First they came….

"First they came…" is a poem attributed to  the anti-Nazi pastor Martin Niem?ller, who had been seized as a political prisoner.

The correct quote is:

Als die Nazis die Kommunisten holten, habe ich geschwiegen; ich war ja kein Kommunist.
Als sie die Sozialdemokraten einsperrten, habe ich geschwiegen; ich war ja kein Sozialdemokrat.
Als sie die Gewerkschafter holten, habe ich geschwiegen; ich war ja kein Gewerkschafter.
Als sie die Juden holten, habe ich geschwiegen; ich war ja kein Jude.
Als sie mich holten, gab es keinen mehr, der protestieren konnte.
- Martin Niem?ller, Der Weg ins Freie, (F.M. Hellbach, Stuttgart, 1946)^[1]

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak out.

[1]Friedrich Gustav Emil Martin Niem ller (January 14, 1892 – March 6, 1984) was a prominent German anti-Nazi theologian and Lutheran pastor.

inspired my life

不让我的眼睛再看到人世的伤心。
即使流水无情，落花还是有意。 I know I never have a second chance to make a first impression.
我该把本该先做的事情做好了，为以后打好物质基础，为生活创造坚实的条件，毕竟经济基础决定上层建筑，如果因为我给人家留下的印象不好，那就太不该了。

let's fall in love                                  via 梁静茹
他却不晓得
我每一分钟都等著他这样承诺
let's fall in love
在匆忙人世中
我从来没怀疑过
这样一个选择
let's fall in love
他还不晓得
在他眼中我的脸
是多么失落
let's fall in love
再拥挤的寂寞中
哪一天他会开口说
let's fall in love

秋雨连绵

今天晚上的雨真不失为倾盆大雨啊, 不仅浇了我个透, 也阻挡了行人的脚步. 估计同我一样的落汤鸡不会少.

一天接连几次淋雨啊, 雨也没个消停. 上次把伞丢了, 今天去商场买一把, 这样的大雨关了好多铺子, 肯德基也关着门. 超市里面也寥寥几人而已, 哪像平时般拥堵不堪. 这个时候逛超市不错.

既然讨别人欢心不得, 不如讨好自己, 自己喜欢而不得, 人生不过如此, 思恋也大抵如此.

Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.

Pretty Good

by Charles Osgood

from the Osgood File, 1986

There once was a pretty good student

Who sat in a pretty good class

And was taught by a pretty good teacher

Who always let pretty good pass.

He wasn't terrific at reading,

He wasn't a whiz-bang at math,

But for him, education was leading

Straight down a pretty good path.

He didn't find school too exciting,

But he wanted to do pretty well,

And he did have some trouble with writing

Since nobody taught him to spell.

When doing arithmetic problems,

Pretty good was regarded as fine.

5+5 needn't always add up to be 10;

A pretty good answer was 9.

The pretty good class that he sat in 

Was part of a pretty good school,

And the student was not an exception:

On the contrary, he was the rule.

The pretty good school that he went to

Was there in a pretty good town,

And nobody there seemed to notice

He could not tell a verb from a noun.

The pretty good student in fact was

Part of a pretty good mob.

And the first time he knew what he lacked was

When he looked for a pretty good job.

It was then, when he sought a position,

He discovered that life could be tough,

And he soon had a sneaking suspicion

Pretty good might not be good enough.

The pretty good town in our story

Was part of a pretty good state

Which had pretty good aspirations

And prayed for a pretty good fate.

There once was a pretty good nation

Pretty proud of the greatness it had,

Which learned much too late,

If you want to be great,

Pretty good is, in fact, pretty bad.