Friday, January 30, 2009

The Kite Runner

    This is a book which describes humanity by telling about a little boy’s life. A wealthy young master who was twelve years old called Amir and his faithful servant, Hazara, grew up in the same family. That helped them become emotionally close. Because of their same age, they always played together, except for at banquets. However, an atrocious act of violence in a kite game broke their sensibilities: Hazara the servant managed to catch the last falling kite in order to recover Amir and his father’s missing emotions. As a consequence, Hazara was insulted. Amir saw its, but didn’t save him. Henceforth, their paths separated and they led different lives.

    The author, Khaled Hosseini, was born in Kabul, and so did Amir. Date back to 1980, he evaded the war between Russia and Afghanistan by living in America, and Amir did it, too. Just like a documentary, the book gave us a good sense of reality.

    ‘‘That frigging loyalty!’’ said Amir. If Hazara give the last falling kite to the bad guys, he maybe could avoid the entire tragedy. The arch-criminal is loyalty. It could happen in many cases: Wen Tianxiang was loyal to Song Dynasty forever and ever- courtier to country; Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei took an oath that they must die in the same day- brother to brother. However, Wen Tianxiang eventually died of loyalty (he didn’t yield to Yuan Dynasty), but his poem‘‘None could skip death since immemorial age, but one shall wish his life would reflect the goodness of his beliefs after death’’ would go down in history forever; Liu, Guan and Zhang died of loyalty (one of them died lead to that others was killed by the heart filled with vengeance). But the event, three men become sworn brothers in the peach garden, got great praises that would never be eliminated.

Friday, January 2, 2009

My stories- Failure

    Someday on April 2008, there was a math test for junior high students to check our ability of this subject. I thought this was just a very simple test, not so much particular, just went like clockwork as the past. But finally, I was greatly astonished, and so did my friends and teacher, that I did not pass. Failure is the mother of success; it made me brace my heart to study harder and hardest.

    Two months ago, I was successful in a math test that brought me a qualification for Olympia Mathematics Contest, and I was one of a school-representative crew of identity. I was very excited and a bit surprised.

    However, I failed eventually, but if I were to make the grade, maybe I would become a national leading exponent of the foreign math test. ‘‘Don’t feel bad that you failed the test. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles’’ my Mom tried to comfort me. It is no use crying over spilt milk, but only time would tell whether I found back confidence