Writing my travelling records in English will be a great lost in the history of Chinese literature. I know I am so stupid in English writing. However, I can’t help doing this. I forgive the hurt that I bring to English. And I hope so do you and expect your suggestion on my English writing.

This Friday, I made a plan to Lausanne in 1 hour on the next day, Saturday. And I did it.  Lausanne is a city half an hour away from Geneva by train. Before I went there, I didn’t expect too much. But when I got there, Lausanne really surprised me. It is an amazing city. The wonderful location of Lausanne is almost the same as Geneva. It is situated on the shore of Lac Leman with Mont Jura to its north-west.

However, Lausanne looks totally different from Geneva. It is much cleaner and more peaceful. With the architectures, it is like a city much more Geneva. There are more high buildings, wider roads and even a subway line. I have to mention that Lausanne is constructed on the hill. So the city is not flat. I don’t think constructing a subway in such a city is an easy work.

I didn’t make a specified plan of the Lausanne trip. I just wanted to walk around and to ease up. When I arrived in Lausanne, I got on the subway towards to the Cathedral. The view from the flat in front of the Cathedral is vast enough to ease my emotion. And the breeze from Lac Leman is cool enough to blow away all my depression. At the moment I was walking into the Cathedral, I know what so-called “Shanzhai” is. Lausanne is not a famous international city in Europe. The Cathedral Notre-Dame of Lausanne is never well-known at all. However, if the Cathedral of Lausanne is authorized, almost all the famous cathedrals in US are shoddy fake copies. The details of the arch are so perfect, the color glass on the windows is so exquisite and the tone of the environment is so compatible. Everything made me believe that I am in a beautiful European city as I thought before.

Behind of the Cathedral is La Palais de Rumine. I didn’t walk in it. However, in the sunny Saturday morning, walking around a European open market was not bad thing. As the open market in Geneva, cheese, bread and sausage were necessary. Second-hand books and cloths were also everywhere. The most delight thing was that there were a couple of young folks performing in a space. The guy was playing accordion, which the young lady was dancing in a hot Spanish way. The most interesting thing was when I was taking pictures of the beautiful young lady straight ahead, I saw a bold middle-aged man was thievishly-looking taking pictures of the beautiful lady in the back. This act reminded me The Hunchback of Notre-Dame at once. Esméraldas can always inspire people’s desires.

Stepping up along the stone-bricked road, heavily European-styled houses were on both sides. All kinds of beautiful followers were decorated on windowsills, which built such a romantic taste in the warm beginning of a summer. The Chateau St-Maire showed up at the end of the road, which is a castle built in the 15^th century. Although it was not opened to public, I also enjoyed the feeling of standing in front of a CASTLE.

In fact, the most attractive thing for me was a chocolate manufactory in Lausanne. Unfortunately, I never found it. And when I realized that I could not find it at all, I was almost at the Olympic Museum. In the whole 2008, so many Olympic stuffs were in my life. I am not tired of the Olympic. I just try to take a break at the quadrennial game. Anyhow, the museum is the most highlight of Lausanne. And it was good. Especially, the view was so great.

When X recommended me the painting of Kaii Higashiyama, I felt so touching by one of the white horses. The beautiful white fairy is running on the shore of a lake, and behind him are quiet white woods, which made me believe the colors were from the heaven. The white figures and the blue backgrounds match so well, no matter as white as the white horse, the highlight of the woods or the reflection in the water, or n matter as blue as the lake, the woods or the shadow. This picture gives me a lot of peace, makes me feel so relaxed every time I am looking at it. And I always imagine how the colors of the picture came out, whether the colors were just made up by Higashiyama or they were representative some special sense in Higashiyama’s life. It really took me a lot of time thinking about the colors in the White Horse.

However, in Lausanne, I saw the true colors of that picture in the nature. I was shocked totally on my every cell. It was not a clear day. There are many clouds in the sky and some fog around the mountains. However, the lake was reflecting the weather so clearly. Spring trees were elegantly standing on the piedmont. Gray blue stones were calmly sitting on the mountainside. And I was peacefully watching them on the other side of the lake, thinking about whether I was still alive in the world. How could such amazing fantastic view exist in this world? Then, I began to believe I was in the other side of the world, from my home town. The moment I was standing on the shore of the lake, facing up to the cold breeze, I found that I was really enjoying my life.

I was just roaming along the lake by myself, carrying my purse on my shoulder, listening to the wind flying over the water and looking at the people walking in the rain. And to my surprise, I found an amusement since I saw a Ferris wheel. I went ahead towards there, got on the Ferris wheel, made a whole draft of Lausanne in my mind, and summed up that I like Lausanne.

I know Lausanne is the first stop of my lonely wrangling in Europe. I prefer travelling with friends to with myself. But I bet I can enjoy the trip with thinking the whole way. So, just let me smile and greet,” How are you, Europe?”

I don't want to make this blog like the prologue to Beijingers in NYC, which compares a city with the heaven and the hell, which is full of the adoration and abomination to a city, and which touched millions of people's hearts who were living or not living in the city.

My story is dull, boring and even not about the City Geneva. I just steal a name to make a title of this blog.To avoid you suffering my terrible English, I persuade you to stop reading these words now, since I just try to write something down in case of forgetting.With the fear towards French, I can't help myself thinking or speaking in English. I can't face up to my fear and need a veil, which is English.

My mood towards this city is changing every day. It is very hard for me to say whether I like Geneva or not. To be honest, it is a beautiful city surrounded by mountains and water. However, it is also a most stranger for me because of the language.

Every night, I am all the time thinking about whether this is the worst situation I have been facing in my life till now. This is no business of anything expect my accommodation. I like my work here. I appreciate the people here. I only hate the place I stay here. However, it is the cheapest place I can find. The rent is pretty high in Geneva. And sometimes, I think I should sleep in a park because it is almost in summer now, won't be cold enough to kill a human being.

Don't worry. I will never do this since I won't have a show on a water fountain. As the cost of the low rent, I have to share a room with another two girls. I can't say I like them or dislike them. I just know I can't be used to living with them. It is true that I can live with another five girls as in collage. But the five girls should just be the same kind of people as me. They were my classmates and my fiends.

Nevertheless, one of my two roommates nowadays in Geneva is an illegal immigrant using a stolen QQ ID. These girls are clean, tide, working hard and have a living aim. Anyway, I am still not sure whether it is a terrific or terrible situation. They are nice and give me some favour. I don't know why I can't accept them in my mind. Maybe this is the so-called "prejudice", but I never have the so-called "pride". The only one thing I am sure is that this is truly a very precious experience for being a writer. Thank to these days, I may become a great writer better than Mr. Qian. I will tell a beautiful story on how illegal immigrants and poor students survive aboard, which will touch the softest part deeply in your heart, will shock the coldest sense firmly in your mind and will find the truest mood hidden in your soul.

In addition, I am seeking for another place. I won’t find a cheaper place. I just want to get a single room. Please forgive me on writing so much meaningless as an excuse for a more expensive apartment. Snowp told me once that Virginia Woolf trained herself for a writer. I have been wondering how. Now I know. Put yourself in Geneva. You will become a second Woolf!

On the second day I arrived in Geneva, I found that, if Nashville is a hot, sweet, cute American countryside young girl in a perfect body shape with long legs and old jeans, Geneva is a sexy, elegant, beautiful European upper-class courtesan in an expensive dress with big bottom and heavy making-up. Everybody loves the young girl, while everybody is eagle to have a relationship with the upper-class courtesan. I am not a Saint. After three months, I’d like to tell people that, “Tell you a secret. I have done Geneva. “

不要问我为什么喜欢井上雄彦

今天天气很好。于是，突然间想写些什么。没有涉及张氏才女的才华，没有关于胡氏男子的情爱，只有我的胡思乱想，胡言乱语。因为我是标题党，所以一定要在阳光明媚的春日午后贯彻一下我党纲领。

最近起的早些，清醒的时间多些，胡思乱想的时间也就多些。我的文字是很难掩饰我的状态的，常常有人看后一语道破，最近很无聊吧。其实我已经费劲心机的想要用语言去修饰去丰富那单薄的思想了。可惜，报纸不是以花边为主体。

最近，看了井上雄彦和尾田荣一郎的对谈翻译，很是震撼。

以下为访谈的连接 http://www.qpl2u.com/bbs/viewthread.php?tid=1458&extra=page%3D1&page=1

井上算是我很欣赏的漫画家，画风很写实，表现手法细腻。从slam dunk到浪客行，可以算是地地道道的少年漫画家了。其实，我没有看过浪客行，但是看过一些插画，并且惊叹于画面的唯美和触感的张力。我不知道为什么会感到那个描绘着日本战国末年的衣着肮脏破烂的人物的画面美味。但是，每当看到井上的画面时，我仿佛总能体会到那混杂和春泥和青香的微风迎面拂来。而最让我想象不到的是，从佐佐木小次郎篇开始，井上实用毛笔作画。虽然尾田对井上的评价过于肉麻，颇有阿谀的味道，但是在这热情洋溢的恭维中，没有见识过原画的我已经看到了一种飘逸洒脱。并不高产的井上，在竞争激烈的日本漫画界算不上最成功的作者，但他绝对属于最顶级的漫画家。

井上笔下的路飞好帅啊！感觉别有一番风情啊~~~

我知道op已经连载12年了。对于漫画这种以娱乐为主的表现形式，一部漫画的寿命并不是由作者决定的，而是由读者，编辑，出版社等，众多作者之外的事物左右。对于一项连长度都无法掌握的创作，其实是很难把握故事的整体结构的。主人公的命运，情节的发展，都在随着调查问卷改变。请不要抱怨某部漫画的草草完结或者过于狗血的收场，这可能是由于作者已经江郎才尽，也可能是由于作者已经无法再掌控自己的作品了。但是，尾田同学说，（op的）结局从一开始就没有改变过。看到这句话的时候，我不知道有多震撼。我不知道为什么，对尾田的敬佩之情油然而生。说实话 ，我是喜欢op的，我相信尾田的才华，但我始终认为op只是一部画风独特情节逻辑性强的典型的少年热血漫画。尾田在描绘一些浪漫，一些感动，一些鼓舞人心，但不过是所有少年漫画都可以做到的。但如何才能实现从未改变的结局。对于很多从来没有想过结局，或者暂时无法思考结局的长篇，已经连载了12年，并且很有可能将连载20年的op绝对拥有一个超乎一般的缜密结构和逻辑。这大概就像路飞的橡胶果实，可以自然的伸缩长度，改变形状。这不是一种才能，这是天赋异禀。

尾田笔下的武藏很有我喜欢的大叔味道。嘿嘿。

坚持了12年，并且有勇气表示不会改变，这就是一种浪漫。在没有正向压力下的坚持本身就是一种人类最难实现的一种行为，而往后，尾田同学更有可能遇到的还是负向压力。那么，请加油！

Talking about YouTube - Paul Daniels Magic-Philippe Genty Puppeteer
 

以上是我在校内分享的傀儡剧。

小的时候，很喜欢木偶，觉得那是一种很神奇的表演者身体力行的唯美的艺术表现形式。我也很想尝试，希望自己也能有一个提线木偶。幼儿园六一的白雪公主，二宫仲夏的灰姑娘，都是我幼年的最爱。只是当花哨而省力的动漫进入我的世界以后，我便忘记了木偶。

醒来，轻松愉快的迎接这个世界。然后发现自己只是提线木偶。我所不能释怀的是，那人偶缓慢的抬起原本埋在臂弯里的头，悲戚而深重的看着Philippe Genty的时候，那悲痛的目光，决不是忧郁之类的小情感，而是一种断肢心碎之类的大伤。于是，那压抑且诡异的背景音乐又转回为人偶苏醒时轻快美妙的旋律。这是人偶的又一次醒来，卸去一根根给予自己力量与生命的束缚的线。就在他扯断左肩的线的时候，每每看着他的生个身体垮下去，我都能心底的隐痛。 我们都是悲伤的提线木偶。而我，是不会扯断操作线的那一个。

今年，在3月12日，犯了一个错误。然后，在3月13日，又犯了一个超级大的错误。心情太不好。很是不应该。发现的时候已经很晚了。但是，很心痛的感到抱歉。既然，生日不快乐。那么，我亲爱的 妈妈，就在以后的日子尽情的快乐吧。

受了伤破碎的时光 未曾湿润的脸颊湿润了 所谓的爱没有什么理由 真挚的情感 受了伤破碎的时光 未曾湿润的脸颊湿润了 所谓的爱没有什么理由 真挚的情感 就是爱 是的 是的 天使般翅膀你的背上也有 无法理解 一时的回忆 拿 拿出勇气 是的 是的 拿出勇气向着理想飞奔 即使谁来 谁来阻挡 也 也不会退缩的誓言

发现了宝贝！曾经最喜欢的动画《三个火枪手》的片尾曲。我现在还会唱呢~~~~真的是大爱啊~~~~小学时看的动画片，现在还记忆犹新啊~~~~

当时觉得这个词写的好美啊。现在看来，没有当时的惊叹，但依然感动于“天使般翅膀你的背上也有”这句词，始终觉得只能用来盛赞最真挚的所爱。也依然沉醉于“受了伤破碎的时光”，这个大概是我接触过的最精致的比拟。似乎无法去仔细思考这句词的感受，但又是自始至终的似曾相识的感同身受。

不想讨论沉重的话题，但是很有比较解释一下关于做brownies的冲动。

一直在想自己要做什么，能做什么之类的问题。我觉得自己很现实 ，但事实证明我很有可能一个理想主义者，也很有可能是一个浪漫主义者。人生太过漫长，我们必须要赋予其一个明确的意义，才能不令自己误入歧途。而我想做的很简单，只是尽可能多的，去尝试我认为有意思或者可能很有意思的事物，去完成我认为有必要或缺之人生不完整的事物。

对烹饪及料理操作不是很感兴趣，但突然觉得也许以后一旦回国，就很少有机会尝试了。于是想做个蛋糕，于是想吻合自己的个性，做个好吃又简单的蛋糕-Browny。我只是说不感兴趣，没有说不擅长或者做不来。因为，我觉得味道很不错。嘿嘿。

来了美国之后，没少吃browny。但总觉得重巧克力口味的browny口味太重，有点腻。偶然一次吃到轻巧克力口味的browny，真的很感动。主要是，我自己手工操作的第一个蛋糕啊，那能不感动吗？！我也不大算写食谱，食材的包装上都有明确说明。贴个图给大家看看吧。

注明1：这是明显的在完成处女作之后的不可抑制兴奋的自以为是的确实也是的炫耀贴。

注明2：蛋糕上面的洞洞，是我为了测试蛋糕有没有烤熟的时候用筷子戳的。