It's a long time from last time I recorded my mind here. Recently, a feeling of empty fills my mind day and night. I can not sleep well. I just keep playing poker on line day after day whenever I have time. This state lasts almost half year until today. What I am thinking this period is the questions below.
a. How I can earn my life in the future? Maybe it can be said how I can offer a house and a good life for my families. I could not speak a word for several minuters when I looked at my mom and her white hairs, especiall when she laid on the bad because of the heavy tumber last month. Hardly, my tears falled on my face.But I still tried to smile and talked to her later.
b. If I really love her,should I leave her go, since I can not give what she want now?
C. If I stay in this company, can I find my future?

I know this is everyone question. I still can not find way to deal with them now. I hope to sommon up and toward my goal step by step. The road ahead is hard and long. But I know my mom needs me and my familes need me. They will happy as long as I still on the right way.

Never fall into the trap of thinking that you know everything. The moment you stop learning about new things is the moment you start losing ground to the competition

Some relationships never get off the ground, some gain momentum quickly and just as quickly run their course, some develop slowly and burst into action when the time is right. Others feel comfortable from the start and then, like the winter jacket in springtime, become unnecessary and constraining.”

     He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four  days now without taking a fish.

ü    Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

ü       When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbor from the shark factory; but today there was only a faint edge of the odor because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace.

ü       I remember everything from when we first went together.

ü       His hope and his confidence had never gone.

ü       “Thank you,” the old man said. He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride.

ü       Once there had been a tinted photograph of his wife on the wall but he had taken it down because it made him too lonely to see it and it was on the shelf in the corner under his clean shirt.

ü       I will keep yours and mine together on ice and we can share them in the morning. When I come back you can tell me about the baseball.

ü       But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.

ü       The boy took the old army blanket off the bed and spread it over the back of the chair and over the old man’s shoulders.

ü       The old man’s head was very old though and with his eyes closed there was no life in his face. The newspaper lay across his knees and the weight of his arm held it there in the evening breeze.

ü       The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.

ü       The two sets of knives and forks and spoons were in his pocket with a paper napkin wrapped around each set.

ü       The boy went out. They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark. He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them. He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed.

ü       He smelled the tar and oakum of the deck as he slept and he smelled the smell of Africa that the land breeze brought at morning.

ü       He simply woke, look out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.

ü       The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon. He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him. The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and sitting on the bed, pulled them on.

ü       Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?

ü       But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favors, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman ,he thought.(The sea)

ü       But, he thought, I keep them with precision. Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It’s better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

ü       He lay in the stern in the sun,compact and bullet shaped, his big, unintelligent eyes staring as he thumped his life out against the planking of the boat with the quick shivering strokes of his neat, fast moving tail. The old man hit him on the head for kindness and kicked him, his body still shuddering, under the shade of the stern.

ü       But they are working far out and fast. Everything that were feeding. But they are working far out and fast. Everything that shows on the surface today travels very fast and to the northeast. Can that be the time of day? Or is it some sign of weather that I do not know?

ü       Then he will turn and swallow it, he thought. He did not say that because he knew that if you said a good thing it might not happen.

ü       Then he began to pity the great fish that he had hooked. He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is, he thought. Never have I had such a strong fish nor one who acted so strangely. Perhaps he is too wise to jump. He could ruin me by jumping or by a wild rush. But perhaps he has been hooked many times before and he knows that this is how he should make his fight. He cannot know that it is only one man against him, nor that it is an old man. But what a great fish he is and what he will bring in the market if the flesh is good. He took the bait like a male and he pulls like a male and his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am?

ü       When once, through my treachery, it had been necessary to him to make a choice, the old man thought.

ü       His choice had been to stay in the deep dark water far out beyond all snares and traps and treacheries. My choice was to go there to find him together and have been since noon. And no one to help either one of us.

ü       “Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends”

ü       “I told the boy I was a strange old man,” he said. “Now is when I must prove it.”

ü       Man is not much beside the great birds and beasts.

ü       For a long time after that everyone had called him The Champion and there had been a teturn match in the spring. But not much money was bet and he had won it quite easily since he had broken the confidence of the negro from Cienfuegos in the first match. After that he had a few matches and then no more. He decided that he could beat anyone if he wanted to badly enough and he decided that it was bad for his right hand for fishing. He had tried a few practice matches with his left hand. But his left hand had always been a traitor and would not do what he called on it to do and he did not trust it.

ü       “The fish is my friend too,” he said aloud. “I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars.”

ü       Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky, he thought.

ü       Then he was sorry for the great fish that had nothing to eat and his determination to kill him never relaxed in his sorrow for him. How many people will he feed, he thought.

工作后依然没有忘记读书，一个月中总要拿一百来块买书，有点“常输”之味。庆幸的是自己也有相当一部分时间，而自己也没有BYBY地浪费了！
大学里一位同学拿了“The old man and the sea"做为毕业论文材料来研读，但是直到最近我才买来草读了一次，其实还是它比较短，书比较薄，看完了还颇有成就感，也算偷懒，呵呵
文章一开篇中的一句话让我很有印象
“Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same colour with the sea,and were cheerful and undefeated."
湛蓝的大海，沧桑的老人，生命的精华全浓缩了在一句话和一双深遂的眼睛中去了，不得不佩服作者的视野与想象力。
下面是一些摘抄的句子,每个句子都表达了老人独特的一面.

有次看了CCTV6的介绍,就下了<<独自等待>>这部老电影过来看,原来自己这几年一直在和男主人公做着同样的事,一直在等待着,等待着与那个自己爱着的女孩牵手.在这几年的节假日里总是傻傻的以为她会如约相见,但是最后常常是自己一个人失落的走在街边,手里握着准备许久的礼物独自伤神!就这样,我们保持着电话和QQ联系,不独不统,她继续着她的精彩,尝试着不同的爱情,我也信守着自己的诺言,等候四年,节假日的时间依然为她而留.但正如电影里的情节一样,在等待的同时却伤了另外一颗等待的心.现在回想,此情可待,无奈成追忆!是否应该太执着于爱情？时常在进与退之间徘徊着。
毕业后一年，在波澜不惊中，平静的离开，不再等候，继续着自己的奋斗与努力，往更高的地方飞去......

    2008年8月7日,七月初七,一个一生也不会忘记的日子,在这天我的家庭和我经历了人生的一场地震,久不能平复,父亲在这天离我们远去,而不孝的我连他的最后一面也没有能够见上,看着那张熟悉的而苍桑的脸,静静地,没有一丝表情,只有那熟睡时的宁静,我的泪水夺框而出,任他的爱子呼喊,而没有回应.
   曾几何时,自以为长大的我不会再有哭泣的时候,但想着无比热心善良的父亲每次在我回家忙里忙外的准备材料做出香喷的盐鸡时,想到这二十五年那热腾腾的早餐时,想到他为我的病疼而愁眉不展时,想到在车外那企盼关切的眼神时,我还是让热泪随思绪流下.
    二十五年的风雨,一点一滴,一生一世,却未及给予父亲一次真正的照顾,只能用这眼泪来送别你最后的路途.
    此时,我相信魂归天国,父亲一生踏实,检朴而厚道,必能归于天国....
    无数别离时,最后一程,请走好...儿子如有来世,必誓再做你的儿子

When you find yourself
In some far off place
And it causes you
To rethink some things
You start to sense
That slowly you're becoming someone else
And then you find yourself
When you make new friends
In a brand new town
And you start to think
About settling down
The things that would have been lost on you
Are now clear as a bell
And you find yourself
That's when you find yourself
Find Yourself
Well you go through life
So sure of where you're heading
And you wind up lost
And it's the best thing that could happen
'Cause sometimes when you lose your way
It's really just as well
'Cause you find yourself
That when you find yourself
When you meet the one
You're been waiting for
And she's everything
That you want and more
You look at her
And you finally start
To live for someone else
And then you find yourself
That's when you find yourself
We go though life
So sure of where we're heading
And then we wind up lost
And it's the best thing that could happen.
Sometimes when you lose your way
It's really just as well
Because you find yourself
Yeah that's when you find yourself

"Don't be evil" is said to recognize that large corporations can often maximize short-term profits with actions that destroy long-term brand image and competitive position. By instilling a Don't Be Evil culture, the corporation establishes a baseline for decision making that can enhance the trust and image of the corporation that outweighs short-term gains from violating the Don't Be Evil principles.

work while you work, play while you play,
this is the way to be cheerful and gay.
whatever you do, do with your might,
things done by halves are never done right.
one thing at one time and that done well
is a good rule, as many can tell.
moments are useless when trifled away,
so, work while you work, play while you play.

  
   今年,是个特殊的年份,2008,虽然它只是刚迈过一半的路程,也许在明天,或者在后天,它又会一次让世人震惊,没有人可以预知.生于此时,当记之.今天,一个美国黑人创造了这个国家的又一历史,不为其它,只是一只句话让我深思.

You chose to listen not to your doubts or your fears,

but to your greatest hopes and highest aspirations.