Independent Reading Project Reflection

  Through the experience of making my reading project, I somehow understand how difficult is an author writes a Newberry honor book and how hard is to make a fantastic quadrama. I do prefer this independent reading project since we can select our favorite book, although it really spends me a lot of time to design and make the project. Yes, a lot of time. At the beginning, I thought about making a creative model because it will be interesting if it is 3D. However, I'm not an artist. I can barely build the base of the quadrama, which looks like a church. I paint every background by scenes that related to the person's savvy and try to draw "active" characters. It is definitely a great learning lesson that enlightens my creativity. I learn a new ability to do something that I never thought I could accomplish before, and I know that I should take art classes. After finishing the project, I feel that the exercise is worthwhile because I can preserve the model forever. (if there is no earthquake or accident) The project is also a beautiful memory that represents how I spend my life in PAS. I think this is a really great project, but I suggest that we can make some projects that hang on the ceiling. We can even compete with each other whether which one can stay longer. Anyhow, instead of making a project, I would rather like to play games. 

Sands of Time

"Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime.
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time."

After reading the deep poem on top, it reminds me a modern person can accomplish great things. He creates a "language" that can communicate with entire Chinese in the whole world, people can chat really well through his language although they don't recognize others. He creates a wonder in my heart-- He is Jin Yong. He is my favorite martial art and chivalry author and a great model. Although he is old, he never gives up studying and even get Ph.D in University of Cambridge. His writings mingle the true Chinese history with some of the heroes he creates. Readers can find out what happens to China through dynasties and how Chinese tries to drive out the invaders. He also adds lots of philosophical thoughts and religion believes in novels, such as Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. My favorite part of all is the concept of his novels, which emphasizes the importance of the loyalty in brotherhood. I appreciate the steadfast friendship and bond between the characters. They are usually loyal to their brothers and are willing to sacrifice themselves. They aren't scared of death and are willing to die together. I love their firm determinations while they face death.
The literary device that Longfellow using with “leave behind us/Footprints on the sands of time” is metaphor, since the footprints represent the marvels or great accomplishments that people leave behind in the world. As for Jin Yong, the novels he writes have already exist for 50 years, even before I am born. I was so regret that I didn't read his novels until I was grade 7. However, I can promise that his novels will hand down forever, because he is the best martial arts writer ever and has a significant position in leading worldwide novelists. As for me, I wish that I can leave behind "footprints", too. Although I don't really sure whether I have the ability or not, at least, it's a dream that will push me forward. I think I'm more interested in genetic engineering and business. I will definitely learn to be a businesswoman since I would like to study invest and stock certificate. I would like to study genetic engineering because I am attracted by breeding new species. It may produce a large amount of harvest within a short time; therefore, it can help avoid from famine. Since girls like to be beautiful, I think there is a great opportunity for earning money by making cream and essence that include genetic engineering, such as revealable- white- skin genes in plants. Anyhow, this is only a dream. If I wish that dream will come true, I better study harder, get high grades on SAT, and admit to favorite university first.

My Most and Least Favorite

  Since we have read many different types of novels this year, whether talking about growth of brotherhood, a Cinderella, a surviving adventure in wilderness, or a mysterious murder which awarded 200 million. I personally prefer the Outsiders, a novel by S.E. Hinton, which is about a group of boys who have steadfast friendship, with strong loyalty to their brotherhood. The main character, Ponyboy, is thoughtful and intelligent, he treasures the friendship with his brothers and helps them at the right moment. He never bound by his background, the Greasers, oppositely, he is proud of themselves. He is willing to sacrifice himself and help his buddies. "A buddy in need is a buddy indeed". The spirit of brotherhood in the Greasers will remain forever. On the other hand, my least favorite novel is Hatchet. Since it's a surviving adventure in wilderness, the plot is sort of obvious- no matter what did he experience, he would always survive and learn skills that grow him up. First of all, I'm not interested in wilderness, because it seems so dreary and wild (of course). Second, I doesn't like the main character, Brian, because he is too fragile to survive and he isn't agile. Last, he still hasn't solved his internal conflict, the pressure that his mom cheated on his father. The ending is unclear to unveil his internal conflicts. However, the book slightly attracts me when Brian encounters the storm, and when he is dealing with the new environment.

Hip-Hop Language

Splash! Splash!
Don't spread on my face!
Walking at a quick pace
enough to drop a vase
dampen the pretty lace
excel the time in race

Splash! Splash!
swim in the pool
without any complex tool
enjoy the pleasant cool
remote from the warm wool
motions calm and lull 

Splash! Splash
step on the shoal
collect memorable shells
listen to the sea roars
expect a bird to soar
achieve my goals

Splash! Splash!
remember the dreary dream
watch out vampires appear in team
surround and sing a pean
invite passengers stop and see
ask for claps and provide a seat

Since hip-hop language is difficult
and I run out of ideas
therefore
I'm going to stop here

Although the poem isn't "gangsta"
I try to do my best

Epic Language

The bell eventually chimes, like that last section of G surprise, arises me from the llulaby of slumber. Students get ready with their package, prepare to tramp over hills and dales, and reach sweet refuge. However, the sky seems sorrowful, tears with a string of pearls swiftly, I wonder who incurs the sky. Standing under the roof, lonely and desolate, seeking for familiar backsides. A horde of buzzing bees concerns their children in a swivet, are worried that they may be pour by the tears. Looking at them, a warm hand holds another tender hand, with unlimited satisfaction emerges on their faces, my jealousy started to linger in my chambers of  heart. It seems perpetual to wait for a familiar face, perpetual to wait for a wonder, my eyes start to full with worries, is willing to bear but runs out like a stream, enough me to swim. The time seems to freeze at this moment, however, it breaks down when the sun struggles to come out. She asks me: "Did you wait for a long time"? Yes, she is the backside that I keep seeking, the backside that I anticipate to look for a wonder. She is my mom. Holding her hands, we walk slowly back to my sweet cabin, a place I always take refuge. After the sky become brisk, the rainbow emerges in a way that encourages me. Waiting, is not always eternal and bad, it may conceal another starting.

The Epic Hero

Epic poem is a narrative poem that contains details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation. Since epic poem relates in an elevated style, it often exaggerates the quality of heroes. The most famous example would be the ancient Greece epic, Iliad, written by Homer. It is oldest extant work of literature in the ancient Greek language, as the first work of European literature. It talks about great courage and intelligence of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae. He is a successful warrior who eventually led the victor of Greece. There is another epic poem which is made in ancient Mesopotamia-Epic of Gilgamesh. He is a king who has become frustrated by his rule, and decided to battle the frightening monster in the forest. He then slew the monster and became a famous hero in his kingdom. Compares with "Beowulf" and "Casey at the Bat", they are similar since Beowulf is praising the bravery and honor of the hero, and use elegant language in order to look important. On the other hand, mighty Casey seems to be mocked and scoffed as a successful batter. Though it's only a minute and unimportant baseball game, audience seems to anticipate a good score and Casey's significant bat wielding. Though people are disappointed, the readers did enjoy the mocking. 

Adjectives

Abustle
Quiet
Bright
Playful
Joyful
Interesting
Delicious
Multifarious
Enthusiastic
Sportive


crisp
delicate
thin or thick
chocolate
syrup
grillwork-like
exotic


fluffy
cute
warm
intimate
fragrant
treasured
accompanying
stuffed
sincere
attentive


enthusiastic
yelling
delicious
high-heat
savoury
diligent
public
cooperated
saleable


exciting
joyful
sweet
smiling
beautiful
lovable
careful
exchangeable
retroactive
retrospective


chatty
talkative
cautious
considerate
coarse
respectable
encouraged

Experiences

I rode a bike, accidentally fell down by escaping from a dog, and broke my arm severely.
I collected a set of Hello Kitty magnets and hung it in bedroom.
I smelled the fragment of flowers and bamboos while I was hiking.
I sang in chorus with friends and won the competition.
I read fantasy novels which enjoy me.
I played pokemon games in NDS happily and thought about the pokemons sincerely.
I cried for most movies since I was always sensitive to the plots.
I learned to make desserts in cooking club and tried the recipe at home.
I wrote handwritten letters to my friends whenever I was sorrowful.
I solved problems by asking the teacher.
I practiced math questions every day when I was in local school.
I watered the plants that I sowed and tasted them when they ripened.
I blew the candles in my birthday party.
I crawled every day when I was a baby.
I play the piano every Saturday since I love music.

Triolet

A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
bears the grief, sighs the dreary
tears fill up in eyes
A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
The slave wonders why
limits in the cage, seeking to fly, breaks away from weary
A trace of golden stars shot through the sky
bears the grief, sighs the dreary

Limerick

Limerick

Once an angel fallen in love
expels heaven rides snowy dove
bleakly losses the ways
recollects the days
trace of Milky Way blocks and roves

Once a sparrow broke its slight wings
limits in cave but tries to sing
spiritless boredom
wishes to gain freedom
flutters its wings to prove the zing

Once a deer was tired of works
escaped Santa but roamed at fork
leapt the clouds along
listened angels' songs
pleased and put gifts inside the socks

List Poem

The dense, floating clouds

fluffy as the embroidered blanket,

long for the feeling

my mother wrapped me when I was a baby.

The boundless stretch of the azure sky

limpid as a mirror

reflect the images of my family,

but they fogged vaguely                     

my memory is losing in a labyrinth

rouses me to regain it

yet the time and space just tortuous

torment my mind

Is this the heaven?

Though my soul is here
my mind is still lingering among the world

I can’t leave it behind
I can’t abandon without revisiting my family and friends

Life is too short for me
The last goodbye

disappears when I haven’t said it out loud
The memories flash
I can barely remember

the happiness when my brother lived in my mom’s belly
the excitement when I played roller coaster in Disneyland

the inquietude when slow Internet speed with noisy mosquitoes
the disappointment when books out of stock
the fidget of scattered holes
the frustration when I can’t memorize the Spanish grammar

preterit and imperfect tenses with vocabularies

bother my mind even when I was sleeping

terrible French homework
misunderstand the meaning
English- Mr. McCool
prefixes with suffixes
disturb my leisure
However, they are the memories
gradually cover with veils
remote and vague
The memory that I want to regain
is my family and friends
wishing to look at them
wishing to embrace them
wishing to stay with them
My soul is wound by invisible hurt
it can’t back to the past
treasure the time

that I live with them
Right now,
it’s still waiting for reincarnation
to meet them.

Free Writing

  I was thinking about writing a reflection for Shiver at the very first moment, because it is my favorite romantic love story through a silent gaze of a yellow-eyed wolf and a girl for six years. However, I changed my mind after a series of cautious pondering. Since we underwent the medieval European competitions, I was so disappointed that I couldn't really do other works till this moment. I finally overcome the bottleneck and am willing to face the truth. Our group has spent a bunch of time to paint the castle or make the armor. We tried to camouflage as best as we can, anyhow, the fortune wasn't at our side--the teacher accidentally pointed out where the fragility was. As for other events, we were unlucky to get the prizes. We did try hard but we didn't gain any results. The feeling just like twisted and twined by a tense vine but without being capable to breathe anything, crashed into trembling void, lingering among the darkest night, without any lights. However, a sea of cold spreads upon my mind, I finally understand the things I should know earlier- we have other chances and wishes. No matter how life disappointed you, there is always another casement that god opens for you. Life will find its own way. I shall be optimistic, instead of wasting time to feel sorrowful, I shall stand up for myself, entertain a hope. After all, tomorrow is another day. :D

My List

308.
Mischievous gorillas who jump and roar every day,
madhouse which takes care neuropathic people,
Canadian who is friendly and smiles happily,
monks who have their heads shaved,
Sports day- relay race- cheers for victory,
forever pressure on grades,
stupid math genius- champion of IMO,
Yuan Gui Fei & 許純美 dramatic performance-ladyboy,
master of ceremonies; compere,
delicious sushi, apple water ice in spring fair--
Team spirit prize, the memory I didn't join