關於愛，我是個小學生。

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My first time, indeed, is it to meet a free-lanced (Maybe, I've not known her well.) writer cyber. So is it to sign in a new bolg space in a totally strange territory, for a writer. It is strange to know a wrtier in my life. Seemingly remote a figure for me to ruminate. Strange but not Greek. Greek yet nostalgic.

Ironically, the way I met her would well rub against her were she not so open-minded. I doctored up, well, tampered her recent article on China Daily, snobbishly assuming my deeds well-done, even once plundering her wonderful ideas as one of mine.But here I will assert that this is not my confession, nor pleading for her compassion for the pathetic ego. She is too generous to listen to such stuff.

Instead, this is an unexpected encounter, a profound unexpectedness I give you that, surprised, lushed to find myself in another somehow "elevated" catagory that I've never been engaging in. It possibly belongs to me already only I never drew attention to it though. It is also a stage for me to "perform" out of the inner self, the literary instinct sealed long ago. It nudges me to dance with the words, the thoughts, as well as the raw rationals, dialectically or sensationally if I were bold enough to say so. It is a start anyway.

A start? Rather an ill wind!