Showing posts with label person. Show all posts
Showing posts with label person. Show all posts

Sunday, January 9, 2011

I am not very familiar with

Chinese and western to "force" understand different
But it's not ZhengYuanJie a person, fang puts forward the question is most domestic fairy tale.
By the Chinese press, said NiYanFeng comic editor-in-chief of these problems may be China's cultural, but it is not the most appropriate children.
NiYanFeng said: "with ZhengYuanJie fairy tale, for example, his later works I am not very familiar with, I just see part, but it does have some violence and sex content. Actually domestic fairy tale, there exists a mostly so how understanding. For example to kill the enemy and bad, including some archer, artillery such weapons, these things in Europe and America there is no doubt about violence. But to the Chinese people, may take for granted, and bad should kill. Say so, americans may not feel this is violent, also naturally will accept, it was the cultural concept differences."
Though conceptually acceptable, but NiYanFeng don't believe it's good.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

There was also no money

Most let father disappointed, probably I didn't go to Harbin institute of technology and the self-propagation. For a very long period of time he doesn't speak, but ultimately is an open-minded person, also later told me: "since choosing, then do it."

Most let father proud, should be in 1993, I organising a game in urumqi rock concert, tang dynasty, woman cobra, wang yong... Pomp, created many "first". There was also no money, also do not have what relation, so run for three months, completed. That year my 22 years old, clearly remember, my father also came to see. In the end I was busy with work, father tells everyone said returned first. I say: ah, know. Father hands, I stumbled briefly. It was the first time we shook hands like adults, unforgettable.

Most lets my regret, is in Beijing, I have a home for their family, parents come to see me, when wanting to father said: "we didn't want anything rode back to xinjiang well." Sometimes I will promise, send them to the station, the car many people. Think of two old men want to sit three days, I regret it, said next time or by plane. Back for two weeks, my father died. I never have a chance to. Later when I get home I bought a ticket, hand in his breast pocket, father is my fault to make up for it.