The Firecrackers...

Firecrackers also called as skyrocket or petard are a world-known special traditional product and major export product. Liuyang is famous for manufacturing fireworks and firecrackers and it honoured as "Hometown of Firecrackers". People would set of firecrackers to celebrate traditional festivals or in various celebrations or in evening parties. There are many kinds of fireworks. When firecrackers are set off, the bright and colourful patterns and crackles deliver a comforttable and happy feeling to people, especially at night. The firecrackers either revolve and spring up from the ground or fly and flare in the sky. The sky is blazed with colours and there are too many things for the eye to take it!!!

He SmiELs...

He smiles and standing opposite to the seaside resort on a rainy day. Teluk Kemang eight miles from Port Dickson town, is a very popular holiday spot. The beach is covered with lovely white sand and the sea is usually calm and inviting here. Furthermore the water's edge does not change appreciably during low and high tides. So, a bather does not have to wade far to get to a decent depth.

Comes Sundays and holidays, the beach is packed to capacity. This Sunday is no different. When i arrived by car with 'him'. He have to hunt high and low for a parking space. After some times he find one a few hundred metres from the beach. We do not complain for we are lucky to find one. In double -quick time we are in the sea , swimming to and fro and generally having a good time. From the water i can see throngs of people on the beach. Some are standing , some are sitting, while rest are walking leisurely around. Some children are making sand- castles and a couple of white bodies are spread out on the beach, presumably sun- bathing. Too bad for them, the sun is hidden behind black clouds.

Black clouds! The thought suddenly occurs to me that it is going to rain. As if it direct response to my thoughts, the rain comes, thick and furious. I can feel the sting of the raindrops falling on my shoulders. He is standing very closer to me and smiles to me. I smiles back without saying a word. The sea seems to boil under the bathers, including me, crouching down as low as we can get into the water to avoid the painful drops.

Through the blurring rain, i see people on the beach rushing madly for shelter. Most of the holiday- makers who come here are in their best Sunday clothes. They have no intention of swimming. These people are mainly harried city workers who come here to join the happy Sunday atmosphere. His face turn to no angry because not enough time to spend on beach.

Eventually i can feel the waves becoming larger and the wind stronger. In a few minutes swimming becomes huge and angry and the wind begins to get cold. He holds my hands and bring me out of the sea safely.

Emerging from the warm sea into the cold driving rain is like steeping from a warm bed into refrigerator. We shiver uncontrollably. So we run to the car. It is so wonderful to be inside the warm car but what a mess we make inside the car.

When he start the engine to move off, i can see buses and cars leaving the beach. It seems like these people have decided to go home too. Judging from the intensity of the storm, i reckon it will carry on for a few hours. There is no point hanging around. Still there are many stubborn holiday -makers braving the pouring rain, waiting for the rain to go away till the seaside becomes cheery and sunny once again...

MY FAVOURITE FICTINOAL WRITER

WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR...

William Shakespear born on 26th April 1564 and he past away on 23rd April 1661. He was an English poet and a playwrite, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's preeminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet. His surviving works including some collaborations, consists of 38 plays, sonnets,narrative poems and several other poems. Many of his plays were publishedin edition of varying quality and accurancy during his lifetime. Shakespear was a respected poet and playwright in his own day, but his reputation did not rise to its present heights until the nineteeth century. His plays remain highly popular today and are constantly studied, performed and reinterpreted in diverse cultural and political contexts throughout the world. Since i was in the secondary school, i loves to read his novels. My favourite fictinoal character is William Shakespear.

High Fidelity

It is about a life story of a middle age lady, who has sacrificed her life for her beloved husband...The lady known as Catty stayed in a small town with her husband n two kids..She has a kindergarten which has been opened by his husband..She works hard to brought up her kids in a good level.. His husband doesnt care anything about his family...But the only thing he knows is shouting at his wife n children...He creats problems with his family often eventhough it is a silly matter.. However, Catty is always keep her mouth shut...Sometimes he also terrorize her infront of his children..But Catty still keep quiet because she is not such a dare person to defend or protect herself...Sumore she is so loyal to his husband...Yet her chidren are dare enough to protect his mother and themselves...Years are past..her both daughter settle down in their life with a good job;they can take care of their beloved mother..They planned to bring their mother to their new house which has completed with all facilities...They had dreamed a lot..But unfortunately their dreamz come to the end... Because her mother refused to stay with them...They asked her the reason but there is no proper replies...Days run out...Her black hair turns white;her soft and smooth skin looks old..Her strong and good appearance changed like a wilted plant...Sitting on the sofa and looking at her wedding photo...Because today her 40th wedding anniversary....Does her husband wish her???Does her husband realize her loyalty and ask for forgiveness???Does her true love will be accepted by his husband???All these questions are running out in her mind and the answers......Only GOD knows...

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