Terry loves life!

　　奥运来了，奥运真的来了！每天早晨从北京理工大学出发，奔赴五棵松场馆工作，带志愿者培训、演练、轮岗、激励。。。忙得有时候连喝水的时间都没有，很苦，但是很快乐。每天工作完一种特有的成就感油然而生。每天工作到凌晨，清早起来继续第二天的工作，这就是我这半个多月来的生活。。。京内志愿者和京外志愿者德分批领取物资，分批培训。。。很杂但是很充实。我负责午班检票，单班次41个普通志愿者，两个助理。43个小弟呢，太爽了。但是，日晒雨淋！为了北京奥运能顺利举办，我会尽最大努力带领志愿者做好自己的本职岗位工作。好了，很晚了，该睡了，明天还有工作要做。为自己加油！

今日,2008年5月24日凌晨一时许，大地一阵晃动把我从睡梦中摇醒。此后，再也无法入眠，披衣而起，挑灯而作。

 

大地母亲你别再摇晃　　　　

 

人们喜欢的一首歌里这样唱道
我是无人知晓的一棵小草　　　
赞美山川河流的抚育　　　
享受大地母亲温暖的怀抱

 

可灾难的5月12日啊
山川呜咽河流泪淌
大地母亲的轻轻摇晃
让亿万儿女痛断肝肠
　
母亲心中也有太多的哀伤
她无法冷却体内汹涌的岩浆
让皮肤固化成永久的温床
永不惊扰儿女甜美的梦乡

 

祈求母亲你别再摇晃
数万儿女已永久沉睡于你的臂膀
让他们静静地安息
别打扰他们在天国的梦乡

 

大地母亲啊请别再摇晃
华夏儿女读懂了你忧愁的目光
山崩地裂让我们挺直了脊梁
五十六个民族凝聚成一股力量

 

山川河流啊你别再悲伤
请留住脚步
把这里当成你永远的家乡
让小草给你缀上五彩的新装

 

大地母亲你别再摇晃
柔弱的小草选择了坚强
在废墟中挺立
在苦难中重生
每一棵小草定会绽放芬芳

 

 

Listening to songs one after one through the radio wave in the air, typewriting words one after one through the keyboard by rote, drinking CocaCola a cup after a cup for fizz. Have a glimpse at my watch, which tells me 00:13 May 3rd. Tired but no will to sleep, why? Because I am staying alone, tonight.

 

Although there are a large number of tasks waiting for me to deal with, there are lots of friends asking me to join their parties, there are piles of papers to read and translate...I don't want to think about them a second more, I don't want to put my languid body into them, I don't want to...I am not very sure about what I am really eager to do. Maybe what I need is just a short break. Sleeping makes me better, relaxation makes me better, and thinking nothing makes me better. I always suppose that I were in a war where not only have I a fighting with others but also fight myself every time.

 

Yesterday, someone told me that I had better find a girlfriend to take care of me and share in my burden. Well, absolutely sounds nice. Really hard to find one especially at this moment, however. What a mess in my mind!

 

Have a rest for two days and I feel no belongingness for I am accustomed to busyness. Funny? Yes, I jest myself, as I am not able to enjoy leisure. Who could tell me what happened to me? Am I a working-maniac? On one hand, hard working is to get better and more rest, on the other hand better rest is to make hard work. Is this the so-called life? Plenty of things push me forward and allow me to be substantial, but after many days of putting my shoulder to the wheel, I really need a break to ease my rapid pulsatile heart. Nevertheless unfortunately, I am in the how-d'ye-do as I told here before. Therefore, I think there may be something wrong with my philosophy of life. What should I do? How can I deal with it? Need I to see a psychoanalyst?

 

 

Terry

May. 3rd, 2008