Here I am, after 3 years, living in Germany, start to write a new blogs in english like 3 years ago in Finland. I have to be careful because words are tricky. When u talk, what u say come out of ur mind like bubbles come out of deep water and evaporate in the air, it's harmless, u can just enjoy it, but when u write it down they totally changed, the words become a piece of evidence that u have to take respons. In ancient China there used to be a reporter of the emperor,who follows him everywhere, write down everything he says to make him take responsiability of his words. And in the legendary, when Cang Ji, an ancient God, who first created written words, all the fairies and monsters are crying and hiding in the wild out of fear.

But now, when I decided to use this tricky tool, I'll carefully start with the same story 3 years ago and simply translate it into english:

Long long ago there is a king, who grows a pair of donkey ears. The king is so shame of them, that everytime when he needs to cut his hair, he calls for a barbor, and chops his head afterwards, so no one will know his secret. And one day he calls for another unfortain barbor to cut his hair, the barbor's heard of the fate of the others and understands why when he sees the ears of the king, at the very moment he comes up with a smart idea, he swears he'll never talk after, then the king can stop using disaposable barbors. Everybody's happy.
But knowing such a big secret and keep silent is very uneasy for the barbor, he can not tell it to anybody but it's really hard to keep it. So he goes to the river bank, digs a whole on the ground and shout into it: The king has donkey ears! The king has donkey ears! Feel much better when he goes home. But after a while from that whole grows a young, strange tree, which has holes on it's leaves, and everytime when the wind blows, it whispers in the breeze: The king has donkey ears... the king has donkey ears... then everybody in the country knows about it, of course the poor barbor losts it's head, big wrong.

Somehow I know the song of donkey ears in the story, it goes like: 5 5.5 35, 4 3.2 12, and don't know why sometimes it haunted in my head and just won't go away. The point is, it's so difficult to keep a secret or more like, people have an impulse to tell things. In China there's a saying"贼不打三年自招", means "A thief will confess himself after 3 year, no need torture." So, I would like to start my new blog with this story.

Salute and thanks to Alban,阿宝， my dearest boyfriend, my panda and friend.