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Dear Diary, The festival of Yuan XiaoJie is today. I simply can not wait! All the red lanterns full of riddles and... oh, everyone celebrating. What a lovely evening it will be.I just love the poetic air about the place. Somehow so romantic, as if anything could happen. |
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Dear Diary, Mother said I could play cuju with Xin Xin and Yun Yi because Fu ren had come over to help with the cooking today. We went over to the meadow by the river because it had the best flat surface. I've been practising and I actually won that round. Xin Xin found a really good ball- it's made out of blue cloth and bound together quite tightly. I think it's much better than the other one. |
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Dear Diary, I've created a poem that I've been working on while walking to the marketplace everyday. It's basic and rough really but I'm quite proud of my first piece. I'll put a copy of it here: Freedom when you are flying, wheeling, no holding back Freedom is just a word When you are running, laughter bubbling, no boundaries Freedom is just a word But when you sit, staring out at that tiny distant outside When the wind is calling for you and you are straining to feel its touch Freedom is not just a word It is something deep inside of you, half-stirring, threatening to become dormant It is the aching of your heart, the beating of a million wings in the silence Freedom is not just a word No, not when you are chained Without it you choke,the world is unbearable Suddenly it is the oxygen in the air you breathe You took it for granted Yet every breath is your life Freedom is not just a word |
Pymble Ladies College 2011
