《给妈妈一个吻》

母爱是世界上最温和、最无私、最持久的爱。相对父爱的深沉，母爱显得更壮烈。为了你，她要经历十月怀胎的艰辛和分娩阵痛的痛苦。你出生以后，她还要十几年如一日的养育你，而且毫无怨言。

在母亲的身边，你觉得哭泣是天经地义的。你的母亲也许会微笑调侃你，也许会轻轻地安抚你，也许会陪你流眼泪⋯⋯不管她是如何表现的，她的爱总是柔暖、温馨。你在妈妈地长大，母亲却在漫漫衰老。你不在对她的唠叨不屑一顾，也不会再在日记里一次次嘲笑她的多事。每当你看见她头上的白发正在一根根地增多，你的心就隐隐作痛。

逐渐老去的母亲，却仍然挂念着你，她的爱随着你的成长漫漫增加。这是关于丽莎的一个小故事，她已经是两个孩子的母亲，直到现在，她才深刻体会到母爱的温暖、宽容。在她心中，一直隐藏着一件事 ⋯⋯


每一天晚上，母亲都会为我铺床，即使我已经不再是小孩。接下来，是他永恒不变的习惯：将我的头发拔开，然后亲吻我的额头。

我不记得从什么时候开始感到厌恶——她拔开我的头发的方式。她那双因为工作而变粗糙的手触碰我皮肤的感觉，真的让我感到厌恶，最后，一天晚上，我对她大声叫：“不要再碰我！你的手好粗糙！” 她没说任何话，但是从此以后，我的母亲再也没有用我熟悉的那种方式，结束我的一天。此后，我躺在床上，久久不能入睡，那些话萦绕着我的心。但是，骄傲取代我的良心，我从来没有向她道歉。

随着光阴逝去，我的思绪一次又一次回到那个晚上。有时候，这件事就像是刚发生，有时候却又像是很久以前的事情。但是，它总是在那里，萦绕着我的心。

很多年过去了。我再也不是小女孩。母亲现在已经七十几岁，她是我们的医生，她会在药箱里找药 ，为外孙女治疗胃病，或是为外孙跌倒的膝盖敷药。她会洗掉牛仔裤上的污渍，做世界上最好吃的炸鸡，无论白天还是晚上，总是坚持亲自下厨，准备饭菜。

多年以来，我母亲的手，完成无数的劳苦工作。

现在，我的孩子都已经长大，没有住在家里。在一个特别的节日，我跟母亲共度一个晚上。

那是感恩节的一天晚上，很晚的时候，我在小时候住的房间里睡着了，一双熟悉的手拂过我的脸，拔开我额头上的头发，然后，一个非常轻柔的吻，触到我的眉梢。

我回想那个晚上的抱怨已经几千、几万次。我握着母亲的双手，也轻轻地在她的额头上吻了一下，并为那天晚上的行为向她道歉。我以为她会记得，就像我一样，但是母亲不知道我在说什么。原来，在很久以前，她就已经忘了——而且，她已经原谅了。

为你有一个伟大的母亲而感到庆幸吧！无论有多忙，都不要忘记经常回家看看母亲。你要像小时候一样，不时的吻她，让她知道：她永远是你最爱的人。


你能听见妈妈的心声吗？



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"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you're slightly cracked." -Bernard Meltzer

It's been a long time we've did this.
For that, I am happy (:

Farewell my friend.

This is the first time after so long I've cried so bad, cried out loud like a child.

Black boy, goodbye.

I love you.

Take it slowly.

We're not broken just bent.
And we can learn to love again.

我醒了。

＂我发现这么多年来，发生这么多事情，他们都还在我身边…＂

＂因为你们的友谊经得起考验。＂

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Early in the morning. Why so sweet! (:

Learning to express my feelings.

I feel sad. Times for us to meet has become a scarcity. Yet, i feel that technology is taking my closest friends further away from me. It has stripped us bare from the many conversations we use to have. Or maybe I'm just too greedy.

Let's face it, we're already addicted to it unknowingly. Many a time, we focus more on catching up with the virtual world using smartphones, much more than we focus on catching up with the people who probably matter more in reality.

What's so amazing about a hyper connected world with highly disconnected hearts? Frankly speaking, even I am guilty of that and I'm really sorry. Perhaps, using it sparingly is the key. If you're reading this, I just wanna thank you for caring. Thanks for hearing me.

This is beautiful.

No matter how busy you may be, do take some time to breathe, deeply. 

Watch before you read (: Trust me, you won't regret it. 

An Interpretation By Sarah Mostafa Dorra.

The world has become a harsh place. One moment you're sitting reading peacefully, the other you're in the middle of a storm.

Though, figuratively, the storm could come in many different forms, they all have one thing in common – they can affect everybody except those shielded by the power of knowledge. In such uncertain times, when everyone sees grey, only they can tell the white from the black.

While everybody runs for their lives, Mr Morris Lessmore runs after the book he was reading before the storm came. The world is turning upside down, yet this is not enough to turn him away from his life goal – seeking knowledge.

However, if not refreshed inside the mind, knowledge gradually evapourates with time.

In no time, Lessmore becomes as black and white as the messy world he finds himself in. This leaves poor Mr Lessmore with a heavy heart – where could he find knowledge in a world where it has become so rare?

But knowledge never fails those who seek it. Out of nowhere, what seems like a book faerie appears to him. She leaves Mr Lessmore a Humpty Dumpty book which takes him back to the path of knowledge.

He finds himself in a library inhabited by millions of fantastic, flying books. And which he never would have found had he not proved his love and dedication for knowledge. There, Mr Lessmore, literally, spends the time of his life. The books provide him with all he needs – the wisdom of knowledge he needs in life and the joy they bring for the human soul.

Mr Lessmore, above all, shares his knowledge of books with others. He learns that just as a man is dead without a book, a book is, similarly, useless until it gets the chance to show its wonders to its readers.

Even in his death, Mr Lessmore doesn't cease to inspire other knowledge seekers with the knowledge he filled the world with. It guides generation after generation to the path of light and freedom of mind.

挑战开始（老师篇）

告别最爱的朋友，告别最敬爱的老师，我们离开NIE各自到不同的学校作战。这一天终于来到，哪怕心中有千万个不舍，我们已经慢慢的独立起来了。回想起在学院的老师们，他们都对我造成了前所未有的影响。


刘正平老师教会我，一个人要有着自己的梦想、自己的追求，人生才会精彩。


王兵老师教会我，在人与人之间的沟通，＂不要把自己当成珍珠＂这个道理，我还在学习着。


阿宝老师教会我，身为一位德高望重的老师，我们所做的一切，都为了孩子。不是为了获得些什么，也不是为了表演给大家看。而只是单纯地是想要孩子从自己身上获得一丁点什么。


最后，我必须说邵老师，你让我好感动。当天见面，我迟到了几分钟。他是第一次当着其他几位老师批评我。＂你不能迟到。到学校更不能迟到！＂听到这番话，我有些失落。不过你知道吗，到了自我介绍轮到我的时候，他就向其他学生说＂她可是大名鼎鼎NIE SHINE 的冠军！你怎么可以不知道啊？＂那一刻，他的眼光、他的神采、他的语气，让我深深切切感受到他是真的以我为荣的，好像在把我炫耀给其他人。泪在那儿晃呀晃。对我来说，那次的获得并不算什么，但他意想不到的反映真的让我的心欢喜、欢喜！


他是多么的看好我，但我却迟到，令他失望了。10个星期请你放心，你对我这么好，我要让你骄傲。


背着在NIE的甜蜜回忆，家人朋友的支持与鼓励，老师的话语，I'm ready.


For those who are going practicum,
你是大艺术家，你真心创作的爱无价。
我们一起加油吧 (: 加油！加油！加油！

瓦解。

The open wound from last night has festered. Lol, a part of me has broken.
I'm not a cleric. I'm not superwoman.
I didn't heal in time to face you again.
Before shooting bullets, consider a mirror. What really happened? :'(