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 楼主| 发表于 2012-3-7 17:24 | 只看该作者
Red Deer

It has been a while since I knew this girl, Catherine. When I think of her, I can always imagine that this girl with such special character as quietness and intelligence is the symbol of my love, my endless and everlasting love. It has been uneasy for me to think of her, her personality and character. Often too many times, her image entered my thoughts and my brain unstoppably. And traceably, this beautiful lady has been occurring in my mind for nearly a month. And every single moment when I think of her, I can feel the love and her beauty as with me, along. In these nights of summer, my feeling for her swept me like the wave of the ocean, powerful, strong. When the up and down of wave glided my mind, I could always feel this girl, this special girl entered my life. So much like a sailor, me, gliding with the boat in the unknowing open sea. Only she comforted my mind thus I felt Catherine was always with me.
The summer was such a special time in this part of the world, Montreal, Canada, this special city of French and English majorities and minorities from all parts of the world, the city which was built beside the St-Lawrance River sometimes back in the history when the French and English settlers came to North America in 18th century from Europe. Maple trees in the parks and along the city streets were tall and strong, standing, silently. When the smooth and warm wind blows from Northern Atlantic ocean, their leaves and branches moves from left to right following the blowing wind. Flowers were around everywhere you can see, lily, rhododendron, azalea and flowers you could not name. Swimming pools were built in the parks. You can sometimes see people swimming in the pool. Life is easy and casual in this city.
Strange thoughts took me these couple of days. Did she love me? Or, I loved her instead. I know Catherine for about a month. She is a musician, a Roman Catholic, and I, an engineer. My name is John, a Chinese having a very good Christian name. I liked the good characters in American movies, very heroic. It looked to me every one of them is born to save the earth. John in the Terminators, I remembered. Catherine loves art and music. And for me, music is my favorite, so I like fine Chinese paintings and western paintings.
I first met Catherine in an Asian fine arts museum in Paris. It was an exhibition. When I went into the exhibition hall, I saw a beautiful western girl entered from the security gate. She wears a fine blouse and a pair of blue jeans. She argued with the security guard about her camera. She could not talk very well in French, I couldn't too. She forgot to bring her camera into the museum, but she has already entered through the gate. She wants to go back for her camera, it seemed the security guard says camera is not allowed in the museum. I stepped forward and explained to her in English. She thanked me. She is a beautiful young girl. I liked her. After some introduction and seeing I am an Asian guy, Catherine asked me whether I could show her around for the exhibition.
金石镂空,了了蝈笼。资成新风,皓月无梦。 学圆堂主人胡文仲题 lychonantiques.org
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发表于 2012-3-7 18:41 | 只看该作者
哥们儿,真不是想打击你,但是正确认识自己的能力是对一个正常人的基本要求之一。如果你精神上没有什么疾病的话,还是多交交朋友,不要每天活在你的小世界里了。

你网站上英文水平说好听点是“短文改错”,说难听点就是狗屁不通,说深入点就是你完全把脑中想表达的中文直接硬生生的翻译成英文写出来,还远远不具备用英文直接表达的能力。至于出了英文书,那是因为你自己出钱。

关于你的书法,说实话,本人能用小腿写出那个水平。

还是那句话,去医院检查,多交朋友。大多数人是在具有坚实的物质基础后才接触古玩,文学和书法,而你看起来刚刚相反,所以特别廉价。
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 楼主| 发表于 2012-3-7 18:55 | 只看该作者
Post by bbnmontreal;3055993
哥们儿,真不是想打击你,但是正确认识自己的能力是对一个正常人的基本要求之一。如果你精神上没有什么疾病的话,还是多交交朋友,不要每天活在你的小世界里了。

你网站上英文水平说好听点是“短文改错”,说难听点就是狗屁不通,说深入点就是你完全把脑中想表达的中文直接硬生生的翻译成英文写出来,还远远不具备用英文直接表达的能力。至于出了英文书,那是因为你自己出钱。

关于你的书法,说实话,本人能用小腿写出那个水平。

还是那句话,去医院检查,多交朋友。大多数人是在具有坚实的物质基础后才接触古玩,文学和书法,而你看起来刚刚相反,所以特别廉价。

懂sense么?我的sense是很中式老派的。。。。。。。。。。中文英语老外也看得懂的不是?还有拿钱砸古玩文学书画是俗人的玩法,都是中国人,我想你懂的。
金石镂空,了了蝈笼。资成新风,皓月无梦。 学圆堂主人胡文仲题 lychonantiques.org
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 楼主| 发表于 2012-3-15 13:34 | 只看该作者
出了五本书,卖相差得厉害。也只有看淡点了,免得伤得厉害。。。。。。。。。。
金石镂空,了了蝈笼。资成新风,皓月无梦。 学圆堂主人胡文仲题 lychonantiques.org
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发表于 2012-3-22 09:58 | 只看该作者
我的旧作,曾经三次拿去评奖,都没得奖。大家看一下吧。

The protagonist must play


Frank, like usual, made him a cup of instant coffee in this early morning, add some liquor into the cup, then brought the coffee to his bed room. He sat in front of his laptop, sipped the coffee, and turned on the computer. Then he sipped the coffee waiting for the computer to start, sitting there, and thinking. The computer was ready, he went on checked his email and browed the Internet immediately.


Frank is a young man, 31 years old, with a couple of year experiences working in the high technology field in the Silicon Valley. He is an engineer.


Frank has a round face, rigid and dull with a curve line around his cheek and his chin. He is beard so you can see his black beard around his chin. He is a Chinese man, and he is known hard to his colleagues and his friends.
He is ready to go to work in his small technology company.


“Look at this, it seems some distortion.” Frank’s boss handed Frank a chart.


“Could it be the root cause of the abnormality of our mirrors, maybe it caused the mirrors to drift.” Frank said to his boss.


“Might be,” his boss said with a cautious tone. Then he added, “could you take a look at it? Find what caused it.”


“O.K., I will look at it. It might be the heat of the mirror, doesn’t look like electrical noises.” Frank said.


“Do it.” His boss said.


Frank took the project and went back to his cubicle. It was the first time he took projects like that, and it meant his boss trusted him and treated him as an industrial physicist.


Frank had an undergraduate degree from Physics in a university in Montreal, Canada, where his family locates. Frank married one year ago and would like to move his wife to North America from China.


The Northern California has very good spring season, it filled with smooth spring breeze under the sun. The trees are green after the warm winter has passed, and even in the winter, trees are green in this place. The cherry was ready to blossom, looking at the flowers, you would never have dreamed that you are in the Heaven. Heaven, Frank thought, might I go to Heaven when I die. Frank is a Christian.



Frank’s company was not sponsoring him for the H1 working visa for him to work in the US. He worked under TN visa, the NAFTA, the term stands for North America Free Trade Agreement signed by US, Canada and Mexico. He is very mad at the company and last time when he talked to the HR manager about the visa, she was trying to confuse his and never said yes to agree to sponsor his H1 Visa. That means he could not immigrate to US and continue to work in the country.


Frank played an important role in his company now. The project he took, the distortion in the chart is a sign he was going to play the key role. He is a staff engineer. He was working in the project, tried to fit the data to a Bessel Function of some order. The data, the abnormality of their mirror looked like a Bessel of certain order.


Before he found the root cause of the drift of the mirrors, the reality made Frank to decide to go back to Canada to sponsor his wife to immigrate to the country. He was sure about the immigration process, she was going because he is a Canadian citizen. Frank resigned his job and flied back to Canada. His American life has ended.


In this early spring season, Canada was still covered with snow.
After coming back to Canada, Frank was busy looking for a job and sponsoring his wife’s immigration visa.


Canada is a great country, the number two in the world on size of the land, just after Russia. It is also a G7 country, the Great Seven Industrial Nations. The living standard and condition in Canada is ranked very high in the world.
Frank lived in Montreal with his parents. Montreal is also a great place to live, but it is a both French and English city. Frank doesn’t know any French, and he decided to learn it. He took the lesson hosted by the immigration departments in Montreal, and he was ready.


Cherry, Frank’s wedded wife came to Canada from China after about one year of her immigration process, and Frank was very happy.


The economy went very terrible in the years after Frank left the US. Even before he was working there, it had signs of recession, the stock market crashed in early 2001. Then it was a couple of years of global recession. Not only in the US and Canada, the economy was bad everywhere in the globe.


Cherry had a lot of resentment for Frank and decided to leave him after about one year arrival in Canada. And Frank thought, it was because he did not find a job with steady income that he had to work in some Chinese restaurants for delivery work and kitchen works. After Cherry left him, Frank tried to write in English and also Chinese, poetry, stories and prose, anything since he was very interested in English literature back in his college years. He did it for fulfillment after he received his welfare and disability checks, he now had free time, and he also tried to publish his work to sell books for money. Frank had successful experiences as an engineer and he would like to succeed again as a writer. He could not stand failure. That will make him very low in spirit and as a person. He was never able to find an engineering job again here in Canada, also he thought about going back to US after Cherry left him, imminently, but he could not locate a position. He was in great despair.


Frank suffered from depression and
psychozephenia, even back to his school years. His family had history of the diseases in his grand mother’s side, and there were some family members died of mental illnesses. That is why he applied for welfare and disability. He got the checks and now he could stay a while to write his stories and also prose and poetry. Frank loved poetry.


It was the spring season here in Montreal island, late April. The early spring breeze and the affection of it in the warm air were very smooth. Smell the spring, they always say. And when you smell it, the warmth and the sweetness in the air made you faint. The trees were green, and people across the island came out to start to play on the ground. Frank standing in front of the university library, took out his
Player’s cigarette, and smoked. The gray concrete of the building is rigid and standing still. The first floor glass window is shiny like an mirror so you can see the people and the sights reflecting from it. The birds are chirping on the trees beside the side walk. In a little while, Frank finished his cigarette, and he flicked the cigarette butt on the bicycle path in front of the building.


Frank’s writing works are due to that he had enough time after he was unemployed, and he did them for fulfillment. He found writing and reading enjoyable experiences, prominently. He tried to send his works to some literary magazines and publishers, but he was unable to get them to hold their attention, he had to publish them himself. He also paid money he saved to critics and asked them to look at his books and give opinions, but he never got very positive opinions from them.


Frank found literary critics are especially hard to writers. He thought writers write to punch the public, but the critics write to punch the writers. Literary criticism is a special field of works in writing, and they often are very critical and hard to writers, especially when the writer’s works are self-published. After Frank spent a lot of money in his publishing and critics, he sort of wanted to quit his writing career absurdly that he maintained for quite a couple of years. No money, no rewards or literary awards had been issued under his name. e
HeH He was kind of tired. But he did not quit, he thought he can write well enough to get the public’s attention, so he continued writing. He even thought of become a full time professional writer and make a living on writing his English and Chinese works.


Now Frank is here, distressed for living well, obsessed, unsatisfied, poor and misfortunate. These made him disease worse significantly. Frank was obsessed of many things, literary critics, reading, women and the public. These obsessions may due to the fact he is ill, or may it due to the fact that he is poor and unsatisfied. He used to work very well in California, but now he thought the industry here in Canada has abandoned him and left him along in this cold realistic world of Canada. Even though he never had a steady profession here in Canada after his university graduation, Canada also failed him. When he was trying to look for a job and send his resumes to companies, he never got positive feedbacks, sometimes, he was fortunate enough to get an interview, but it seemed to him that managers and directors were not paying attention. Frank needed to make a living and pay tax, without like his current situation here that he never need to pay tax in his annual tax filing.


Frank has political afflictions, and he is a left wing Liberal extremist here in Canada. He even dreamed of an imperialism China, and he knows many Chinese have the thoughts, if not vision. He also knows that no Chinese will liberate against Chinese Communists, even though Chinese Communists are evil. No Chinese will stand up and face Chinese Communists’ machine guns.

Frank was obsessed with women, that he thought someday he would find a girl and get married again, under the condition his current situation became better. He is obsessed with beautiful girls’ colored fingernail polishes when he saw them on the bus or on the subway. He thought girls’ wearing beautiful fingernail polishes are very **, all the colors, black, purple, green and pink, anything **. And he thought girls don’t have colorful fingernail polishes are stupid. Also Frank is obsessed with women earring. A pair of nice earring on a beautiful woman makes him aroused. One day, he saw a beautiful black girl wearing very ** outfit and a pair of killing earrings on the subway, so he left the seat beside the girl earlier, and he went to stand in front of the subway door. While standing with the running subway, he thought that he was being very stupid. Later on he understood the earrings are female sex symbols, and it is the transcendence of the female sex onto the earrings. Frank is a man.

“What is your name?” Frank asked the female bartender in a local bar.


“Lily, what is yours?” The bartender responded with a smile.


“Frank, my name is Frank.” Frank answered her urgently.


Lily saw Frank was an interesting guy, and said to him, “where are you from?
Frank.”


“China.” Frank said.


A customer stepped into the bar, and Lily went busy hosting him. Their conversation stopped.


Frank thought that he was from China had nothing wrong, even though they do jeopardize Chinese, so he wished to continue his talk with Lily. But it seemed Lily was busy and forgot about him. They never talked again. Lily is a pretty enough girl.


Life was boring and dull, Frank thought seamlessly. He was very obsessed with his life. He knew life has no promises and God has no promises.
He now even found reading in English was boring and dull, and he turned himself to more Chinese reading. He found it a pretty good medicine. Chinese is his mother tongue. Frank composes very good Chinese poetry, but he never had his Chinese poetry published. He is in Canada, and it seemed hard for him to publish overseas in China.



Frank was also obsessed with religion, he used to be a good Christian with a good faith. Now he thought Christianity and God were wrong, and even he thought God does not exist, otherwise, He would not let him suffering from all these in his life along. He would try to help him and gave him some hope. He found himself impossible. He turned himself into Buddhism learning and practicing. He did not find God satisfied him, but he found the concepts of truth, beauty and kindness of Buddhism satisfied him. In Buddhism, you only need to practice, someday you may become a Buddha after you reach a certain state. This had given him hope.

Life is like a double chain, chained Frank up, so he will never find it easier. Frank was obsessed with life now. Only his writings made Frank sure he exists, sufficiently. Sometimes in the winter season, the snow flake outside the windows made Frank sure he exists when he look at the dancing snow flake in the sky. He thought they are beautiful. Frank knows that his life sentences are his diseases, even though his doctor said he is recovering, he knows he is still suffering from them.
One day, Frank saw the restaurant manager, Dan was looking at a bottle of wine in the restaurant beside the bar. He was looking at the year, label and the alcoholic percentage. A couple of days passed, Frank saw Dan on the street downtown. So he greeted him and they had hand shake.
“Not working today, Dan.” Frank said.
“Today I am off.” Dan recognized him and said.
Then Frank said “Goodbye” to Dan. Dan said “Goodbye” to Frank. And they went on their own ways.
Life was boring, and dull, Frank thought. Maybe there are writings, arts, books and music with him, He still found it boring and obsessed. Living as a bypassing being is a very dull experience to Frank. He was only forty years old, and there will be a long way to go in his life. He lost his passion to life sooner, from the way in his poetry that he adored life imminently and thought he is the one to bring life around. His obsession made his life like fires burning him, he was not only bored, but also desired more and more. He did not know the obsessive desire and even the excessive desires for knowledge were sins in Christianity. But he is not Christian anymore, he now practice Buddhism, mainly.

Frank had a couple of website selling things to customers, this and that, new one and used ones, and he features Canadian flag as his store logo. He is not guilty for utilizing the Canadian flag for his logo, for taking advantage of Canada. Advantages, we humans take advantages all the time, he thought, “We optimize the nature, learn from it, and merge to a tougher result for out better livings.” He had such understanding. And He thinks flag is a flag, people are people and business is business. The reality in his life makes sure that he needs to make some money for his living, flag or not.
He thought the flag is not a cynical logo, at least. Frank hates cynicism. Even he thought someday he would sell flags over the Internet, Canadian flag, American flag, Chinese flag, British flag, countries he had affiliation with.


When Frank was sorry for his life, he remembered his Northern California experience which made him regretted. He regretted quitting his decent job and coming back to Canada to sponsor his wife. He might have stayed for longer and have found a different job which they sponsor him a H1 Visa, so he could stay in America. But now it was too late, they forgot him, the industry, seamlessly. He had to suffer, and continuing suffering until the very end of it. Also he had to write about his life, his suffering, his obsession, his misfortune for people to read. He was sorry but he had to urgently.

Frank tried to sell his books to readers without significant success. He tried to talk to local bookstores but they said they have quota for books they can stack on the shelf. Now Frank mainly had to sell them on the Internet. He continued his writing career and tried publishing more works, mainly by himself. But the results were terrible, that for seasons and seasons, seasonal reports said zero books had boon sold. That was the reality and no one could change that. The reality was, no paycheck.

Life has been very terrible to Frank.e would not let him suffer

Frank walked on an empty street at night, along, turned around the corner and stepped into the University main building. He was side listening to this Modern Fiction lecture in the university this winter season, and he was not paying the tuition fee. He did not have money to pay.
It was approaching Christmas, and the streets were decorated with colorful lights. Frank was sitting in the classroom and thought, he deserves a better life.


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 楼主| 发表于 2012-4-14 10:30 | 只看该作者

When Jesus Dies

When Jesus Dies

Author: Sha Yan

Marc is a hard and decent man, 28, single. He is a faithful Christian baptized in a local church. He has a sharp edged face, and his cheek bone formed a “V” shape at the bottom showing the curve line. His nose is straight with strong and dull nose bone on the top, and his nose tip is a little red showing slightly pink skin and flesh, just like a ripe cherry. Marc has a girl friend, Cherry, 24 living alone without her parents. Cherry is not a Christian, and Marc thinks someday to convert her.

“Sin……..” pastor raised his tone when he talked about sin in the Sunday worship service, and Marc well listened to his talk while sitting on the bench in the church. He prayed for Cherry and him, and for her to become a Christian, so they can get married easily.

One day after Sunday worship, Marc went to work with his fullest energy prominently. Marc always tried to work hard. One colleague ask him, "did Jesus heal your sin? We went to the dance club last Friday. Remember." Marc simply replied to him, "dancing is not such a sin. I did not even realize such action commit anything that is not holy. Of course, it can not be holy too." Yes, they went to dance club and Cherry went along with them. Of course dancing is not a sin, Marc thought still.  When Marc went to his cubical and turned on his computer, an Internet message popped up and displayed a naked woman in front of him superficially. That day, he could not work much and he thought a lot of these kinds of things, such as sin and holiness. He called Cherry and talk to her over the phone about the scene he saw on the computer. Cherry laughed.

The second weekend came along. Marc was like usual, went with his colleagues to a beer pub after work. After a couple of beers, Marc's colleagues went on to a peep show pub, called him to come along. Marc did not know where they would go. He figured that they are going to the dance club again, and he wouldn't mind to dance with them. It is not a sin, he thought. That night Marc did not drink anymore and went home early. He went on to sleep after he got home. He thought it was good that Cherry did not go along with them to the peep show. Marc was innocent and he wished Cherry would be as innocent as an angel.

Marc thought about it, his colleagues must have been kidding with him. They knew he is a Christian. Marc thought he had committed a sin by looking at women naked in front of him in the peep show club. After that night, he started to think about women, and Cherry, and he started to have sex fantasies.

          The colorful flowers are blooming wildly in Marc’s garden, red, blue, yellow. Marc especially had a garden and sometimes he took care of the plants in it. It was raining for the day, and the pathway towards his front door is imminently wet and slippery. The rain dripped from Marc’s roof top, “di…….di……” and they landed on the ground pitching the small sound. It was on Saturday and Marc was annoyed by the rain dripping that day and could not concentrate on what he was doing.

Sunday morning, Marc went to the church.  Pastor said as always, “SIN…..” Marc silently prayed to God during the Sunday service, and wish God responds to his prayer.

On the coming Monday, when Marc went to the office. His colleagues did not talk to him. After he sit down in front of his computer, turned it on, he did not see the Internet message again. He worked very well for the day, and after, the whole week. When Friday night comes, he did not go with his colleagues to the pub. He could not forget the experience he had in the peep show club in the last weekend, He went alone to a different pub near his home himself. He called Cherry to join him. They drank a lot that night. When Sunday morning comes, Marc went to the church again, and the pastor as well said, “SIN………”

Marc thought about Jesus when he died on the cross silently, and he called, “Father, save me……..” There is no response from God for Marc. Marc is disappointed, silently.

          After it went fine, a new week went just finely. Friday came, Marc went out with Cherry to the beer club that night until it was very late again. Cherry asked him to accompany her home. They walked home. And Cherry mentioned last time Marc talked about the naked woman he saw on the Internet. Marc did not say anything. They went to Cherry’s apartment for tea, as Cherry insisted. In the tea session, Cherry stood up, and took off her jacket since she felt it was very hot.
         
          In Cherry’s apartment, there was a single red ripe rose in a white and blue decent porcelain vase. The red rose is wildly blooming, left some petals scattered around the vase on the table. The red rose left a black shadow under the light.

It was mid-summer night. Marc felt very hot too. So he took off his coat silently since it is hot, and as he saw Cherry took off her jacket and he felt arouse in him. He became red faced, urgently. Who could believe that, Marc was a virgin, and Cherry, it seemed she had sex experiences. She saw Marc’s red face, and she tried to calm him down. And later still she took off her blouse, and Marc felt faintly all the sudden, he tried to stop her. Cherry did not seem want to stop. He took off her bra deliberately. Marc felt so arouse in his sex, still red faced. Now Cherry is half naked in front of Marc, and said to him,

“That’s what you saw, baby, now look at me…….”

Marc did not say anything, felt amazed. He looked at her breast, with her nipples tipped up red just like red cherry. He was so amazed and wondered what  Cherry would do next. No, wait a moment, Marc thought, “I am a Christian, Christians are not supposed to have sex before marriage.” Marc remembered teachings from the church.

“Come to me, Marc.” Cherry said with a welcoming tone.

Marc tried to refuse Cherry, but he really couldn’t. It seemed women had power over men, especially on sex, and lots of times, elsewhere in their lives. Marc silently prayed to God, and called, “oh, God, save my soul.” Then he tried to touch Cherry’s body and her white little breast.

That Friday night. Marc and Cherry had sex. After they had sex, Cherry simply said, “so what, we had sex. Don’t you just like it. “ And Marc said with his red face, “yes, Cherry, it was amazing.”

Yes, Cherry had been good to Marc. Like listening to him, whatever he wanted to say, nearly obeying his wills, as always. She simply wanted them to have a happy life together. She tried to be a little bossy after that Friday night. She tried to point around Marc for his direction, and she tried to possess Marc.

In turn Marc could not refuse her wills. He tried to confront Cherry. And he thought, “I committed such a Sin, but I still wanted Cherry to be a Christian.” He prayed silently, “yes, God, tell me I am not dead yet.” Marc thought, maybe next time, I would be able to resist temptations.

But Marc couldn’t. He still regularly went to church, and pastor always said, “SIN……..” Marc found pastor had been very boring when he talked about the Sin.

Marc and Cherry had sex again and again, sometime weekdays, sometimes weekends, either in Marc’s apartment or Cherry’s.

Marc thought about it, sex with Cherry and the sin. He has no will to be against church or something like that, and he has no will to be against church teaching as well. He thought, “I committed such a sin, will God forgive me.” And he thought about his will to convert Cherry to Christian and he shook his head. It seemed God did not respond to him, and it seemed Jesus is dead. Marc is disappointed again and he thought, “Cherry has been good to me, oh, Cherry.” He thought someday when the time came, he might ask Cherry for marrying him. And they could build a family together and have a happy life together. He remembered the rose he saw in Cherry’s apartment when they had sex for the first time. He was amazed by Cherry’s attitude towards him.

I will stop here. A bright eye can see the end. Yes, one of my friends asked me when I told the story, "what happened to Marc then?" I said, "he never went to church again ever since. Jesus is dead for him.”
金石镂空,了了蝈笼。资成新风,皓月无梦。 学圆堂主人胡文仲题 lychonantiques.org
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 楼主| 发表于 2012-4-15 11:23 | 只看该作者
可能要收版税的哈!

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 楼主| 发表于 2012-6-6 17:24 | 只看该作者
Red rose does not smell perfume
Sha Yan
Here she comes. She, an English girl, cold face without smile. She is beautiful, I realized. Is she an automaton?
She is in my poetry class. I happen to involve with study of English literature and taking three classes in a local university. First year study. Classes are stressful, lots of readings. In my poetry class, I saw this girl, sitting in the first row. No, two girls, another one prettier than her, looked pure and innocent. She made me think of the classics English feminine figure I have studied in the class.
This girl, this cold icy girl. I don’t know her name. She reminds me the another figure I have studied in my English class, the doll, the automaton. But no, wait a moment. She is beautiful as a doll, but she is not motionless. Definitely not motionless. She has long curly blonde hair. Still, she does not smile, like ice. I liked her coat, long coat reddish purplish. So I liked her new, shiny boots.
Here she comes, and she said her name is Peter, Peter Lo, specifically. How odd? A girl has man’s name. Right, that iceberg.
We had beers together. Guinese, “mind to have a beer”, she said. She brought a red rose with her, for me. I smelled the red rose, it does not smell the perfume. “mind I order,” I looked at her and said. She smiled. It was the first time I saw her smile. Then we had beer together.
She looked beautiful with her splendid hair poured down like a fall. “Take off my dress,” she said to me. I tried to kiss her mouth, she moved back timidly. But I still caught her. Her lips were soft.
She is naked, in front of me. I kissed her breast and her body. We had sex. Now she told me mildly her name with a smile, “Catherine,” she said. It was the second time I saw her smile, after we had sex. I remember her name forever.
What is she really like? Cold, iceberg, beautiful, splendid, I am running out of words. The red rose. Is she a red rose? She presented me the red rose in the beer bar. She is that red rose. Cold as she is. She is not the automaton as I have studied in the class. She is the red rose does not smell the perfume.
金石镂空,了了蝈笼。资成新风,皓月无梦。 学圆堂主人胡文仲题 lychonantiques.org
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