Saturday, 17 March 2012

A Journey Through Time With a Little Boy in Your Heart


A Journey Through Time With a Little Boy in Your Heart

Among several books I read last year, the personal favorite of mine is a Chinese book named Orange, the second collection of the writer’s proses, following the first one A Journey Through Time With Anthony. The author of the two books is an distinguished young writer with kind of unusual writing habits. That is, He seldom puts punctuations as demarcations of sentences. It doesn’t cause much trouble towards comprehension of works, since Chinese characters tremendously differ from letters and words used in English; one of the differences is that there is no space between characters in one sentence, so it won’t lead to any misunderstanding to put a single space instead of punctuations to define two separate sentences. Thus, Anthony, the writer mentioned previously, do foster the habit of writing in this way.
Anthony is a Chinese young writer studying in Australia now, who majors in Hotel Management and Finance, and simultaneously works as a cook in restaurants for part-time job. He is not knowledgeable at all, and thus his proses are none of seriousness or reasoning. However, the work done by him truly has inconceivable power of involving the readers into his ordinary but interesting life. Since he is not willing to let any so-called regulations block his flowing of writing and thinking, which can be apparently concluded from his no punctuation habit, the fluent and unique narrations always capture my heart in a profound way.
He once said a sentence that has left a startling impression on me. That is” I will live with a little boy in my heart even if I am getting old.” With a little boy staying and playing hardly in your heart, you will always regain the treasurable courage belonging to an indomitable child when encountering some kind of thorniness; with a little boy sleeping sound in your heart, any vicious gossip will not be able to interfere with your sincerity; with a little boy singing in your heart, all the blessed beauties will brim your heart; with a little boy living in your deep heart, you will never lose the capability to love, as well as the fearlessness of devoting your entire soul to your cherished and solid love.
Some friend of mine said that he would like to turn back to the childhood to be an ignorant young boy forever. Surely he could. Perhaps he has already been.


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