to restrain the terror in our eyes. I don't want to die at this wery young age, I have got so many things to do in the future. Oringinally, I had to go to dating with my girlfriend, but just a day before it, I was arrested. And my mum should be watching this now( This is essential even for the low standing of people, as the president thinks that this will bring happiness to people, but then everytime I watch it on the TV, I find it disgusting and terrible. Most people get a memory wipe by some illigal parties, and I do the wipe every year. Somehow, illegal things are right andlawful things are wrong in my eyes. How confusing!
Oh! Back to my mother, she must be crying at first but then stops crying, as she must have used up all her tears. I wonder if she will cry blood-tears out, that must be awful, and imagine if someone with her eyes soaked with red liquid look at you on the street, what you will first do must be screaming, then you go to mental hospital. Better she can get hold of herself. I bet she will hug the model(*1) of my father when she is crying.
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*1after one of your close relatives dies, you will have a model of him/her given by the government. My mum is always angry because the model cannot breathe. How ridiculous! And I am not really agree with this model idea, as it has brought much pain to my mother, which is definitely the opposite of the government purpose.
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I am suddenly awakened by a unprepared tap.
" Hey, Frankie, I am pleased with your concentration, but I think it is not the time for this." Armpit said.
I manage to take a look around me. Oh gosh, three werewolves, surrounding us. Luckily, the back of us is a large rock, so we only need to face our front. With spontaneous understanding, we open fire as they attack us, two of them are shot and are laying on the ground while one of them drags Sparks out of our group. Warlord gets out of our circle before we realize what is happening. He makes a bullet soar through the air and stuck in the werewolf while the werewolf makes four holes on Sparks's legs. Sparks wails in pain, making everyone jolts.
Armpit opens his backpack and find no bandage, and he curses only allow us to hear," I always know that the government won't let us to save people's lives." Warlord doesn't say anything, and cut a very soft tree bark and use it as bandage. We help Sparks get up and help him walk with us. Not so many obstacles, great! We then find a cave which has a exit of one man size but not a 'giant' size of werewolves, and spacious inside. I am really thankful of the game designer, I haven't seen a man as kind as him for a long time.
People are having their nap except me and Warlord. Warlord is some kind of not concentrating.
I tap him and say," are you okay? you seem like a nerd now if you are without the beard and with glasses."
He looks up and says," certainly I am thinking about my past. It was such a misery." Curiosity rises inside me, so I say," tell me about it so you might feel better." He says," Um, okay. Soldiers get a book filling of rules, if you disobey them, you may get into prison or the most serious one, you become a 'gladiator'. One rule is ' Never carry the soldiers with deep injures to get out of the battlefied, as this will lower the efficency of the army.' For once, a friend like my brother was shot in the chest, I saw his desperation of need in his eyes. I dragged him out of the thrashing bullets and carried him to the medical centre. However, he was dead then and the General put me in the military court and I was senteneced to be a 'gladiator'. And I didn't know why I would have such unfair judge as I think I didn't lower the army efficiency."
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Once I open my eyes, I see Warlord's back facing me, while he is humming a song. I look around and see men clutching each other with a small pool of saliva on the ground, still asleep. I stand and tap Warlord's shoulder. He turns to me. He still get red eyes, I wonder if he didn't sleep well or he sobbed.
" Ah! I think I can eat a whole werewolf." Armpit is awake, grumbling about the hunger. Oh yes, it has been 18 hours they haven't got anything to eat. Warlord quickly understands what he is trying to say and grab my arm to go outside. The smell of dead bodies is spreading in the air. We squeeze the nose while searching. Then we find three of them, two of them are left with bones, one still get crows on it. I run towards them and make them scattering. Oh good, what is left is the flesh of its legs. I wonder how it would taste. I use the knife to separate the legs from the body. We hold the tip of them with one hand and squeeze our nose with another hand.
After we have our breakfast, Sparks says," I knew Alistair ( it is strange to hear someone saying the president name directly), if we hide in here for three days, he would make an excuse to kill all of us, we have to fight, we mustn't show ourselves as a coward." Warlord, Zio, Armpit and I nod in agreement, though I am not sure if I really agree with it.
Zio and I walk out of the cave first, then guard the cave, check for uncanny movements or noise while Warlord and Armpit help Sparks out.
" Do you feel better now?" I ask Sparks, looking for answers in his eyes.
" Not too bad." He moans.
" Oh! incoming monsters!" Warlord shouts. He raises the rifle and starts shooting, as we do the same thing too. There are more of them coming today, mass of grey covers the forest. Our bullets do kill many of them, but it is endless, and their hunger isn't affected by the death.
" We have to go back to the cave!" Warlord urges.
" No. We have to go up those rocks, we can occupy a high position and it is good for scouting and shooting. And the entrance of the cave will be stuck by the mass." Zio suggests, with his finger pointing to some rocks which extend towards the sky.
" Then do it quick! Zio and I will get Sparks, you two do the cover!" I yell.
Zio and I lift Sparks up, dashing towards the rocks while Warlord and Armpit keep shooting, then keep up with us. We try to lift Sparks up, but it is unsuccessful. We manage to take out the first row of those lunatics, but there are more coming.
" We might have to give him up." Zio suggests.
" No, you are just kidding, aren't you?" We bellow, feeling anger rising. I have a feeling that something not too good is going to happen. Suddenly, Zio pushes Sparks to the mass while Sparks screams. Sparks is immediately in the clutches of the werewolves. I am dragged by Zio while Warlord and Armpit try to get Sparks out of the clutches of those creatures. Warlord and Armpit back away, surprise to see that no werewolves are chasing them, as all of them have surrounded Sparks, trying to get a piece of flesh.
They climb up the rocks with a rage, purple face. Warlord plucks out the knife, then try to stab Zio when I catch his wrist. His face is going to explode, I think. Zio is shocked to see this, then he defends himself as an innocent man, saying that he saved all our lives.
" You betray your partner!" Armpit yells at him.
" He is no partner of mine, we only work together to survive."
A howl breaks the conservation. Werewolves are trying to climb up the rocks with their claws. Then we are united again. We all pull the trigger as rows of werewolves fall from the rocks onto the mass of their breed. I can see the the blood stained on their purple lips and crimson blood trickling down their cheeks. I can smell the scent of blood, but I cannot divide them into human blood or monster blood. It is great that I am unable to see the corpse of Sparks, for his corpse must be just a skeleton but red one. I look up to search for better sites, good, a cave but with a medium size entrance, which is enough for two people to go in at one time.
" Guys, get up there, I think that cave is okay! We can cover the entrance with several big rocks!" I yell, fingers pointing towards it to indicate where it is.
They agree and we run for it as fast as a leopard. Warlord and Zio are doing the cover while Armpit and I are rolling big rocks for it. Six heavy stones, only smart ones can move them away, while werewolves apparently aren't clever. We hear the scratching and scalping from outside. I imagine the claws of them are all broken, and still they continue scratching, oh, how greedy they are.
Suddenly, I step on something and it goes clark. When I look down with the help of the torch, which is put in my backpack, I am instantly horrified, human skulls! I try comforting myself thimking that the men who was eaten by them didn't do a good job at closing the entrance, though I am not certain if my determination has flickered. I look at the other three, they are having that pale face too, they are thinking about the same thing too. Sleeping is a good cure to my terror, then I lie flat on the ground and sleep.
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The other day I wake up and find it still in dark. I pick up the torch beside and shine. When my eyes once adjust to it, I find my friends are still sleeping. I walk past them to check for noise outside the cave. Still some scratching noises, I wonder why these monsters physical to persist the same action for so long. Human can be the same, I heard that my mother's mother was always chased by a person who was trying to take some money away from her and she was forced to be separated from my mother for a long time to avoid him, she let an uneasy life. Then, my mother said that the man chasing her mother was because her mother borrowed $1000 from that person and now he had to have it back. When my mother went to his house to clear the debt, she found that the man was 84, but still, despite he was quite rich, he is still unable to forget that little amount of money. I can't see why he is so stubborn.
I wait until all of them finish rubbing their eyes and tell them my plan. My plan is simple, we can just push all the rock-doors down and they may crush the monsters bones when they fall down and we earn time too. People say that when you are in emergency, you gain more strength, and we did. The rocks fall as blood splashes, then the monsters back away, and we run before they recover themselves. But then, they soon recover and they are now 6 meters from us. I am urging them to run faster when I see Zio holding a metal tag and he is muttering something anxiously. But then I think he is undecided rather than anxious. Then he catches Armpit and stuffs the metal tag into Armpit's hand and whispers something to him. Armpit is then shaking his head vigorously and I think he is in shock. Just as I want to ask Armpit what did Zio say, Zio turns and halts. He shoots the monsters while the swarm of them surround Zio. We are scared so we keep running and I can now guess what did Zio whisper to Armpit. I look back again, just grey. When we get to a safer position, Armpit shows us the metal tag. It was stencilled with several words, Be a good man. Then he tells us that Zio was sorry for what he did which was so greedy, so he wants to do something to take the burden off.
We look at the swarm again, slightly coonfused, he got one of us killed, then he sacrficed himself. Did he die as a hero or something else? But there is no time to think, we have to keep going again. I imagine how angry the president is, because no one has ever made it the third day.
" Hey, what is the time now, Armpit?" I ask him, noticing he is wearing a watch.
" Ten o'clock, a.m."
" When did we go in the arena?"
" It is like ten thirty p.m., oh gosh! if we can make it for half an hour, we can survive!"
" It is not that easy, president Alistair will not let someone goes like this easy, even you make it to the end." Warlord looks down and say," there is no fairness here, everything is in the president's control."
Then, a sudden grey lands on Armpit and bites its sharp teeth on his head. Warlord quickly stab the monster head. When we can see Armpit clearly again, he is not breathing. Warlord sudden pushes me and another grey lands on the ground hard and makes several clarks. Warlord quickly takes off the watch on Armpit's wrist.
" Go, go, go!" Warlord yells.
We are running again, avoiding those greys falling on our head. I look up and find the top part of trees are nearly all occupied by the monsters. Maybe it is not right to always point my head upwards as claws get my leg. I scream as it drags me and a sudden of silver, then I am not being dragged anymore. I look back to see a knife glue to the monster chest. I gratefully look back at Warlord as he flicks another knife, kill another werewolf behind me.
" Don't stop!" Warlord urges me.
Then we spend the whole time running and shooting and flicking knifes before we reach a two storeys 'house'. But then, werewolves are waiting inside the house already which I don't know how they do that. With all our weapons, we distant them from us. Warlord pushes me behind some rocks.
Then he says," though there are so much unfairness in our life, we should fight back. I now understand why so many people go into the rebellion group, they do illegal moves, but then, they are right. Our society is a disaster, only hero can save the world...by the memory of his name. He will make all the unfairness visible. And that hero...will be you. AHHHHH!" He is being dragged away when he throw the watch to me and is eaten. I look at it, it is ten thirty, the game is ended. I raise the watch when the werewolves back away, as if it is poison.
You did a great job. a trembling voice of the president resounds in my brain. But you make a bad move here, XM2013, you manage to make yourself a name which is illegal, and your survive will make our peaceful world a disaster. Your... " People live in peace only because everyday there is terror filling up their minds, but not happiness!" I interrupt when I finally figure out the truth. Okay, please stop saying anything and let me explain something to you. If you die, uprisings will start. If you live, uprisings will also start. So I prefer to let you die. it resounds in my brain again. " Though my life is short, but my name will be told from mouth to mouth with approbation for a long time. Just like a flower. It may only have a short lifetime, but when it blooms, the scene will be unforgettable. And..." No need for any more words, boy, beep...
2013年11月16日 星期六
餅乾和芝士的愛情 (18:30-19:30)
某一天，芝士和餅乾在廚房相遇了。
餅乾看到芝士那平滑誘人的肌膚，而芝士也感受到餅乾雖外表堅強但脆弱的內心。
他們談戀愛，想不到一拍即合，但幸福不長久，危機很快便降臨；
就在某一天，在廚房裏。
正當他們含情脈脈的對望，一對無情的手分開了他們，然後把餅乾握碎了!
而芝士的心，也隨著戀人的離開和靈魂分離了，飄到遠方......
接著，那對手把芝士和餅乾放在一起，再把他們全都搓揉在一起!芝士的淚，餅乾的恨交融在一起，總總的恩怨情仇全都化作一團……
一切都不重要了，因為他們在一起。
「我愛你，來世我們還要做戀人，好嗎?」
他們帶著微笑離開了塵世。
2013年11月12日 星期二
2013年11月11日 星期一
《SPCC寫作黨宗旨及守則》
以下是我們「SPCC寫作黨」的宗旨及守則。
宗旨：
集結愛好寫作的同道中人，鼓舞及推廣寫作的風氣。尊重一切創作的
守則：
1. 參與寫作黨的要求為對寫作有熱愛或興趣，遞交一篇不限體裁、語言
2. 成員需在每兩月最少撰寫一篇文章。
3. 建議成員建立自己的博客，以便發佈文章。
4. 已建立博客的成員，將會被納入寫作黨寫作平台 (http://
5. 在平台之中，成員可以互相切磋評論各自文章，不能人身攻擊或侮辱
6. 在寫作黨面書專頁上，成員不被建議對自身博客宣傳，惟核心成員會
7. 成員寫作中可參考、借鑒或引用其他文章內容，惟需標明引用來源、
8. 如果作品中有抄襲成份，我們不會抹殺其用心，也將不會作任何個別
9. 若成員在有充份理由情況下動議解除另一名成員職位，而超過四分三
敬請各成員遵循以上守則，沿著宗旨創作，共襄盛舉！
宗旨：
集結愛好寫作的同道中人，鼓舞及推廣寫作的風氣。尊重一切創作的
守則：
1. 參與寫作黨的要求為對寫作有熱愛或興趣，遞交一篇不限體裁、語言
2. 成員需在每兩月最少撰寫一篇文章。
3. 建議成員建立自己的博客，以便發佈文章。
4. 已建立博客的成員，將會被納入寫作黨寫作平台 (http://
5. 在平台之中，成員可以互相切磋評論各自文章，不能人身攻擊或侮辱
6. 在寫作黨面書專頁上，成員不被建議對自身博客宣傳，惟核心成員會
7. 成員寫作中可參考、借鑒或引用其他文章內容，惟需標明引用來源、
8. 如果作品中有抄襲成份，我們不會抹殺其用心，也將不會作任何個別
9. 若成員在有充份理由情況下動議解除另一名成員職位，而超過四分三
敬請各成員遵循以上守則，沿著宗旨創作，共襄盛舉！
2013年11月10日 星期日
《風中人生》(23:15-00:15)
春風陣陣，
吹響幼時童真，
該當歡笑鋪陳，
只知勤奮，
奮不顧身，
時機錯肩而過，
一個可愛童年，
不覺間，
失去多少歡欣。
夏風一熏，
年輕一顆赤子之心，
不再是野鶴閒雲，
拼拼搏搏，
渾渾噩噩，
淌進人心險惡，
但求獨善其身，
言談間，
不再誠實純真。
秋風送爽，
闊別仁義滿腔，
把內心草草殮葬，
虛詞偽文，
應卑不亢，
但求平步青雲，
威名千秋留痕，
一切善慈友親，
難道還要緊？
冬風朔朔，
吹走光陰恁留痕，
風燭疑滅哀號，
顧影自憐，
怨天不均，
不思天良盡喪自身兇狠，
惟嘆命途多蹇上蒼殘忍，
耄耋之身猶飲恨，
轉眼就投孤墳。
2013年11月8日 星期五
風
風，順著春的腳步走進，
你使春天要發芽的野草充滿了希望、生機，
你使唐代詩人白居易寫下：「野火燒不盡，春風吹又生」，
是你讓世間萬物知道春天的到來。
風，悄悄離開了春，
摟著夏的肩頭，
走進我們的每一寸肌膚裡，
鑽進我們的鼻孔裡。
你吹來的一絲絲涼風，
在炎炎夏日下添了一些舒適的感覺。
你帶著濃烈的花香飄來，
使我們聯想到百花爭艷的情景。
風,
當你在秋天時，
吹起了屈原對他祖國的懷念,
令他揮筆寫下:袅袅兮秋风，洞庭波兮木葉下
是你,
令屈原寫下《湘夫人》這一首悲壯的歌。
風,
還是你,
提醒小動物們要回巢休息了,
也是你,
令我們看到雪花滿天飛的景象,
是你,
把柳絮吹得满天飞舞。
風，
你為什麼總能點綴這廣大的大自然，
讓它變化，
也讓欣賞你的人得到那情緒上的一點點洶湧？
你使春天要發芽的野草充滿了希望、生機，
你使唐代詩人白居易寫下：「野火燒不盡，春風吹又生」，
是你讓世間萬物知道春天的到來。
風，悄悄離開了春，
摟著夏的肩頭，
走進我們的每一寸肌膚裡，
鑽進我們的鼻孔裡。
你吹來的一絲絲涼風，
在炎炎夏日下添了一些舒適的感覺。
你帶著濃烈的花香飄來，
使我們聯想到百花爭艷的情景。
風,
當你在秋天時，
吹起了屈原對他祖國的懷念,
令他揮筆寫下:袅袅兮秋风，洞庭波兮木葉下
是你,
令屈原寫下《湘夫人》這一首悲壯的歌。
風,
還是你,
提醒小動物們要回巢休息了,
也是你,
令我們看到雪花滿天飛的景象,
是你,
把柳絮吹得满天飞舞。
風，
你為什麼總能點綴這廣大的大自然，
讓它變化，
也讓欣賞你的人得到那情緒上的一點點洶湧？
2013年11月6日 星期三
情•仇•殺 (21:20-22:20)
這是一抹殘留的血腥，
清風吹不起半點清涼。
倒不如讓黑夜的雲朵，
大哭沖走一切情與仇。
也許一切能在刀刃解放，
一瓣瓣染血的桃花朵兒，
再讓兇惡織一層羅綺，
鮮血給他蒸出些雲霞。
讓腥風血雨洗滌大地，
飄滿了殺豬似的哭號；
是誰?
讓這一切發生?
一刀一刀的恩怨情仇，
也就誇得上幾分鮮明。
人們的悲痛絕望，
卻造成他們成功。
是誰?是不滅的人。
殺得來去如風，無法無天。
這是一抹絕望的血腥，
這裏斷不是美的所在，
不如讓給罪惡來開墾，
看他造出個什麼世界。
一小時挑戰 One-Hour Challenge
由 Kenneth 提議，我們 SPCC寫作黨 決定加入新比賽，以鼓舞寫作風氣。比賽名為「一小時挑戰」，由即日開始舉行，將會選出中英文
寫作黨寫作平台會增設「一小時挑戰 One-Hour Challenge」專欄，用作儲存投稿文章。投稿時，請注明寫
大家快快動筆，挑戰自我吧！
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大家快快動筆，挑戰自我吧！
那一次，我真的被感動了
白色的地板，白色的牆壁，白色的床鋪。光管散出微弱的光芒，窗外早已漆黑的天空與室內的白，形成鮮明的對照。
雖說是探病時間，但室內一片寂靜，除了我來看望我的一位親戚以外，其他來探望的人似乎並不多。有的病者像早已進入夢鄉，還發出鼻鼾的聲音。
就在這時，粉紅色的門，被打開了。又進來了一位男人，我估計他也是來探病的；只見他穿着西裝，結着領帶，一手拿著公事包，一手攜着一個棕色的紙袋。這位三十多歲的男人直接朝著靠窗的床位走去。
我發現床上躺着一位年約三十歲的婦人。男人坐在了旁邊的椅子上，對婦人說：“我來了，我還帶了很多的回憶來了。”語畢，他從紙袋裏取出兩本簿子，然後翻開，一張又一張已舊黃的照片展露出來。男人用手指着第一張照片，道：“你記得嗎？這是我們第一個結婚周年紀念日拍的，你還送了一條手織的圍巾給我呢！這是我們……”
我有點感動，然而，我發現那牀上的婦人沒有什麼反映……
這時，我忽然聽到病房門口有人聲，原來門外有兩位巡房的護士經過。那短髮的護士遠遠地看着那男子，佩服地說：“他每天都來探望他的妻子呢。”
身旁那位戴着眼鏡的護士接口說：“是啊，聽說他每天下班後要乘一個小時的車才來到這裡。”
“我也很想有這樣的老公…… ”
“等你變成植物人的時候便會有了。”
“才不要。”她們走遠了，說話聲慢慢消失。而我卻愣住了，什麼？那婦人是植物人？
…… ……
我又一次認真地注視起那位男士。只見那男人握著妻子的手，深情地說著：“你要等我啊……我走了。”他憐惜地看着他的妻子，替她蓋好被子，然後站起身，離開了。
病房的門，關上了。室內，又一次恢復寧靜。不同的是，我感到，空氣中，瀰漫着的愛，是那樣甜絲絲的，甜得讓人想哭。
我真的被感動了──
我腦海中一直浮現着那對緊握着的手。那男子握著的，不止是他妻子那雙已沒有力氣的手，還有他對妻子的那份不離不棄的愛啊。儘管他的妻子已是植物人，已不能說話，已不能對他有任何反應，他仍每天來醫院探望她，與她聊天；他仍願意牽着她雙手，與她一起走着餘下的人生。這份堅持，這份愛啊……
願我們都能學會珍惜身邊得來不易的愛。
雖說是探病時間，但室內一片寂靜，除了我來看望我的一位親戚以外，其他來探望的人似乎並不多。有的病者像早已進入夢鄉，還發出鼻鼾的聲音。
就在這時，粉紅色的門，被打開了。又進來了一位男人，我估計他也是來探病的；只見他穿着西裝，結着領帶，一手拿著公事包，一手攜着一個棕色的紙袋。這位三十多歲的男人直接朝著靠窗的床位走去。
我發現床上躺着一位年約三十歲的婦人。男人坐在了旁邊的椅子上，對婦人說：“我來了，我還帶了很多的回憶來了。”語畢，他從紙袋裏取出兩本簿子，然後翻開，一張又一張已舊黃的照片展露出來。男人用手指着第一張照片，道：“你記得嗎？這是我們第一個結婚周年紀念日拍的，你還送了一條手織的圍巾給我呢！這是我們……”
我有點感動，然而，我發現那牀上的婦人沒有什麼反映……
這時，我忽然聽到病房門口有人聲，原來門外有兩位巡房的護士經過。那短髮的護士遠遠地看着那男子，佩服地說：“他每天都來探望他的妻子呢。”
身旁那位戴着眼鏡的護士接口說：“是啊，聽說他每天下班後要乘一個小時的車才來到這裡。”
“我也很想有這樣的老公…… ”
“等你變成植物人的時候便會有了。”
“才不要。”她們走遠了，說話聲慢慢消失。而我卻愣住了，什麼？那婦人是植物人？
…… ……
我又一次認真地注視起那位男士。只見那男人握著妻子的手，深情地說著：“你要等我啊……我走了。”他憐惜地看着他的妻子，替她蓋好被子，然後站起身，離開了。
病房的門，關上了。室內，又一次恢復寧靜。不同的是，我感到，空氣中，瀰漫着的愛，是那樣甜絲絲的，甜得讓人想哭。
我真的被感動了──
我腦海中一直浮現着那對緊握着的手。那男子握著的，不止是他妻子那雙已沒有力氣的手，還有他對妻子的那份不離不棄的愛啊。儘管他的妻子已是植物人，已不能說話，已不能對他有任何反應，他仍每天來醫院探望她，與她聊天；他仍願意牽着她雙手，與她一起走着餘下的人生。這份堅持，這份愛啊……
願我們都能學會珍惜身邊得來不易的愛。
2013年11月4日 星期一
2013年11月3日 星期日
2013年10月30日 星期三
2013年9月21日 星期六
2013年9月1日 星期日
寶盒內的不倒翁
搬家了，我滿心歡喜的捧著一個裝著不同東西的箱子步進新家。我打開蓋，忽然看見一個盒子，我打開來，卻是一個很普通的不倒翁，可見了它，我就想起了奶奶，我忘不了她那和藹的臉，忘不了她那顫抖的雙手，更忘不了她那充滿鼓勵和愛的笑容。
那是一個小六的聖誕假。那晚，我剛從乒乓球比賽回來，就躲在牆角裡垂淚。這幾天對我來說是非常不幸運的，我小六的第一個考試就有一科不及格，然後在聖誕假裡的第一個乒乓球比賽中就落敗了，回到家還給爸媽大罵了一頓，這幾天真是令我異常失落呀！
忽然，一隻皺摺的手輕柔的摸著我的後腦勺，我抬起頭，原來是奶奶正在充滿慈愛的摸著我的頭。她溫柔地對我說：「孩子，不要哭，看我手裡的是什麼東西來著？」我抬起頭來，看見一個不倒翁，奶奶用她顫抖的雙手把它塞在我的手裡。她又輕輕的跟我說：「孩子，你要像不倒翁般，被人按倒在地上還能站起來呀！」然後，她對著我展現了一個充滿鼓勵和愛的笑容，然後就一拐一拐的走回房間。獨自坐在牆角裡的我，忽然心底里感到很溫暖。
幾個月後，奶奶便去世了。葬禮當天，我沒有哭，只是緊握著手中的不倒翁，心中想著：我要振作起來！我要繼續努力！我是不可辜負奶奶生前對我的期盼的！
我看著眼前的寶盒和屹立不倒的不倒翁，我頓時感到勇氣就像儲存在我的身體裡許久，快要被釋放出來了。我凝望著這個寶盒，忽然淚水奪眶而出，這個寶盒承載的何止是奶奶給孫子的禮物，它還是對孫子的鼓勵和愛，還是孫子對奶奶的寄託和掛念呢！
那是一個小六的聖誕假。那晚，我剛從乒乓球比賽回來，就躲在牆角裡垂淚。這幾天對我來說是非常不幸運的，我小六的第一個考試就有一科不及格，然後在聖誕假裡的第一個乒乓球比賽中就落敗了，回到家還給爸媽大罵了一頓，這幾天真是令我異常失落呀！
忽然，一隻皺摺的手輕柔的摸著我的後腦勺，我抬起頭，原來是奶奶正在充滿慈愛的摸著我的頭。她溫柔地對我說：「孩子，不要哭，看我手裡的是什麼東西來著？」我抬起頭來，看見一個不倒翁，奶奶用她顫抖的雙手把它塞在我的手裡。她又輕輕的跟我說：「孩子，你要像不倒翁般，被人按倒在地上還能站起來呀！」然後，她對著我展現了一個充滿鼓勵和愛的笑容，然後就一拐一拐的走回房間。獨自坐在牆角裡的我，忽然心底里感到很溫暖。
幾個月後，奶奶便去世了。葬禮當天，我沒有哭，只是緊握著手中的不倒翁，心中想著：我要振作起來！我要繼續努力！我是不可辜負奶奶生前對我的期盼的！
我看著眼前的寶盒和屹立不倒的不倒翁，我頓時感到勇氣就像儲存在我的身體裡許久，快要被釋放出來了。我凝望著這個寶盒，忽然淚水奪眶而出，這個寶盒承載的何止是奶奶給孫子的禮物，它還是對孫子的鼓勵和愛，還是孫子對奶奶的寄託和掛念呢！
2013年8月31日 星期六
The Sniper
It was a starry night. The pale, white moon overlooked the ruins that was known as San Francisco. I took out my rifle, pitch black, sleek, silenced, and deadly. The XM2010, truly a beauty. I mounted the rifle on the ruins, and drew my face to the sight, slowing down my breathing pace, my heartbeat clearly audible to me as I wait for my enemies to pass.
"Bravo Two, this is Bravo One, what is your status?" That was my squad leader, Anaconda. "No sight on the enemy units, sir." I exhaled. Readjusting my focus on the road beneath me. A squad of men marched through the forest, and on to the road. The Rebels. Enemies of the Federation, trying to create their own fascist country by destroying our own country. I could feel the rifle now; it's weight, the weight of a tool designed to take lives; I held the rifle firmly in my hands and whispered, "Bravo Team, this is Bravo Two, Enemy unit approaching. All units standby," Anaconda's voice whispered in my ear, "Take the shot, Bravo Two, Shoot to kill." "Yes, sir." I replied.
I adjusted my breathing, a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. I put my crosshair on the head of the leader, a man walking in front of the pack with bushy brows and a pair of pale, hazel eyes. His life is in my hand, it was my job to end his life. I inhaled and held my breath; the trigger of death right beneath my finger. I pulled the trigger, and a red hole appeared on the man's forehead. He dropped to his knees, muttering, and dropped dead. And at that exact moment, chaos erupted.
His men whipped out their guns, one of them screaming, "Sniper! Take cover!" I have used up my advantage-the element of surprise. I quickly ducked behind a ruined desk as bullets flew past me. I disassembled my rifle and hauled it on my back, taking out my knife, and my silenced MP5. I ran down the stairs, rushing into the battlefield.
My team was already engaged in a firefight with the enemy team; Anaconda, fighting off two soldiers with his FN FAL in hand; Bulldog, wielding his twin Uzis and fending off a soldier with an M16; And Red, with his flamethrower and lighting up everyone.
The fight lasted for a few minutes, and the whole team of rebels were eliminated. I looked at the remains of the team of dead rebels, and I realized that nobody will remember these men. Sure, they will be mourned by their teammates, missed by their loved ones, but here on the battlefield, you're the hunter, or the hunted. There's no escaping death, it's just the matter of how long you live until it catches up to you. They were my enemies, but bottom line, they're still human. I picked a flower from the bush nearby, and paid my respects for the dead, the forgotten, and the lost.
"Bravo Two, this is Bravo One, what is your status?" That was my squad leader, Anaconda. "No sight on the enemy units, sir." I exhaled. Readjusting my focus on the road beneath me. A squad of men marched through the forest, and on to the road. The Rebels. Enemies of the Federation, trying to create their own fascist country by destroying our own country. I could feel the rifle now; it's weight, the weight of a tool designed to take lives; I held the rifle firmly in my hands and whispered, "Bravo Team, this is Bravo Two, Enemy unit approaching. All units standby," Anaconda's voice whispered in my ear, "Take the shot, Bravo Two, Shoot to kill." "Yes, sir." I replied.
I adjusted my breathing, a bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. I put my crosshair on the head of the leader, a man walking in front of the pack with bushy brows and a pair of pale, hazel eyes. His life is in my hand, it was my job to end his life. I inhaled and held my breath; the trigger of death right beneath my finger. I pulled the trigger, and a red hole appeared on the man's forehead. He dropped to his knees, muttering, and dropped dead. And at that exact moment, chaos erupted.
His men whipped out their guns, one of them screaming, "Sniper! Take cover!" I have used up my advantage-the element of surprise. I quickly ducked behind a ruined desk as bullets flew past me. I disassembled my rifle and hauled it on my back, taking out my knife, and my silenced MP5. I ran down the stairs, rushing into the battlefield.
My team was already engaged in a firefight with the enemy team; Anaconda, fighting off two soldiers with his FN FAL in hand; Bulldog, wielding his twin Uzis and fending off a soldier with an M16; And Red, with his flamethrower and lighting up everyone.
The fight lasted for a few minutes, and the whole team of rebels were eliminated. I looked at the remains of the team of dead rebels, and I realized that nobody will remember these men. Sure, they will be mourned by their teammates, missed by their loved ones, but here on the battlefield, you're the hunter, or the hunted. There's no escaping death, it's just the matter of how long you live until it catches up to you. They were my enemies, but bottom line, they're still human. I picked a flower from the bush nearby, and paid my respects for the dead, the forgotten, and the lost.
2013年8月23日 星期五
《書評．一九八四》
甲、書籍資料：
分類： 科幻小說（反烏托邦文學）
首版日期： 一九四八年
書名： 一九八四 (原名：Nineteen Eighty-Four)
作者： 喬治．歐威爾George Orwell (英國)
譯者： 徐立妍 (其一版本)
出版社： 遠流出版 (其一版本)
乙、內容簡介：
溫斯頓．史密斯是大洋國英社黨的外圍黨員，在「真相部」從事篡改歷史的工作。當他從殘餘的幼年記憶和工作中，醞釀出對統治者「老大哥」及極權社會主義的懷疑、厭惡，同時和一外黨成員茱莉亞「不為人知」地陷入熱戀。二人在「電屏」監視下偷偷會面，也接觸並加入「反黨組織兄弟會」，但是卻不察覺其舉動早受監察。二人突然被捕，發現其實從未逃出監視，但是兩人期後卻受到「政治性思想淨化」。溫斯頓終成愛黨分子，等待「應得」處決。
丙、讀後感：
《一九八四》早被喻為三大反烏托邦科幻小說之一，這就是我選擇此書的原因。書中寫的並不是戰亂世界，但事實上，那個生活環境比血流成河、白骨為墟更為恐怖，「極權」、「偽社會主義」也不能形容當時政府的可怕。此書撰於一九四八年，可是這個天馬行空的駭人世界假想，至今仍然不跟時代脫節，歷久常新。這不但說明作者有很高的前瞻性，亦代表未來世界可能和書中世界並無二致！
在《一九八四》的年代，人們受到極權政府的嚴密監視及思想箝制，其嚴密程度可說是無處不在：滲入整個社會、各個階層的思想警察，設於公共和私人地方的「電屏」監控器……一舉一動都無所遁形，主角溫斯頓．史密斯和茱莉亞的叛變只可說是「掩耳盜鈴」。書中述說的比比皆是的海報——「老大哥在看著你」，不是正反映著這種毫無自由和獨立思想的情況嗎？
「掌握過去可以掌握未來，掌握現在可以掌握過去。」這也是書中名句。大洋國的英國社會主義黨分成四個部門，其中一個就是真相部，負責創造、竄改及抹滅一切有政治意涵和意識形態的文獻資料及紀錄，從而令人民相信黨是英明而正確的，異己者「從來沒有」存在過——他們的存在已經無法證實，統治者的寶座豈不是穩如泰山？在「日新月異」的歷史中，即使是名見經傳的人，人間蒸發後任何人也不會從報刊看到這人的影子——單是記憶不會構成反黨的理由，難道記憶會比紀錄可靠？除了塑造英明形象，黨為了「掌握未來」、牢固政權，還將人民的情感分裂得支離破碎！黨教導人民從小只可信黨，不可信任他人及自己，以致婚姻的目的只限為黨廷續後代，小孩生下來的任務就是從鑰匙孔中監聽父母夢囈中有否透露出反黨訊息——家庭關係已經蕩然無存。此外，愛、恐懼只准在「英社黨」及「老大哥」身上體現，化成敬畏；憎恨、厭惡則只可發泄在敵國「歐亞國」或「東亞國」及反黨敵人「兄弟會」上；笑容只在看絞刑及大洋國戰勝時才會展現……我感到毛骨慄然，身處這個可佈的時代，不但身不由己，而且連思想也受政府管制，不折不扣是政治工具，假若我是小說中的人民，像傀儡般的生活真令人生不如死。
書中後段描述了主角被捕後不見天日的監牢生活，令我咋舌不已。監牢生活分成五部分，包括監禁、審問、拷打、洗腦及再教育。監禁過程較平平無奇，不敍。在審問期間，溫斯頓．史密斯起初堅持歷史被人篡改而三緘其口，否認叛變及其他杜撰胡添的罪名。可是饑火焚燒、鞭棒交加的拷打下，他已接近癱瘓。他的信念由矢口不認變成罪名一概承認，但不屈服，早早死亡。但是如果人人如此死亡，黨也不能永遠生存。我想：古代秦朝將書生無理地坑殺，招致布衣之怒而反抗政府；蘇聯逼叛國犯承認一切罪名後處決，人民也知道他們口不對心而義憤填膺。可是到了那個世代，黨先打挎不服從者的信心，再用「雙重思想」——時刻愛黨、時刻自我欺騙的非邏輯——注滿他們的思緒，令溫斯頓及其他不服從者徹頭徹尾成為思想純潔者，自願認罪、被殺，與傀儡無異。溫斯頓初時努力告訴自己「二加二等於五」不是事實，但是最終敵不過思想改造承認這是他的「幻想」。
當時的世界恐怖的事多不勝數，另一個我感到厭惡的地方就是文字改革，黨創造了新語，縮小了語言的範圍，令「自由」、「正義」、「道德」等字不再出現於人民的話語中。隔了數代，小孩自小接觸的就是新語，再沒有自由、正義、道德的觀念。
書中的那個道德倫喪、怵目驚心的世界令厭惡非常，但是隨著時代及科技一日千里的「進步」，網絡使人的隱私不復存在，「修正」歷史的例子在史上亦屢見不鮮，當權者為了鞏固地位打著正義的旗號不擇手段，難道「老大哥時代」終究會來臨？這實在令人概嘆人心的險惡及權力的誘惑。此書不單是寓言，亦是本警世之書，警告及警惕任何時代的人不要踏上這條萬惡之路。
2013年8月16日 星期五
The revenger : first time to beat up a bully
Prologue
A man was riding a camel along a path. Suddenly, he heard crying so he turned but saw nothing. He landed on the ground with a 'clark'. He was absolutely sure about it. Warm breeze made everyone feel light and bright, it was strange that someone would cry in such lovely day.
He walked caustiously into the grass and he stumbled over something he didn't notice. He looked down and saw a baby wrapped in some ropes, sobbing. He used one hand to lift the baby up and tied him on his sash. Now the baby stopped crying and looked straight through the man's eyes. It's like x-rays, scanning the man's heart and brain. The baby seemed to know that this man wasn't a vicious one so the baby smiled at the man. The man smiled back to the baby.
He carried the baby back to his wage and thought, this boy would be our son. He oringinally needed to go to XYX town to sell the lotus but he chose to go back to home, and to tell his wife this wonderful news. He named this boy Johnson Bach Sabestian, as his idol was Bach, the great musician. This was how Johnson went in this wealthy and affluent town.
First time to beat up a bully
Johnson had no idea how he was like when he was an infant. He also had no idea that he wasn't born from his parents as his father and mather treated like treasure. He had the same childhood as the others in this town.
He just had his 12-year-old birthday, which meant he was going to secondary school after the long holiday. He shouted as usual." Mum, Dad, I am going to the park." They answered him casually." Oh sure, honey." So he stepped out of the door and crossed a short bridge. Below the bridge was water, and it was full of lotus. Those beautiful plants would always calm oneself down when someone was in wrathe. It would make you joyful if you were bored. It would let you sink into that wonderful scenery. But what so flabbergasted was that the numbers of them were so large to be counted. And tourist came to appreciate them. Every single lotus costed higher than every other plant. No wonder it became one of the wealthiest town in the world.
How could he just let this perfect moment escaped, so he stopped and closed his eyes, feeling this graceful moment.
Then he was pushed aside, he instantly opened his eyes and saw two boys who were bigger than him. They had got evil face and their eyes were scarlet, snake-like, made you panic with horror, made the last drip of joy disappear. No one could own such face exept bullies. " OH! the filthy, skinny Johnny, how was that push, did it taste good?" Johnson knew not to engage in this quarrel, so he continue to look at the lotus. The bullies chuckled." Hey, I heard that you still wet bed. Should we say it out and let everyone know that, including Mary?" Johnson's face reddened and he said in rage." Shut up! I would wet my bed only before I was 5." The bullies laughed." Oh yeah! apple face!" Although the beautiful scenery could calm oneself but Johnson still felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't wait so he turned his body with lightning speed and punched the belly of one of the bully with light travelling speed. Due to the fact that this punch was much more powerful than he thought, the bully kneeled down to his knees and began to groan as loud as he could.
Johnson was so impulsive that he hit the bully's face as hard as he could unstoppingly. The bully finally lied on the ground, helplessly and huddled up. The another bully watched it awfully and after those punches, he silently crept around his friend's body and suddenly yelled." Oh! such a strange panda." Johnson stood there motionlessly, too shocked to move any part of his body. He had beaten up a bully whose size was larger than him and older than him. He then thought of the goods and bads for doing this. Good was, he would be famous and every classmate would praise him for this. Bad was, he would get into trouble as this bully's father was the weathiest man in the town. He got ten lawyers. He looked at the bully mouthing on the ground. He frowned and gazed into another bully. This bully was scared, because he never saw his 'hero' being hit. He gasped out loud and the legs that had glued to the ground became live and he quickly turned and rushed to find a place to hide from the fierce gaze, but still unable to stop yelling." Mr Brown, your son was hit! He was hit by the skinny boy, Johnson."
It was a while Mr Brown going to the place, his boots thumping hard on the soil ground, he kept spitting." That evil little brat, I would tear him into pieces, one by one!" But he didn't consider his son as a ill-hearted bully whom everyone would scared of. Finally he reached the place where the incident had happpened and saw Johnson standing there, his eyes hollow and what made his eyes blazed with rage was that his only son was lying on the ground. He walked towards Johnson intended to take the revenge when one of his guard halted him. He said." Court would make him go to jail, don't be too impulsive." This old man ( about 65-year-old) suddenly realized the mistake he was going to make and stopped and sneered. He told the guards to take this lad to the court without hesitation, with anger flaring in every part of his body.
Johnson's eyes were still hollow until the first hand reached his waist. He astonishingly looked at these adults swarming up to him, how came he was so famous? But it appeared that he was wrong when one of them tried to lift him up. He punched the first one reached him on his nose and the blood streamed down from his notrils. Sudden of pain shot up him forced him to release his grip on the child. Johnson then ducked, trying to get through the swarm of black suited men, but there were too many of them, he was kicked aside and kicked again.
Such a mistreat. Such a shame. Such beasts! he thought.
And he was then kicked again, he moaned so loud that first head came out of the windows, then another, one by one. There were children's, adults' and elders', all peeking to figure out what's happening. The adults and elders saw Mr Brown and gasped and closed the windows while the children were paying attention to the body beside Mr Brown, the bully, then pulled back their attention to the torn pieces of the clothe.
They knew someone defeated the bully but then treated unfairly by the adults. Hatred quickly ignited in them.
They ran out from their houses, unstopped even their parents called them, demanded them, unstopped even they saw the cold-blooded men hit the only kid, They couldn't bear it, endure it. They were unafraid when they rushed into the swarm of adults, just like what the Samurai did when they faced an army equipped with guns and cannons while they were holding swords and blades. They were full of faith, passioon but still they were outnumbered and half of them were shot dead when they came rushing to attack the army's base. You can imagine putting the Roman soldiers to fight with modern USA army. Even though their generals were cunning and brilliant, even they had got a heart to kill all the enemies, they also would be eliminated. It was clear that the children would stand no chance to defeat these giants.
They were tackled and kicked, some yelped, some with bravery shouted for the police. But they didn't know about the darkness in the politics, it would not be worse than letting the kid to being hit again and again, but still, it was bad to be put in the custody, children one.
Soon the police arrived and pulled the motionless Johnson towards the court. His clothes torn after the fight with those giants. His lips were pouring crimson blood out, luckily the wound started to repair itself. And he looked like a panda, his eyes were black, and they were worse than another 'panda' who was now walking like a drunk, unable to control himself.
This was the first time he ever tasted blood, the blood tasted sour, combination of the feeling he's having now.
Why only the good ones would suffer so much, he thought, should me be like them?
He was then thudded to a rock which nearly cracked the bones. The bully, who was standing beside his father, managed a vicious smile that made Johnson struggle, tried to beat him up once more. The old man yelled out loudly." My dear Malfoy, look what I bring you, a teenage criminal!" Johnson tried to shout too, to tell them he wasn't a criminal, but when he hadn't even opened his mouth wide, a large hand had already covered his mouth.
He looked up and this was the first time to see the court closely. His eyes were thirsty, he couldn't restrain himself, not his eyes. There were hundreds of wooden chairs, each etched with a lotus. In front of the first row was a wooden stage, with two wooden chairs placed closely on it, but much larger than the chairs under the stage. A desk was placed between the chairs and what he must say was that it was spacious. When he looked at the top of the court, it was black and moving. It was a pity that he was not that tall, so he could only see the black-suited adults' arms waving.
Suddenly, a door behind the stage was creaked open, first thing appeared was some frizzy hair, he was Mr Malfoy, the judge. He stepped forward and surprised to see Mr Brown, obviously and exclaimed." Oh gosh, Mr Brown, what made you visit me, is that you met another unreasonable trader or beggars were disturbing you all day?" Mr Brown flickered a wicked smile and said." Mr Malfoy, this time is not about me, it is about my son. He was beaten by a boy called Johnson in the street!" He pointed a finger to me threateningly and the bully shivered vigorously when he heard the word "beaten".
" Oh gosh, is he alright now?" the judge asked softly, trying his best to produce a bit sympathy. Johnson muttered." Cannot be better." Then Mr Brown responded." If he is perfect now, why should I find you, you fool." Then Mr Malfoy answered in a amused tone." I confessed I am such a fool when I compare with Mr Brown." Johnson muttered under his breath." Such flattery." Then Mr Brown said satisfyingly." Of course you are, so now, called the defendent's lawyers and family." Johnson shouted." I have no lawyers!" Mr Brown said joyfully." Poor kid, then call his family to come. I want to see how his family's heart breaks when they see this criminal goes into the jail, oh yes, the children one."
Soon, Johson's mother and father came to the court and the prosecutor's lawyers started a fight with the hopeless defendant, Johnson. Soon it came to an end. The judge suddenly winked at Johnson and Johnson was sure he wanted to say something. He wasn't hopeless after all, the final judgement would only make by the judge. Then he remembered something.
Darkness could not cover all places.
Then he was pushed aside, he instantly opened his eyes and saw two boys who were bigger than him. They had got evil face and their eyes were scarlet, snake-like, made you panic with horror, made the last drip of joy disappear. No one could own such face exept bullies. " OH! the filthy, skinny Johnny, how was that push, did it taste good?" Johnson knew not to engage in this quarrel, so he continue to look at the lotus. The bullies chuckled." Hey, I heard that you still wet bed. Should we say it out and let everyone know that, including Mary?" Johnson's face reddened and he said in rage." Shut up! I would wet my bed only before I was 5." The bullies laughed." Oh yeah! apple face!" Although the beautiful scenery could calm oneself but Johnson still felt like he was going to explode. He couldn't wait so he turned his body with lightning speed and punched the belly of one of the bully with light travelling speed. Due to the fact that this punch was much more powerful than he thought, the bully kneeled down to his knees and began to groan as loud as he could.
Johnson was so impulsive that he hit the bully's face as hard as he could unstoppingly. The bully finally lied on the ground, helplessly and huddled up. The another bully watched it awfully and after those punches, he silently crept around his friend's body and suddenly yelled." Oh! such a strange panda." Johnson stood there motionlessly, too shocked to move any part of his body. He had beaten up a bully whose size was larger than him and older than him. He then thought of the goods and bads for doing this. Good was, he would be famous and every classmate would praise him for this. Bad was, he would get into trouble as this bully's father was the weathiest man in the town. He got ten lawyers. He looked at the bully mouthing on the ground. He frowned and gazed into another bully. This bully was scared, because he never saw his 'hero' being hit. He gasped out loud and the legs that had glued to the ground became live and he quickly turned and rushed to find a place to hide from the fierce gaze, but still unable to stop yelling." Mr Brown, your son was hit! He was hit by the skinny boy, Johnson."
It was a while Mr Brown going to the place, his boots thumping hard on the soil ground, he kept spitting." That evil little brat, I would tear him into pieces, one by one!" But he didn't consider his son as a ill-hearted bully whom everyone would scared of. Finally he reached the place where the incident had happpened and saw Johnson standing there, his eyes hollow and what made his eyes blazed with rage was that his only son was lying on the ground. He walked towards Johnson intended to take the revenge when one of his guard halted him. He said." Court would make him go to jail, don't be too impulsive." This old man ( about 65-year-old) suddenly realized the mistake he was going to make and stopped and sneered. He told the guards to take this lad to the court without hesitation, with anger flaring in every part of his body.
Johnson's eyes were still hollow until the first hand reached his waist. He astonishingly looked at these adults swarming up to him, how came he was so famous? But it appeared that he was wrong when one of them tried to lift him up. He punched the first one reached him on his nose and the blood streamed down from his notrils. Sudden of pain shot up him forced him to release his grip on the child. Johnson then ducked, trying to get through the swarm of black suited men, but there were too many of them, he was kicked aside and kicked again.
Such a mistreat. Such a shame. Such beasts! he thought.
And he was then kicked again, he moaned so loud that first head came out of the windows, then another, one by one. There were children's, adults' and elders', all peeking to figure out what's happening. The adults and elders saw Mr Brown and gasped and closed the windows while the children were paying attention to the body beside Mr Brown, the bully, then pulled back their attention to the torn pieces of the clothe.
They knew someone defeated the bully but then treated unfairly by the adults. Hatred quickly ignited in them.
They ran out from their houses, unstopped even their parents called them, demanded them, unstopped even they saw the cold-blooded men hit the only kid, They couldn't bear it, endure it. They were unafraid when they rushed into the swarm of adults, just like what the Samurai did when they faced an army equipped with guns and cannons while they were holding swords and blades. They were full of faith, passioon but still they were outnumbered and half of them were shot dead when they came rushing to attack the army's base. You can imagine putting the Roman soldiers to fight with modern USA army. Even though their generals were cunning and brilliant, even they had got a heart to kill all the enemies, they also would be eliminated. It was clear that the children would stand no chance to defeat these giants.
They were tackled and kicked, some yelped, some with bravery shouted for the police. But they didn't know about the darkness in the politics, it would not be worse than letting the kid to being hit again and again, but still, it was bad to be put in the custody, children one.
Soon the police arrived and pulled the motionless Johnson towards the court. His clothes torn after the fight with those giants. His lips were pouring crimson blood out, luckily the wound started to repair itself. And he looked like a panda, his eyes were black, and they were worse than another 'panda' who was now walking like a drunk, unable to control himself.
This was the first time he ever tasted blood, the blood tasted sour, combination of the feeling he's having now.
Why only the good ones would suffer so much, he thought, should me be like them?
He was then thudded to a rock which nearly cracked the bones. The bully, who was standing beside his father, managed a vicious smile that made Johnson struggle, tried to beat him up once more. The old man yelled out loudly." My dear Malfoy, look what I bring you, a teenage criminal!" Johnson tried to shout too, to tell them he wasn't a criminal, but when he hadn't even opened his mouth wide, a large hand had already covered his mouth.
He looked up and this was the first time to see the court closely. His eyes were thirsty, he couldn't restrain himself, not his eyes. There were hundreds of wooden chairs, each etched with a lotus. In front of the first row was a wooden stage, with two wooden chairs placed closely on it, but much larger than the chairs under the stage. A desk was placed between the chairs and what he must say was that it was spacious. When he looked at the top of the court, it was black and moving. It was a pity that he was not that tall, so he could only see the black-suited adults' arms waving.
Suddenly, a door behind the stage was creaked open, first thing appeared was some frizzy hair, he was Mr Malfoy, the judge. He stepped forward and surprised to see Mr Brown, obviously and exclaimed." Oh gosh, Mr Brown, what made you visit me, is that you met another unreasonable trader or beggars were disturbing you all day?" Mr Brown flickered a wicked smile and said." Mr Malfoy, this time is not about me, it is about my son. He was beaten by a boy called Johnson in the street!" He pointed a finger to me threateningly and the bully shivered vigorously when he heard the word "beaten".
" Oh gosh, is he alright now?" the judge asked softly, trying his best to produce a bit sympathy. Johnson muttered." Cannot be better." Then Mr Brown responded." If he is perfect now, why should I find you, you fool." Then Mr Malfoy answered in a amused tone." I confessed I am such a fool when I compare with Mr Brown." Johnson muttered under his breath." Such flattery." Then Mr Brown said satisfyingly." Of course you are, so now, called the defendent's lawyers and family." Johnson shouted." I have no lawyers!" Mr Brown said joyfully." Poor kid, then call his family to come. I want to see how his family's heart breaks when they see this criminal goes into the jail, oh yes, the children one."
Soon, Johson's mother and father came to the court and the prosecutor's lawyers started a fight with the hopeless defendant, Johnson. Soon it came to an end. The judge suddenly winked at Johnson and Johnson was sure he wanted to say something. He wasn't hopeless after all, the final judgement would only make by the judge. Then he remembered something.
Darkness could not cover all places.
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