sushi

A typical Japanese cuisine. Originally, it referred to fish pickled to be preserved from spoiling, but in the Edo Period(1603-1867) vinegar came to be used in the preparation, and they were put together with boiled rice for eating. However, in Edo (present-day Tokyo), sushi was made by laying slices of raw fish, freshly caught in Edo Bay, on rice and rolling it by hand. That "Edomae-zushi"(Edo-style sushi), is what is known throughout the world as Japanese sushi. In fact, throughout Japan there are many different kinds of sushi shaping a region's food culture. In Kansai, so-called "oshi-zushi"(pressed sushi) is not rolled by hand, but instead, rice mixed with vinegar is put into a wooden container, with slices of fish on it, and pressed from the top to shut tightly.

it is the time to say goodbye

Dear hanako
The most surprising event in my life is that I fell love with you. The past three years was sad but unforgettable. The past is still fresh in my memory, now I just want to say that I love you not because who you are ,but because of who I am when I am with you.
Today is sunny but my heart is cool, I think it is the time to say goodbye to you,the past has already gone over.Perhaps something it is very difficult to say goodbye, but now we are big enough to undertake anything. I know I owe you too much,but I don't know how to make compensation for your loss,please forgive me!
You know the only dream for me is to earn as much money as I can.The more you experienced,the more you understand the importance of money. Please don't waste too much on a man who don't love you. Please be realistic, and forget sb who isn't worth for your love.The background between us is so diffirent that the result is to be impossible.
Please forget the past, don't cry because it is over,smile because it happened.

yours herry



I am sorry the above what I said is just fiction,don't take it as true.

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again

Very quietly I take my leave
　　As quietly as I came here;
　　Quietly I wave good-bye
　　To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
　　The golden willows by the riverside
　　Are young brides in the setting sun;
　　Their reflections on the shimmering waves
　　Always linger in the depth of my heart.
　　The floating heart growing in the sludge
　　Sways leisurely under the water;
　　In the gentle waves of Cambridge
　　I would be a water plant!
　　That pool under the shade of elm trees
　　Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
　　Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
　　Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
　　To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream
　　To where the green grass is more verdant;
　　Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
　　And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.
　　But I cannot sing aloud
　　Quietness is my farewell music;
　　Even summer insects heap silence for me
　　Silent is Cambridge tonight!
　　Very quietly I take my leave
　　As quietly as I came here;
　　Gently I flick my sleeves
　　Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away