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Where should we register our son’s hukou?
Updated: 2008-03-06 10:43

Hoping to register their newborn son’s “hukou” in Beijing, a migrant couple took a local police station to court. Although they knew that there was little chance they could win the lawsuit, the couple said “We just want to know how the court will rule the case.”

Like other migrant families in Beijing, if the father Zhang Yong wants to give their newborn son, Shuoshuo, a legal household registration record, he only has two choices: register their son’s “hukou” at either of the couple’s birthplaces, or buy the baby a Beijing “hukou” with tens of thousands of RMB.

These days I am preoccupied in reciting NCE articles and I live a rich and full life, definitely which endows me with much impetus and motivation to polish and refine myself. Admittedly, some obstacles sometimes shackle me while memorizing texts, let us say how to understand and absorb the pretty long sentences and the coherence between paragraghs.
Only by learning original and beautiful lines of words, I believe, can I be improved and enhanced in English.
So everyday I tell myself that ” maintain your enthusiasm in learning, and nothing but laziness can inhibit and hinder your progress.

Life is very short . Time is so precious that all of us cann’t afford to waste it. Everyone has something to do that he is interested in during his life . So firstly I should set a goal for myself. if not, I am doomed to work to achieve the goals of someone else, then it is necessary to be diligent . No success in life merely happens. Today’s efforts will bear fruit tomorrow. I am unlikely to achieve anything without struggle . There is so much competition in the harsh world. In order to stay on the top of society, I must strive ceaselessly until the last moment for my life . Finally , except for determination , I think that finding the proper method is the last, but it’s not the least important .

Notice:The articles had been corrected carefully by a foreign expert,the readers dare to read it.

I don’t like using a mobile phone.because I am always tied to it and don’t feel free. For example, when I am sound asleep, suddenly, it yells at me loudly to answer . Although I am furious at it’s noise,I have no choice. even if it is not an important call, just a wrong number. On another occasion,it begins to ring as I am passing through a busy intersection, receiving it is very dangerous for me.

The worst thing is when I am going to the bathroom and the phone rings which makes me embarrassed.If I receive the call ,I am forced to endure the pain of interruption. If I do not answer, perhaps it is the most important call in my life. What a dilemma.

This poem is to my sincerest friend Ivy.Y:

Hey there Ivy.Y

hey there Ivy.Y,I miss u
especially at this blank moment
time becomes slow
air is thinner than before

hey there Ivy.Y,are u happy now?
your feeling is significant to me.
whether your sorrow or joy…
’cause my life is connected with your spirit.

although the distance between us is too long
but,I say but,you are so clever that you know
my heart is close to yours
no matter what

Last night was lantern festival. Your dad went out for a business dinner so I was left alone at home. Outside was a blast with lanterns, fireworks and the crowd. It was the last day of Nian, so everyone shoot off the fireworks as if there were no morrow. Boom, bang, crack. Varieties of fireworks roared into the sky, and the breathtaking lighted lilies, laburnums and umbrellas of fire were hovering above the whole city. You must be scared and I realized how much I had missed you.
On New Year’s Eve, when you first set your eyes on firework, you showed great interests. Being held in front of the window, you craned forward to see small firecrackers going off. The expressions on your little face dissolved into pure wonder. However, when the fireworks got wider and louder, you started to feel upset. When a rocket was set off with deafening explosion, you were so scared that you ran into my arms and buried your face in my chest. It took a lot of troubles to put you to the bed that night and I had to stay with you all the time. Every time you startled from your dreams by the loud noise outside, you rolled your scared eyes around, trying to find protection. You wouldn’t go back to sleep until you found me around and absorbed the reassurance and comfort from my hug. You hold my hand tightly for fear that I might sneak away when you were in sleep.

By which way do you prefer to meet your Mr./Ms. Right? Unexpected, toe-cured exciting chance-meet or well-arranged, sweatily awkward blind date? The answer is obvious if you have options. However, in most cases you simply don’t.

Still I never imagined that one day J would fell pray as a fresh, raw meat to the matchmaking lionesses, namely me. Ok, perhaps it is not fair to call myself as matchmaking lionesses. It is the second time I played this part—and I never really enjoyed it. I just couldn’t stand my auntie’s implorations. My auntie could be really persuasive when her son was involved, you know. To me J doesn’t need any help with girls. Come on, it’s J we are talking about. He is a cheerful, outgoing and ambitious young fellow, plus, he has good education, well-connected friends, and a promising career. All in all, he is, if not the best, at least the second best in the marriage mart. However, after three failed relationships—even it’s him who got cold feet—her mother doesn’t have many faith left in him. And she turned me for help. I don’t see any urgency here, after all J is only 27 year old. However, you could never reason with a mum in this issue

It seemed to be a good match, but I changed my mind and had to admit that it was a disaster thirty minutes after they met. J was totally not himself and he almost broke all the rules of the blinddate. First, he was late. When I offered a reasonable excuse that he was busy at work, he said bluntly that it was his day off. Then, he kept ignoring his date and engaged us in a solo-style communication. His speech is as interesting as usual, yet totally not proper to impress a girl he just met. From the expression on S’s face, I could tell she stayed there only to be polite. J finally took my hint and made moves, however the damage was already done and beyond any help to repair.

Writing is always a fun to me. However it requires a lot of energy, imaginations, and techniques to come up something worth reading—-too damn hard and too many pressures. Perhaps I should start writing something more casual, something just to keep a record of my ordinary life. Then one day, when I looked back to my life, I would not stare into a long aisle of emptiness. Time tickling, the memory lost fast than we could imagine. The detail of our ordinary life, no matter how bored it seemed now, might turn into a priceless treasure someday. So from now on, I decide to write as often as I could.

I was very excited to go to the school English Corner tonight.All the guys are very kind and friendly.I enjoyed very much at the Corner.
There are many guys from different grade.We talked about learning,dream,and campus love.We communicate the good way to study English with each other.One point I want to mention is that there are many girls at the Corner.I like the girl who just like me really like English.that is also the type of my ideal GF.lol…
I guess all the guys came to the Corner are studying hard.They have great dream,they are ambitious to get to the opposite bank of success.However,it was a pity that I didn’t visit the Corne when I was a freshman.I feel so regreted.I always say to myself I have to keep on studying English.Otherwise I couldn’t keep the path with the speed of globalization.I won’t want to be left.
I like English very much.I also realize the importance of English.But I am in the trouble to keep a banlance between English and my major.Hope I woul be luck to handle this problems.

Don’t recall them, don’t remember, and never turn back
We just forget each other in this natural way
It is time for us to search a new life alone

Forget the dead past, forget the sorrow, and forget the static happiness
We have got to know some new people
We have got to create a new love story
We have got to experience a new life

My those shadows disturbing your sweet dreams
Just let them go with the wind
Wake up and face to the reality and live for the brand-new day

Those happy days
Just consider them as one of our dream-like nonsense of youth
We are old enough to try for a new life

We ought to forget about them in this natural way
Forget the promise, forget the happiness, and forget each other
We are supposed to pray for our future
That we have the opportunity to encounter another perfect one

If separation can’t lead to coming true our dreams
Then what’s the sense of those hurt in the past
Which we did to each other purposely

Just forget me in this natural way
Continue pursuing your initial dream
We just live in this way, without disturbing