We are 'one' Chinese Comrades!

Blaming our ancestors provides you another excuse for forsaking yourself as yellow-skin.

Where and how you were born, no matter in what place, that's your love. Love it. Rejecting it doesn't makes people think that you are cool. just a lil moron with no cultural background, which means, in another word, worthless nuisance. I am not condemning someone, I hope so, this may sound harsh, but yellow-skin is in fact a blessing.

The ancient words and poem is a description of our roots. Speaking of music, contemporary and popular, those are just constant trap for us, a mistake, us who are lost. To find way out in instruments and words. Music is rooted in words, Melody and rhythm are the expression of inner heart, so do poems, stories and arts. Is the expression, phenomena, atmosphere that counts. Saying, skills do matter but with no fundamental wisdom in the deeper one, such worthless music is produced. Those are just contrast and static show-off piece of self acknowledging piece of defined-by-popular-ideas art. Those are condemned! Perhaps constant indulge in the liquefied pieces will flew your ideas of inner-self away. You don't who you are, why you are here. The root becomes diminished and constant remembrance of the brokenness of war. War kills, peace heals.

Common enough for the infant to prove that. Please don't be cool by just portraying the facade that you have no greater knowledge in, trying to be in coherent with the community in all streams. Wired yourself up to the rock hard foundation. Flying around with paradise flower doesn't prove you are greater or wiser but be immersed in the total blindness and death. Be fire, my boy.

Pondering while running, the trees aren't beautiful at all, women are. Such creations have distinguished characteristics and features, unable to put it all into words, those are emotional inspiration. Lot of tears,lots of sweats. Everything goes round and round and becomes affectionate. We are too vulnerable to everything that surround us, say, we might pick up something and when it bores us, we throw it away. (often applicable to the same species as us). That is the natural state of being common in uniqueness. When something is abandoned, no one cares. When something is on the top of the line, it seems like those are 'worthy' enough to die for. Nevertheless, there are 'someone' that last, very much, still exist(even in small popularity) among the community.

Yet, the root is abandoned, everyone is dying and killing for the popular and common one.

May you be a hippies rather than a celebrities. With no pipes, clean and fresh, with no dependency on materials and self-generated 'Ecstasy'.