Warm as soup

My mother's hands feel like a gentle feather
slides by my cheeks
like the sunlight shines through the clouds
like falling into a pile of soft pillows
like the leaves of an oak tree drop on the water of a pond
a strawberry being surrounded by milk
a puppy trying to lick my palm
like shooting stars streaking the night sky of August
Like the cherry blossom petals crazily attack me on the street
with the support of breezes
like wearing a silk nightgown after a shower
like the vanilla ice cream melting in the cup
an umbrella cover the homeless cat for raindrops
a caramel apple covered with sweet sticky icing.
like holding a bowl of hot soup when staying at a small cafe down the street
to escape the storm.
Like the waves slapping the cobblestones on the bank
like the handkerchief wiping the tears and strains off the child's face
an arrow flying right to the centre of the target
an elastic band that never breaks
a piece of kraft paper that pack up my sorrow
and the strenghth of the person that I would always love




Note: The blue part of my poem is intended to describe the fact that my mother is not young any more and her hands have some certain specialities since she does the housework all the time. Her hands are strong and tenacious as well as they are warm and gentle. They are mild and soft but time also has some impact on them

Copy change poetry 2

Those stories sound like I've been told
With the teller in front of me standing still
She would not recognize me even if I die
Having tears in my eyes that I cannot hold

The companion asks me if I want a pie
To move my attention from the mother passing by
Hearing the voices of a mother and girl holding hands
Feeling like nothing is by my side

Her clothes shines like golden sand
As if trying to bring light to the land
My eyes stay on her as my legs going on my way
She sees me and smiles to grant

In a sudden all the words that I'd like to say
Turn into some waves along the bay
The gratefulness i want to pay no longer stay
The gratefulness i want to pay no longer stay

Copy Changed Poem

So much depends upon
A cyan pair of shoes
Running across the heaven
Of golden gleaming sunflowers

''Romeo and Juliet'' Blog Homework

If you were the Prince, in the aftermath of the tragedy, what can you do to make the community better?

 When such a tragedy occurred in the community we are living in, it is not only mournful to hear this, but also a disturbing message to remind me how horrible the hatred between people is and how powerful true love is. If there was no hatred between the two families then everything would be so nice in the end: the lovers would have married each other and lived happily ever after. However right now, looked at the freezing bodies of this couple and think about their fervent love, would you not be sad? Dead people are dead and they are not coming back, but we cannot make the same things happen agian and let the dead weep in vain. I shall now appeal people to put down their anger and discontent, or at least, try to weaken them or let time heal everything. Me myself, shall be an example to show the people whose brains are occupied with fury that no one should hate or be hated by someone else so badly. Public conflicts would not be allowed and if situations are serious then the people who are involved, especially the ones set it up, would be punished and part of his or her property would be confiscated. I suppose that only this would not be enough, for that the precious value of true love has not yet been paid attention. From now on, if two people are truly in love with each other, then nothing shall be an obstacle, no family reasons and no racial reasons. Couples who have been obstructed can come to me or others for help and the one who get the request must help them get their happiness without committing any crimes and immoral things. I believe our community would definitely be better than right now if we can keep going this way.

ENGLISH NEWSPAPER

English Project: Newspaper

The Waknuk Star Tabloid

I did the texture part on page 3 and didnt know that it was so hard to write on newpapers XD

The whole newspaper is AWESOME thanks for my AWESOME group!!!

Thank you!!!

Alan Ervin's Facebook Page

I created a facebook page for Alan Ervin. Feel free to click in and have a look!

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alan-Ervin/512923348759802?fref=ts

Why do I choose Alan Ervin?

     Alan Ervin is not such a important character in The Chrysalids. He is the Waknuk's local blacksmith John Ervin's son and he appeared mostly in chapter 5 and 10. In chapter 5, his appearance has directly driven the Wenders to move to the Fringes. He is the only person who ever discovered Sophie's deviation other than David and the Sophie's parents. The dramatic impact he brought changed the atmosphere of the earilier chapters and Sophie, who seemed to be important throughout the novel, was then away from the readers' vision. It says in the book, Alan was knocked down by Sophie before the Wenders prepared to flee away. This plot gave plenty of time for Sophie and her family to get away from the trouble and therefore we can know that it is meant to be like that in order to make the Wenders safe. When time passed by quickly, and the story entered chapter 10, Alan was there again, related closely to the novel. One of the telepathists, Anne, was planning to wed Alan. This is absolutely shocked for both the characters in the book and the readers. Alan, a norm who showed high belief of God's true image since he reported Sophie, was marrying a special kind of mutant——the telepathists. The marriage was a great threat to the chrysalids and once again, the atmosphere of the story here became nervous as Anne tried to block the other chrysalids out. And next, Alan's sudden and mysterious death happened unexpectedly. Following Alan's death, Anne suicided and the letter she left to report the other chrysalids was discovered by one of the telepathists. The group's secret was kept and Alan and Anne officially moved out of the novel. Even though Alan did not have much play in the book, the effects he brought were crucial.

Sophie's Diary

4321.8.12
Today is the most unforgettable day that I have ever lived.
The fright i felt and the pain I suffered are clearly carved on my brain, reminding me the things that happened today.
I went to the bank today, saw a boy who was probably the same age as me, sliding down the gully again and again. I have never seen him before.
And of course at that moment, I did not know that the events happened after were so dramatic. However, as the will to know him was pushing me forward, so I said "Hullo".
He responded me and asked my name hesitately. I thought it was because he has never seen me before as well. I told him mine and he told me his name is David.I did not know that knowing a stranger was this easy. Honestly I
I was wondering what was he doing sliding on the gully, so I asked him was it fun or not. He affirmed it and asked me to try.
The fear of exposing my mutation immediately pass my brain. I was hesitating. I could not stand the idea that the fact I have 6 toes become known to others, especially to a boy who I just met. But I was curious and highly interested in the thing he was doing. So I scrambled on the bank anyways.
The sliding was AMAZING, I have to admit. So I absolutely went for a second try. The second try was like a bomb, brought all the troubles to me, just because I cannot hold my eager to enjoy the fun again.
My feet was stuck in the stone and sand after my second slide down the bank. The pain was so deep and clear that I would never want to suffer from it again in my life. I tried hard to make it out, but it did not even move. David tried to help but the pain was almost killing so I stopped him. He told me to remove my shoes but how can I do that?
However. Eventually. I was forced to take my shoes off, facing the threat that I would be stuck here forever. I asked David to promise to never tell the thing he was gonna see and after he promised, I managed to free my hurt foot with my tears burst out. I forbidden him to call in others for help.
Then David called in my mother, so she was able to carry me back home. I could see that she was totally shocked and I felt bad about exposing my deviation.
I am afraid what would happen next. Although David promised many times that he would not tell anyone about that. What if he accidently tell someone? Then what should I do? What should my family do?
But I would like to trust him. I would like to be friends with him. My first friend.
The anxiety and upset make me wanna cry.
Why is this happening to me..............