帕布莉卡已立秋，浓烈了几日份的书—艺伎回忆录。
（鬼话连篇的中英文读书日记“三明治”，要不要来一份）
It’s very easy to picture what Japanese life is when you bump into a Japanese novel. Traditionally, the snow and death, dominated in Japanese literature, are usually chose by Japanese litterateurs. It is like the cups and saucers or the knifes and forks. While reasonable thing still can’t be unchanged even this book that must read is not finished as of today…
In stark contrast to the novel I have read before, Memories of Geisha is more approaching the reality even it’s full of similar story-telling plots and distinct Japanese culture from that of China. It reminds me of both of Chinese and Japanese burn incense while the former worships the Buddha in temple and pray for good luck but the later has Altar at home. Meanwhile, superstition is also worthy to be mentioned. Sake for dispelling the bad luck in Japan superstition while rice for driving ghost away in China. At length the geisha dresses kimono in teahouse while Chinese poets hold the scripture in courtyard with the petal scattering on the floor. Dissimilar to the traditional novel, the book centering on geisha gives a full play of its cultural roal through their tiny lacquer box containing rouge for lips, Hatsumono’s kimono details including her outfit with sash and plum-colored obi with silver threads.The sophiscated dressup and makeup uncover the mysterious veil. Everything about geisha is elegant until it ‘s funny tht this little girl describe the the full painted lips like two big slices of tuna…hahhaha
Some sweet and short sentences are always attractive for me. The tears chiyo-chan blinked back in an unfamiliar circumstance, pooled in her eyes before she could think of how to stop them or welling in her eyes are deeply moved me when all the misery is given in front of this little girl. One can’t help recalling the days when you are a little girl. Living in life, people fighting against the torture is like the one swimming against the torrents. Someone becomes worrisome and pinched and sensitive to any unrest or commotion around them. Surrounded by unstable circumstance, people either walk ina harry and lost themselves in patches of mist or strive to looking for a belief or religion so that they can rely on and live in the rest of life .
Sometimes, catcalling from the mediocre is disgusting. Like the mite outnumbering your imagination in your bed linen is always unseen but makes you uncomfortable. So go ahead to wash your bedding and uproot the breeding ground of mite. Then occupied yourself with making tea keeps every underlying quarrels in peace even you know what will happen to you and is happening surroundings.
Writing here in the expression, phrases and new words I have learned in those original English works is actually uneasy for me. More writing in new words, deeper impression in your head. Over the matter of knowledge, It’s treated as personal trove driven by your cultivating interest. “Personal” icdicates something behind the truth you have seen or another picture under the straightforward surface. Thus, being tipsy woman /man instead of the serious person or the drunkard, we could find things new and a path clear at dawn in the boundless world and the fantastic reality.
What’s past, is prologue.
凡是过去，皆为序章。
这年带在身边的很多电子书最多，但是看的时间却很少。一直拖拖拖才囫囵吞枣地把这回忆录看完，回忆录的生词少，也好在kindle自带的的词典，多少扫除了阅读的障碍，才坚持看。想想还有本书因为懒得查词，都搁浅了还几个月。好多时候空闲的时间很少，也不是忙，就是日常的生活和基本的工作占用了大部分的时间，再留出可怜的剩余时间锻炼身体，可以说再有些精力放在学习和爱好上就紧张了很多。当性质不够浓烈时，也就傻傻发个呆就过去了大半个下午。
今日话：
胡拼乱凑的三明治英语也就是强行把最近的词再复述了一遍，加深印象。坚持的insanity才一个月，只感觉shaun T不是人，堪称神呐，肺活量无敌。最近强加20来分钟的慢跑，整个人都不好鸟。
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