Author: Victoria Chen (14, MA, USA)
那天晚上有月光，
妈妈做了一碗汤。
里面有爸爸的剩饭，
再加妈妈的炒三样。
海带，面条，加青菜，
胡乱一搅就算汤。
我揉揉眼睛进厨房，
一股怪味进了鼻腔。
我说那汤难闻死啦，
爸爸却说分万香。
这汤就象妈和爸，
两人相加作成汤。
汤味就象我妹妹，
我闻她怎么也不舒畅。
只是大家都喜欢她，
只我看她不怎么样。
我自己就象汤里那海带，
谁都把我挑出来扔一旁。
好多人都说我怪怪的，
当然啦，
好朋友还是觉得我甜又香。
lovey?
The other day my mommy made a pot of soup.
She used my daddy’s leftover soup
and added a few ingredients of her own.
Seaweed, noodles and vegetables all went into the pot.
When I came downstairs to eat,
an eerie, sweet aroma filled my nose.
I thought it smelled crazy.
My daddy thought it smelled delicious.
子曰：“学而时习之，不亦说乎？有朋自远方来，不亦乐乎？人不知，而不愠，不亦君子乎？” 子曰：巧言令色，鲜矣仁。” 曾子曰：“吾日三省吾身。为人谋而不忠乎？与朋友交而不信(4)乎？传不习乎？” 
人之有道也，饱食暖衣、逸居而无教，则近于禽兽。圣人有忧之，使契为司徒，教以人伦：父子有亲，君臣有义，夫妇有别，长幼有序，朋友有信。《滕文公上》 
Visual Art Response He Left Her after Salvador Dali’s ‘Couple with Heads Full of Cloud’, 1934 Why isn’t he here? Where did he go? One woman, alone, head cocked, resting on a cushion of air: she has no name, no time, or money. She dreams of him every now and again. It’s always the same dream. He sets a table with the softest of tablecloths. He smoothes out all the wrinkles and talks of the feast to come.