It's been 20 years.

I was 10 years old. I did not understand why my mother was crying. I did not know why my father was angry. I asked questions, they answered...but I did not understand.

Then I was 19. It was March 1998. I stood in the middle of Tiananmen Square. 7:20am. The sky was grey. In an instant, 150 years of China's modern history flashed in front of me. In my mind, I saw pictures of suffering people, burning land, corrupted emperors, empresses, pseudo-emperors, and governments. I saw a fertile land with awesome mountains and rivers; a beautiful land with an extraordinary history and culture. This is my home. This is a land, where people are suffering - where people choose to be blind and not see, so to preserve themselves... and then, the students! They were screaming, covered in blood. Their dreams were shattered. Their passion muffled. Their future truncated. They were running from bullets, tanks, their blood brothers were trying to kill them...and they succeeded.

The kids...they had no weapons. The "weapons" they had was their empty stomach. They starved because they love their country. They were there because they cared.

I knelled down. My hands touched the slate on the ground. I covered my face and cried. So many killed were my age. I know the passion. I know the faith that they held. I held just the same. Who would believe that your parents, your brothers, your guardians...would want to end your life - only because you believe in the goodness of their hearts? My heart was bleeding. I was never the same again.

I hope that this cruel chapter of our government's history will never be forgotten. I hope that we will never lose faith - that democracy is the ONLY answer to a healthy nation, where information is free, where ideas flow like rivers. I hope that our young generation - those who are seeking knowledge in universities - are doing so not for money...but for the thirst of knowledge. The urge to know and to understand the world we live in.

Yet how naive am I?

Susan Boyle finally won the second place in the "Britain's Got Talent" contest. I truely think she worths winning this, though she was quite nervous in the final.

People from overseas may be overwhelmed by the never-ending news of Ms Boyle, and forgot about who the real champion is.

I love this group, Diversity, from the bottom of my heart, and would like to recommend them to you:

http://talent.itv.com/videos/video/item_200288.htm

 

京奧過後,是否一切又回復原狀?!

死於豆腐渣學校頹垣下小朋友的父母,有怨無路訴, 已失去最心愛的孩子, 他們一定自責不已, 認為替兒女揀選這家學校, 是自己間接害死兒女, 但即使希望為孩子盡最後的努力, 為他們討回一個公道也不行.

有父母希望到北京找律師替遇難兒女申訴, 卻在飛機起飛前被不知名的人士拉下來, 不淮離開四川.

記者取得採訪證, 到了當地, 公安又說證件無效, 不能採訪.

有記者要以義工身份掩飾, 才能偷偷進行採訪.

公安不淮災民接受訪問, 災民們見到香港記者, 趁監視人員看漏眼, 紛紛將字條塞進香港記者們的手裏. 訴說他們的苦況.

一年前, 你們這幫領導人不是標榜資訊的高度透明嗎? 不是慷慨接受各界募捐的嗎?

為何一年之後, 展現出來的, 卻像那班災民是罪人一樣? 你們究竟想掩飾甚麼?

下午二時二十八分, 也即是一年前發生大地震的一刻,主席到映秀鎮一家己倒塌卻經過粉飾的廣場做秀, 一大堆西裝骨骨的官員使節在佈景版上獻花, 你們, 你們有沒想過還有多少屍骨埋在瓦礫下?

你們為何為了做這場秀, 便將整區封鎖, 不淮死在這片土地上的人的至親前來憑弔?

似要向911的肅穆小號演奏看齊, 那穿白色軍裝的小號演奏者吹起酷似九流西洋電影配樂的"旋律", 加諸秀麗的河山, 還有震撼人心的死城景象, 實在不倫不類至極!

實在很不想承認, 但似乎, 一年前的開明政府只是一場戲!

.....草泥馬!