The other day when I was in class, I suddenly found all those little things very touching. My student Kat told me how much she loved her husband and shared photos taken at her wedding with us. I felt so touched and inspired as I could see her blush and the sparks in her eyes when she was talking about her husband. That's one of the most beautiful moments I've ever seen. How lucky she is that she found a person whom she loves but also loves her! I just love the feeling of hearing people sharing things or people they love. I feel that I could even see the invisible light that comes from their back when people are talking about things they are passionate about. Just like angles. That is so beautiful, so sincere, and innocent.

I felt touched when I saw my students trying to wait for Fa, a 61-year-old student who was a little behind them, to take notes and trying to help her learn English patiently and kindly. All these give me a sense of feeling that people are so nice, life is so good and everything is just wonderful. Honestly, lots of those kinds of moments have touched me. But when I am writing now, I can barely think of any. See, that's the point of writing down things that come to your mind immediately before they go away, to catch your own moments.

I am reading several poems by Haizi recently, a talented Chinese poet who committed suicide at the age of 25 and felt inspired. The scenes that he described in his poems are so vivid that I could picture them clearly in my mind when I was reading it. Flower, river, crops, mountains... Everything is pure and sincere in his poems. My favorite verses are "那些寂寞的花朵 是春天遗失的嘴唇" and "远方就是你一无所有的地方". The translations would be "Those lonely flowers are the lips that spring has lost." and "Places far away are the places where you do not possess anything." Honestly, this is the moment when I realized how weird poems would be if you translate them into another language. Your feelings would be different when reading in your mother language and the second language. But words and languages are beautiful anyway.

I have been writing for Odyssey for over a month. And I realized that I do like writing, A LOT. It's like a thing for me to express my inner world. Without it, I would probably explode, as I would have too many emotions and thoughts that my body and my mind just couldn't handle. It reminds me of the feelings when I am appreciating the paintings. Even though I don't know how the paintings were painted or what painting strategies they used, I can still feel the strong emotions when I see their art work. Those tortured, complicated, controversial, pure, delightful, angry and resentful feelings that the artists were trying to convey through their paintings are so powerful that they give me the most sincere feeling ever.

Everyone has a way to express their feelings toward the world. Those artists feel so strong about the world and they express them in an extremely talented way. What's your way to express yourself toward the world?

People's lives are short. What can leave on the earth when we all pass away? Instead of just eating, drinking, sleeping and just being alive, do something meaningful. Don't just exist, live your life! Live in the moment! Enjoy here and now!