Softness
I awoke to the sound of soft rain drumming the roof, a sound I will no longer hear in a few days ...
Yellow leaves stuck to the pavement like sticky reminders that winter is on the way. How is it that I hear rain fall and I find leaves on the ground?
The sun was generous, casting a golden shimmer across everyone, everything.
The Chinese lady on the train asked me, "Do you read Chinese?"
"Yes," said I, "but not very well. I can't read a newspaper, for example."
And we looked out at the sun and the haze and the sun and the people and the sun and the roofs of buildings rumbling by.
"Another new day begins," she said.
It sounded infinitely more beautiful in her near-dialect Mandarin.
Saya sedang menghadapi sesuatu masalah: adik saya telah memberitahu saya mengenai beberapa petukaran "undang-undang bahasa" (nahu?) dalam bahasa baku sejak tiga atau empat tahun yang lalu; iaitu, bahasa yang saya pelajari di sekolah mungkin tidak lagi betul - alamak! Tolong tunjukkan, ya?
Posted by sniffles at April 10, 2002 08:47 AM