The Land of Conjurors

Today I rode my motorcycle on the road of Gushan District and suddenly found that I seemed to pause more than proceed on my ride. I sprawled my eyesight and then discovered the major cause. It was the traffic lights which kept detaining me whenever I was proceeding and then had to make a stop for a while... no, in fact it was more than a while... The traffic lights are set in some of the blocks for the safety of the circulation of the cars as well as the pedestrians. Nevertheless, there are too many traffic lights in Gushan be set among the blocks and small lanes which intersect the major road, causing the increase of emissions from the gases and petrol because the drivers and the riders have to stop continuously when the stop light is on. Furthermore, the air pollution can be sensed somehow since many factories are also sited in Gushan. Some of the intersection of the road are definitely in need of the traffic light, especially in schools or some other places that are usually packed w

Sometimes most of the doctors treat the patients as the persons who know nothing of their illness. Today I went to the clinic and saw a grandma who had visited the clinic several times but still deserved the treatment that was the same. She told the doctor that she seemed not to be cured as having taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor. She seemingly looked older than others; nonetheless, the doctor still responded nothing for the treatment. The doctor just swiftly made a statement of the grandma's physical condition and showed his contempt for the grandma's questions. This situation also happened on the child who was the next one to be diagnosed. The child appeared to be pretty afraid of the medical equipment because the doctor began to conduct with medical tools on his hand. The nurse merely praised the child for the cooperation and finally gave him a candy as a compliment. And the child's mother was quite satisfied with what nurse had done to her child. Yet the doct

I traced the direction of the light, and thought about how I was being a part of the nature as a gorgeous painting. As I trod into the shadows from the lushes, something excruciating seems to be frozen...gradually is flowing away. I was melted by the time I seemed to be an empty container filled with the hills and abundant trees. I thought of nothing to fight with anything at all, by which the light tells me nothing but merely shines on me in a slight angle that dangles a somewhat of a quirky oblique line. The colour of green pervades. Thick as well as heavy it seemed, matcha-like of the green algae exuberantly crawling on the surface of the lake and grey stones own its inward power of greenish gush. The egrets standing smoothly and steadily at the coconut palms were taking naps, interfered continuously by the lures of the foods given by the humans. Also, the ducks are especially adept in water, quacking sometimes as they were at war with other ducks for the sake of the foods, and yet

Today I went to the Pier-2 Art Centre and found that some decorations and facilities chiefly catered for tourists in the spot. For me, the ground of Art Centre in which is located near the place I live used to be a raw place choked by wilderness. Also, the old trains lays on the ground marks the transport in good old days. Subsequently the city government made its ground a neat place, which is very cozy for the mass. There were not many people as having expected this weekend; however, the ground of grass unexpectedly was changed into a sort of yard, a field of filed bright red flowers scattered. The ground is supposed to serve the public for doing exercises like jogging, relaxation and dog-walking. But I don't see why a nice place has to, or must, generate some kind of delicate atmosphere for mainly developing a form of tourist spot, which eagerly attracts the tourists who unavoidably and usually come and go. In addition to the decorations, some of the facilities emerge for those w

Most of the parents, as I have encountered, treat their children as a sort of the ones who are the crown of everything. The parents help their children to deserve better education than any others as I can see the ways they do to the tutors. The tutors, nonetheless, are being turned down often when attempting to request a slight teaching opportunity. The problem actually seems not to be the children but the parents who wish to find the best tutor for them. It is natural for parents to do so, but some of the parents are considerably satisfied with the numbers of the tutor who comes for the teaching demonstration, and the tutors left are being turned down afterwards. Sometimes the parents may consider that the numbers of the tutor immensely prove somewhat of the honour for their children because they tend to do little on tutors, which usually loosens a chance for at least leaving other tutors' phone numbers. For parents, perhaps their children are everything within the sight since the