I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, I lie to myself
I'm the boy that eats his heart out

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss and she's a safecracker
She kissed me first and then broke in

We slip and slide on the stay-together landmine
I make my mind up to never be myself
And every time I make a rhyme
I live my life for someone else

Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the kitchen with bitter diamond drunks
(She's in the way)
I'm on the sofa hoping she leaves that punk cause
(I'm in the way)

I'm the boy with the poetry power
I'm the boy, smells like flowers
Every time I make a rhyme
I live my life like I wasn't invited

Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the way
I'm in the way

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, she kissed me first
And I'm the boy, don't get me started

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss, she's a safecracker
She kissed me first, then broke in

Oh-whoa-whoa

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say buh byes to COMMON TESTS.

(: WOOT.
hahas, the bakas are all gathered at my house nowww...
loooool. blue, pink, green and purple -majong
red and black -audition.

Oh, wells: (what's been happenning during CT1)

->i am a lvl 31 main. ya, its audition again. whatever.
(i actually managed to pass the the expert choreo 122 bpm license.)
->i lengthened my profile. (do take a look.)
->My 1st completed linofoam cut. *BEAMS*
TADA.


i feel a great sense of accomplishment. It wasn't easy okay?!
->There's air condition in my class?!FOC! xD -jumps around and around- okay, at least i did then.
->And in view of the support i received, i've been working HARD on chapter 4, so please be patient.

Burn the books,
let me free.

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TRY these tongue twisters.

The Two-Toed Tree-Toad
A tree-toad loved a she-toadWho lived up in a tree.He was a two-toed tree-toad,But a three-toed toad was she.The two-toed tree-toad tried to winThe three-toed she-toad's heart,For the two-toed tree-toad loved the groundThat the three-toed tree-toad trod.But the two-toed tree-toad tried in vain;He couldn't please her whim.From her tree-toad bower,With her three-toed power,The she-toad vetoed him.

See's Saw and Soar's Seesaw
Mr. See owned a saw.And Mr. Soar owned a seesaw.Now, See's saw sawed Soar's seesawBefore Soar saw See,Which made Soar sore.Had Soar seen See's sawBefore See sawed Soar's seesaw,See's saw would not have sawedSoar's seesaw.So See's saw sawed Soar's seesaw.But it was sad to see Soar so sorejust because See's saw sawedSoar's seesaw.


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Period of Common tests 1: 23rd Feb - 27 Feb
Offline msg: chapter 4 along with story title will be up after 27th. (:

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These images look real, but they're done by chalk.
AMAZE. AMAZE. AMAZE.
wow wow wow.
the artist is chao ji bian tai can?




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I have a feeling my posts are getting wordier and WORDIER. OMG. WO DE MA. (-.-) writing goingbythehundredword essays jiu kuai gek si wo le. JIU MING. TMD.

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Affirmation of the day: Take pleasure in what is not done.

Before you anticipate the 3rd chapter, please be mindful of lectures. Well, somebody, i'm not pointing out who, was blind enough to not comprehend the line between 'done' and 'halfway done'.

I personally feel that if someone is 'done' or 'halfway done', it goes to show that someone has put in the effort to accomplish something. And, they at least, have tried enough to be given credit. @@ okays, enough ranting.

&joy.

3. Coincidence
Coincidence is god’s way of staying anonymous.

"If you do something once, people will call it an accident. If you do it twice, they call it a coincidence. But do it a third time and you've just proven a natural law."

-Grace Hopper


“Bro, are you coming down?” Rick, my dorm-mate called out from downstairs. “Lava’s waiting!”

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute,” I hollered.

Rummaging in the drawer for a shirt, something I had long forgotten sought the attention of my eye. It was the only asset I possessed from my missing parents- a pearl attached to a black chain. Without realizing what I was doing, I slipped it over my head and headed down.

“What took you so long?” Lava enquired impatiently. His eyes widened when he caught up with me.

“Cool neck chain!” he exclaimed.

“Thanks.” I replied, not really interested in keeping up the conversation. The walk to school was relatively silent when my mind wandered off. Lava, finding something was amiss, was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

When we trudged into the school compound, everyone was either whispering excitedly to each other or casting furtive glances towards the direction of the cafeteria.

Following their gazes, I turned to see what the commotion was about. There, standing as still as statues, in the middle of the cafeteria, was Aquarelle, and six others that mirrored her.

For one, they all had the same bluish green eyes. Eyes that possessed such astonishing depth that one would wonder if you ever got lost in it. Their hair was of different hues, and they struck poses that even a passer-by would recognize as what an average student was not. They seemed to have walked out of a commercial ad. I could easily recognize them by their trademark-each one carried a surfboard that had complicated inscriptions, similar to the one Aquarelle had.

What was instantly shocking was the fact that they made triplets, three pairs of identical twins. Two pairs were females and the other was male. The oldest ones seemed to be Aquamarine and her pair. Then, it came the guys. They were a lot younger and they seemed to be a year or two older than me. One of them was lanky and had multiple piercings. He had a shark-shaped tattoo snaking down the entire length of his arm. The other was shorter and demure-looking. What contrasted starkly was the scar on his eyebrow, which seemed to reveal his dark experiences and once again, reminded me not to judge one by its cover. The last pair seemed a year younger than Aquarelle herself. Both had short, clipped hair and small , bright eyes. Their eyes glittered when they blinked and both wore huge, dangling seashell earrings.

As my eyes travelled across the group, I detected a sudden movement from Aquarelle. She was inspecting me through narrowed eyes, looking at me cautiously. I tried to ignore her stare, carefully hiding my burning curiosity under a composed poker face. Lava must have caught on my pretense, and he was more than happy to engage me in what I thought was aimless small talk. While we headed to our lockers, I sensed Aquarelle moving away from the group. She closed the distance between us so quickly that she was only one foot away by the time I could react. Lava gaped, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of us. He seemed to be at a loss of words and backed away quietly when he noticed the intensity of our staring.

This time, it was not a one-sided affair. I was not the only one staring. Aquarelle was looking back at me. No, she was gawking. Her eyes were huge saucers and they looked like they were glistening.

“Where did that come from?” She croaked, her face a mixture of bewilderment and amazement, as she lifted a finger to my neck.

“Where did what come from? If you’re trying to patronize me, give it up. It’s not going to work unless you try harder,” I snarled as I shifted to the side, taking in her salty scent.

I inhaled deeply, trying not to be too obvious. She smelled of the sea, sand and home. Where had that come from? I shook the train of thought away, refocusing on what she wanted from me.

“That collar. No, that dog chain. No, I meant the necklace you‘re wearing around your neck.” Aquarelle stumbled on her words, sounding nervous. Her voice went an octave higher. She fidgeted and twirled a strand of her hair as she grimaced.

“This?” Realizing that she was referring to the neck chain Lava had complimented earlier, I slung it off my neck and handed it to her. “You can have it if you like it,” I mumbled. What was so nice about it anyway? My parents were never around to tell me its significance. Giving it away would not hurt.

Aquarelle gave me a look of pure shock. She looked like she had not predicted such a reaction from me. Apparently shaken by my generosity, she grasped the neck chain in disbelief.

“You don’t know how much this means to me,” she uttered incoherently.

I stared at her, astounded. Was there a relationship between her and this insignificant neck chain? “What do you mean?” I murmured, my face inching towards hers. She looked like she could not quite comprehend what I had just said.

Then, she looked back at me and mouthed the word ‘come’.

***

“Where are you taking me?” I barked at her. She was becoming weirder and understanding her seemed impossible.

She paid no attention to what I said, beckoning me to follow her in silence. I shrugged and tailed her. She stepped out of the school compound, taking a shortcut through the back gate and out into the rocky cliffs. I had not known what lay behind the school. Now, I knew.

The cliffs led out into the sea. This was a part of the beach, untouched. It formed myriads of sea caves, tunneling in and out. Aquarelle knew her way. I, knowing there was a high possibility of getting lost, followed her every step closely. She climbed with agility, stepping over stones and jumping over jagged rocks. It was an arduous journey which I regretted taking. The trek got more and more tiring, what with me constantly slipping on the slimy and slippery rocks and the on-coming tide threatening to flood the caves.

“Here we are,” she whispered. We were in a cave. It was damp and moist and beads of perspiration trickled down the sides of my face. I was drenched from head to toe as my eyes adjusted to the dimness. Little light illuminated from the entrance and I fumed at the absurd idea of her bringing me here.

“If you’re playing a trick on me, it worked,” I said, annoyed, my face livid. She was so unpredictable. I could hear water oozing out from the overhanging in the cave and the drip-drop of water droplets. Murky water seeped into my canvas shoes as I squelched my way through, deeper into the cave where I could barely make out she was. The water came up to as high as my waist.

“I just want to show you this,” she said.

“Show me what?” I demanded. My jaw dropped open. I was momentarily stunned when I saw what she meant.

She was submerged in the water. Her hair dropped forward, veiling her face. Yet, there it was. The flaw in the picture could not escape my observant eyes. It was distinct and well-defined, even in the shadows. I stared and stared, flabbergasted.

Her lower torso was unmistakably, a tail.

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ALOHA. (:
I had nothing to do on the weekends, so randomly, i decided to do a weekly story which i had always wanted to do. Well, the inspiration came from stephenie meyer. Yeahs, so enjoy.

Preface
At Marine sands, all you did was surf.

I am Ray. I love surfing. In fact, I had always. When I was a child, seeing people surf at Marine sands made me green. Everyone talked surf and board, and as I grew up, so did I. One piece of surf talk you would always hear, “you should have been here yesterday.” Surfing was my life, literally. I was good at it. No, I was actually the best.

But then, she came. She was beautiful. She was cool. Best of all, she surfed. As much as I hate to admit, she was better at it than me. Way better. At Marine sands, you could say I was popular among the guys, and of course, the girls. If you surfed great, the attention came automatically. Yet, she never so much as gave me a glance. This was surprising because it was a first. I was used to girls flocking over me and somehow, I found her mysteriously attractive.

That summer was the first time I caught her riding a wave. She was like a part of the sea, her red hair slicked with saltwater and her face arched in determination. The gently sea breeze and the sunset carved out her slim figure, and I could see her silhouette against the setting sky. The picture fit perfectly- her and the vast, blue ocean. It felt like a sad, lonely song, calling out to me. Just like the north and south poles of a magnet, I was irrevocably attracted. I wanted to know her name, who she was, where she lived and where she came from. I wanted to know everything about her.

For many days on end, I would go surfing with my buddies. Not for the thrill but in trying to spot her. I found her easily. Any warm-blooded male would immediately pull her out among the sea of heads. I noticed her hair changed colour everyday. Sometimes it was a shade of purple, other times, it was jet-black. It seemed like she dyed her hair daily. How she did it, I had no idea. One thing I knew, it was ever-changing.

My buddies were all hitting on her, yet none hit homerun. They were either mercilessly turned down, or given the cold shoulder. I had not the guts to say hi. Yet, I wished and wished a miracle would happen. Fortunately, fate decided to hand me luck and it did.

1. A Miracle
Great moments are born from great opportunities.

Summer was over in a flash when school started. Everyone who lived in Marine sands went to WSC, also known as Wave-Side College. There was a reason to why the school was called Wave-Side. It was situated beside the sea. So, basically, I knew everybody, all except for one. She was the new girl I had seen at the beach. You see, in WSC, everyone knew everybody. News of this newcomer travelled fast and I found myself staring face to face with her on the first day of school.

“Class, this is a transfer student from the Pacific, she will be doing a brief introduction before we dwell on the history concerning …” Ms Elizabeth’s voice drowned out as I glanced towards the doorway.

The room silenced as she entered. Everyone had their eyes fixed on her, including mine. I was holding my breath the minute she stepped in. I could not quite believe my eyes. It was really happening. Her hair today was a shade of shimmering blue. A seashell necklace, I hadn’t noticed before, slung around her neck caught my eye. She wore a simple plain turquoise top with a matching pair of blue flip-flops. I could make out the tan she got from staying out under the sun and the way her slim waist peered out from under her top. Low whistles could be heard from behind me and it was all I could do to stop myself from going up and touching her.

“Hi. I’m Aquarelle and I’m from the Pacific. I know it sounds absurd but I am from the Pacific. Just don’t ask me how,” she said sardonically, eyes scanning across the room.

Her glance paused at me and her eyes met mine. At that moment, I swore my heart stopped. She surveyed me carefully and the gaze intensified. I tried not to stare back, feeling uncomfortable. She was staring at me? I could feel the flush gnawing at my face. For what seemed like eternity, her eyes never leaving mine, she continued formally, “I am pleased to meet you.”

She was assigned the seat in front of me and throughout the whole lesson, I found myself staring at her back. I tried talking to her, but she didn’t turn around. I could feel Flora’s eyes boring holes at my back but I couldn’t care less. Flora was one of those girls who wanted something more than a friend from me. When I told her politely that I was not interested, she became even more persistent. Her persistence became annoying and it was difficult to escape her.

“Ray, were you looking at that new girl just now? I’m so much sexier,” Flora purred in my ear immediately after classes while the bunch of girls beside her giggled.

I could see Aquarelle getting out of her seat. She was leaving. She threw a backward glimpse at me and I knew I had to talk to her, somehow.

“I’m sorry but I got to run,” I muttered. I grabbed my bag and hurriedly headed for the door, oblivious to Flora’s disappointment.

Aquarelle’s long bluish hair disappeared along the corridor. I widened my strikes, trailing her like a cat after a mouse. I did not know why I was following her, but there was an invisible force pulling me to her. Her gait widened as she stepped out of the school compound and I had to race after her. She seemed like she knew there was someone behind, yet she stalked gracefully on. We cut along the rocky ridges and it became obvious she was heading to the beach. When I reached there, panting heavily, she was already sitting by the sea.

The waves lapped softly at her feet. I crouched in the distance when she stood up. She stepped gradually, further and further away from shore. The water came up to her ankles, her knees, her thighs and then her shoulders. Suddenly, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore created a melodious tune. It was terrifying, yet electrifying. A huge wave rose and there she was, riding it. It was a magnificent view. She was such a natural surfer. I couldn’t help looking on in awe. The tide roared and swelled as she cut through it confidently. I caught the look of triumph in her eyes and then as fast as it happened, she disappeared. The waves broke into ripples and instantly, the sea became silent. The horizon was peaceful and except for the specks of grey in the sky, there was no sight of Aquarelle.

“Aquarelle! Are you out there?” I howled, facing the immense ocean, hearing only the echoes of my voice.

***

The next day, her seat was empty. So were the day after and the following. For two weeks, it was pretty much the same. I became increasingly irritated at her absence. Every morning, my high hopes would presumably fade away. Was she running away from me? Had my staring somehow unsettled her? And then, there were the rumours. Someone had seen her diving at midnight. Worst, she was called names- Aquarelle the sea-witch, Aquarelle the water demon. It all did not make sense. My moodiness affected my best pal, Lava. On the first day of the third week, he tried to cheer me up.

“Let’s surf! A challenge is up! The wave today is great. Clear skies and low wind speeds,” he rattled on excitedly. “Look Ray, I don’t know what’s up with you, but I know you need to surf. You haven’t been at it for two whole weeks!”

Surf, huh. Yeah, maybe that was the best way to go. What did she matter to me? I could forget about her and get on with life. Or so, I thought.

2. The truth
Truth exists; only lies are invented. A lie told often enough becomes the truth.

“Yo, dude. Where have you been?” Reed exclaimed as he saw me heading to the surf with my board. His side-kick, Koi, watched me in distaste.

One thing I learnt on the surf- never provoke Koi. He was infamously ambitious and greedy to win. I knew, he would definitely have surpassed Reed, if it hadn’t been for his near-drowning incident.

“He’s been bummed out.” Lava replied quickly, casting me a look which said I-will-handle-it.

If Reed saw the exchange, he appeared like he did not. The guy definitely could star as an actor. He regarded me closely before thumping me on the back, “you’ll get over it, man. Let’s catch some wave!”

His holler was appropriate. It sparked the fire in me I had been familiar with. Reed went first. He executed a classic carve. We clapped supportively as he raised his hands in elation. Lava did a bottom turn before disappearing into the barrel.

“Did you see that? It was a bitchin’ wave!” Reed cried as he paddled over.

“It was epic!” Cross-stepping, I nodded encouragingly at Reed. Lava signaled when it was my turn to ride a wave. I pushed away from the line up and did a layback. It was nerve-racking to finally be able to accomplish something I had not done in a long time. Suddenly, the winds picked up speed. I realized I was caught inside. I was too far out and the waves were breaking further out.

“The surf’s blown out!” Lava shouted worriedly from the shore. The on-looking Reed seemed confused by the sudden weather change.
Then, I saw her. She dropped in on the wave as I lost my footing.

Before I had the time to respond, I was completely wiped out by the tide. I was engulfed in murky waters and all around me, bubbles. I could hear in the distance, shouting and the low droning of the sea. My lungs fought for oxygen as I tried to move my un-cooperating limbs. All I saw was a kaleidoscope of colours before darkness eclipsed my vision.

***

“Is he alright?” a girl’s voice rang out in my head. I tried to open my eyes but they were too heavily shut.

Someone touched my palm. “Give him time. He’s going to be alright in thirty seconds.”

I lifted my eyelids and stared groggily up. Trying to register the face before me, I managed to sit up. It was who I thought it was. But there was someone else; someone that looked exactly like her, but older.

“Are you okay?” Aquarelle inquired, concern scrawled all over her face. I was confused by her reaction. What did she care?

“How did you get on the wave so fast? You weren't even in the water before I entered,” I growled. “And where did you disappear to that day?”

“Your eyes must have been lying. I didn’t so much as touch a single drop of seawater just now,” she whispered, exchanging a dark look with the girl next to her.

“My eyes do not lie. I knew what I saw,” I snorted indignantly.

“Well, in that case, they malfunctioned. You need glasses.” She said hauntingly, looking right at me.

I stared at her. Up close, she was so pretty. Her eyes glistened in the sunlight as it shone directly on her pointed face. She looked breath-taking. “You dyed your hair again. It has streaks of yellow.” I said softly. As the words escaped my lips, I realized I had said them out. A blush immediately erupted, and I hurriedly look away.

Aquarelle stared at me with an unreadable expression, then, to my amazement, she laughed. It sounded like water trickling from an ice-berg. Her laughter was a melodious, tinkling tune. It was one I had not heard of, and one I would always remember.

“You think I dyed my hair?” She inquired in disbelief, more to herself, than to me. Her remark was so soft it was barely audible.

She turned her gaze on the older girl beside her. For what seemed like minutes, they stared at each other blankly. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, but it could not be so. People didn’t read each other’s mind. Then the older girl spoke as she extended her hand, “I’m Aquamarine, Aquarelle’s older sister. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”

I shook her hand formally. It was icy cold, like she had just taken her hand out of an icebox. “You were knocked out and my sister, Aquarelle happened to pass by. She saved you in time. Nothing more.” She said firmly, mouth shut tightly in a thin line.

My eyes flickered back to Aquarelle’s. She half-smirked and shrugged at me. I knew, then, that there was something going on between the two of them. What was it? I could not put a finger on. My suspicion heightened when I saw that I was at the far end. Had I not been at the stretch of beach nearest to school? Where were the guys?

As if to answer my question, Aquamarine declared, “An ambulance is on its way.”

I screwed my brows in concentration and squinted purposefully. This part of the beach was barren, except for a few coconut trees; all that came into view was sand and more sand.

“Your friends will know where to find you, please wait patiently,” Aquarelle interrupted, emphasizing each word. She probably thought I was making a run for it. She was wrong, there was no where for me to go but wait.

The medics came soon enough and I was brought to the hospital. On the way, both girls eyed me wearily. I said nothing, thinking through what had happened. It was unlikely for Aquarelle to be on the wave at once, and immediately after the tide swelled? It was impossible. There was only one logical explanation and Aquarelle knew it. I just had to find a way to make her talk.

“I know you are lying,” I hissed softly at Aquarelle when her sister went to attend to my medical check-up report.

“You don’t know anything,” she said tersely.

“Whenever there’s a tidal wave, you appear suddenly out of nowhere, how is this happening?” I interjected fiercely, banging my fist on the counter in frustration.

“Don’t think that I chose to keep my mouth shut means I’m blind. I am far from that,” I threatened, my voice dropping to a snarl. “I saw everything and I know you know what I’m talking about.”

“I do not know what you’re talking about,” she replied coldly. “Ray, you were unconscious. What you saw might have been a mistake.”

“Bullshit. There was no mistake. How do you explain your sudden disappearance then? How do you know my name as well?” I growled.

My face was inches away from hers now. I stared straight into her eyes, unblinking. What was she hiding? Why was she being so defensive? For what seemed like an eternity, she stared back at me.

“I‘ve had enough of the games,” she muttered tiredly.

“Try me,” I said stiffly, challenging her to come up with a plausible explanation. Aquarelle looked like she was about to say something. She hesitated, then, startled by something behind me, she stopped.

“Hey man, you alright?” Lava slapped me on my back at that crucial moment. I spun around immediately. My brain registered their faces slowly-Lava, Reed and Koi. Although I had not seen them for a mere hour, it felt like such a long time.

“You made us worried. During the lull, we looked for you everywhere. Those were some sick waves huh?” Reed continued. He stopped rattling when Lava nudged him. Their gazes flickered back and forth between me and Aquarelle.

“Oh, did we interrupt something?” Koi questioned deliberately. I felt like clubbing his fat head at that moment.

I gave them a stern look which said you-already-did. My silence spoke volumes and they immediately shushed.

“No, actually, we were just about to leave.” Aquamarine returned timely, grabbing hold of Aquarelle and dragging her away from us.

“See you at school.” I mumbled. Flipping her hair over her shoulders, Aquarelle paused to smile before sauntering off.

“Wow, dude. You struck big,” Lava hinted intentionally.

“Yeah, she sure is something,” I agreed, sticking both my hands into my jean pockets.

That night, as I laid on my bed, I thought about Aquarelle, how mysterious she was and what she was about to tell me. She was like a jigsaw puzzle. I had to find the missing piece before the answers came. When I finally dozed off, my dreams were full of her, too.

***

Dim sunlight filtered in through the windows. I blinked as I stretched serenely. It was early dawn, time to get ready for school. I turned, facing the window, expecting to see the rising sun; yet, whatever blocked me from view shocked me.

Someone sat on the window still, looking at me quietly. She resembled Aquarelle, but she could not possibly be here. Her hair was longer and she looked a lot slender. I was home and in bed. This was probably a dream. She was so surreal and beautiful. Her hair swayed lightly in the morning draft and she carried a salty scent. It reminded me of the days I spent in the orphanage, of childhood fantasies and lonely songs. I stumbled blindly towards her, thinking it was part of a dream. Just as I was about to caress her hair, she vanished.

Rubbing my eyes, I exhaled fully. Someone was haunting me in my dreams. Was it a dream? If it was, it seemed real enough.

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第十七课：荷塘月色

颇 [pō] (line1)
偏，不正：偏～。～覆。～僻。 很，相当地
心理颇不宁静


幽僻 [yōupì] (line6)
deep, quiet and remote/private
1． 他下半生一直生活在一个幽僻的小山村里。 (He lived the rest of his life in a quiet and remote village.)
2． 这一带的独立洋房区太幽僻，妈妈不让我们晚上去那里玩耍。
3． 古代的文人骚客喜欢去幽僻的地方吟诗作画。
蓊蓊郁郁 [wěng wěng yù yù] (line7)
Lush, luxuriant

1． 新加坡四处都绿化，草木蓊蓊郁郁， 就像一个美好的大花园。
2． 盛下时节，公园花木茂盛，蓊蓊郁郁。


踱 [duó] (line11)
Pace,stroll （慢步行走）

1． 我的花纹老师，喜欢踱着方步走进教室，那神情让我们感到很滑稽。
2． 爸爸写文章和思考问题的时候，总是喜欢在书房踱来踱去。


苍茫 [cāng máng] (line13)
夜色朦胧，无边际也不真切。


弥 [mí] (line17)
满，遍：弥满。弥月（ａ．整一个月；ｂ．婴儿满月）。弥望（满眼）。弥天（满天，形容极大的）。 补，合：弥补。弥缝。弥封。 更加：弥坚。欲盖弥彰。 水满的样子：弥漫。 久，远：弥留（病久留不去，后称病重将死）。弥亘（连绵不断）。


袅娜[niǎo nuó] (line19)
1，枝叶柔长摇曳的样子。
出处：李白《侍从宜春苑奉诏赋歌》：“池南柳色半青青，萦烟袅娜拂绮城。”
2，形容体态轻盈柔美。(graceful)
　　出处：《聊斋志异.红玉》：“女袅娜如随风欲飘去，而操作过农家妇；虽严冬自苦，而手腻如脂。”


羞涩 [xiū sè] (line19)
形容词。难为情，态度不自然 (shy)
1．他站在讲台上，羞涩地看着大家。


渺茫 [miǎo máng] (line13)
Distant and indistinct, vague.
1.因遥远而模糊不清：音信渺茫
2.因没有把握而难于预期/猜测：前途渺茫
[近义词渺小，反义词巨大]

1． 早上起来，推开床就看到云雾渺茫的远山。
2． 他一别多年，音信渺茫，家人都十分担心。


霎时 [shàshí] (line22)
极短的时间，片刻，一会儿。一瞬间。

1．一阵雷声过后，霎时间下起了瓢泼大雨。


宛然 [wǎn rán] (line23)
Just like仿佛。(1) 真像;非常像 (2) 真切,清楚

1．姐姐长得酷向妈妈，宛然妈妈年轻时的模样。
2．裕花园的山水和亭台楼阁都是模仿中国园林二件，宛然一派泓南风光。


脉脉 [mò mò] (line24)
To convey silently/affectionately and lovingly. 两眼凝神，要向别人诉说心曲的样子。饱含温情，默默地用眼神表达自己的感情。
形容用眼神或行动默然地表达情意。
近义词: 含情脉脉/柔情脉脉/脉脉流动

1．妈妈将孩子们送到校门口，脉脉地注视着小小的身影远去。
2．在樟宜机场，姐姐含情脉脉地与未婚告别。


斑驳 [bān bó] (line31)
一种颜色中杂有别种颜色，花花搭搭的。引申为不纯，瑕疵。

驳 [bó]
反驳，批驳，辩驳。


稀疏 [xīshū] (line31)
Sparse 宽松;不稠密: 一片稀疏的树木

1. 他长着稀疏的胡子。(He has a sparse beard.)
2. 那位老人头发稀疏。(The old man has lank hair.)


均匀 [jūn yún] (line32)
Even, well distributed. 分布或分配在各部分的数量相同。同义：平均 匀和。 反义：不等。
均匀散播/塔配均匀/厚度均匀/要求均匀

1. 我国大大小小的商店和购物中心，均匀的分布在全国每一个地方。
2. 妈妈对我们姐妹的照顾是公平均匀的，毫无偏爱。
3. 这块土地分布很均匀。


空隙 [kòngxì] (line35)
gap中间空着的地方；尚未占用的时间


风致 (line25)
Good looks, graceful bearing, charm. 意思是美好的容貌和举止；风味,风趣。

1. 姐姐有着美好的容貌，风致翩翩。
2. 那位姑娘虽不经装扮，却颇有风致。

成语：林下风致
　　【解释】：指女子态度娴雅、举止大方。
　　别饶风致 ：别有一番风趣