Thursday, September 10, 2009

Abraham Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln, the great President of the US, was born in a log cabin in Kentucky, America on 12 February 1809. His father was a poor farmer, who did not like to stay in the same place for long.

In 1816, the Lincolns moved to Indiana and stayed there. Life was hard in the new place. Lincoln was only seven, but he tried to help his father. He soon learnt to use the axe and the gun.

One day, Lincoln saw some wild birds flying across the sky. He wanted to shoot one of them. He hoped to give the bird to his mother so that she could cook iy for dinner. Lincoln took his father's gun and shot a bird through a hole in the wall of the cabin. A large bird fell dead to the ground. Lincoln ran out of the cabin to pick it up. But when he reached the bird, he felt sad. The bird lay there very still with its beautiful golden feathers.

Lincoln picked up the dead bird, and walked slowly towards the hut. He made up his mind not to shoot another bird in his life. And he never did.
现在, 一个星期都会来写一首歌或者故事!

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A Little Too Not Over You by David Archuleta

Oohhhh oh, oh

It Never crossed my mind at all.
It's what i tell myself
What we had has come and gone.
You're better off with someone else.
It's for the best, I know it is.
But I see you.
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside,
And I turn around.
You're with him now.
I just can't figure it out.

Tell me why it's so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you,
Not over you...

Memories, supposed to fade.
What's wrong with my heart?
Shake it off, let it go,
Didn't think it'd be this hide
What I feel inside.
And I turn around,
You're with him now.
I just can't figure it out.

Tell me why it's so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.

Maybe I regret everything I said,
No way to take it all back, yeah...
Now I'm on my own..
How I let you go, I'll never understand.
I'll never understand, yeah, oohh..
Oohhh, oohhh, oohhhh..
Oohhh, ooohhhh. oohhh..

Tell me why it's so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.

Tell me why it's so hard to forget.
Don't remind me, I'm not over it.
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth.
I'm just a little too not over you.
Not over you, oohhh...


好听:)


Saturday, August 22, 2009

I am hating a people...i hate her very much, her name is KHOR WEN CHYI, 我恨不得想她死呢!!!why i hate her??? 为什么我那么地讨厌她呢?我是不会随便讨厌一个人的,我讨厌她是有理由的啦!每当上钢琴课时,我一弹错一粒note,她就打我!不是我没有练,而是‘每个人都会有做错的一天’!她也会有出错的,不可能没有!就像说,每个人都有缺点和优点,没有人只有缺点没有优点,也没有人只有优点没有缺点,只是你不知道而已;我从以前就恨你了~直到现在。

Sunday, August 9, 2009

如果有烦脑,我都会写在blog的。
今天的烦恼是
为什么你要那么令人???为什么你就不能对别人好点呢?我天天都在忍,忍,忍!
已经忍够了!我说“有其母必有妻女”!!我真的真的很希望你能改过!不不不!应该说是你们
我每天一看见你门就讨厌!我想,不知我一个讨厌你们吧?

Saturday, August 1, 2009

不明白。。。

有没有练琴啊?有没有练琴啊?这句话天天都在我耳边出现,烦死了!
不过练琴真的那么重要咩?我怎么不觉得?弹钢琴不是为了解除烦恼的咩?
嗨哟,真的是!