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Like another 911, the gunshot event yesterday becomes the hot topic everywhere, in labs and on webs. The campus tragedy of killing 33 people by a South Korean immigrant induced a argument on weather the gun control policy in US should be changed; also arguments on race discrimination and national safety comparison. It’s difficult to get a conclusion as usual for this kind of debate. But the campus killing is really a headache for every American, also new immigrants or foreigners like us. From the movies I saw last weekends, which all involve terrified killing by different ways, and from the view of real life imitate arts, it’s not surprised that the violence will never be uprooted or improved here. And with the progress of new tech, the world becomes more and more dangerous and vulnerable to a fateful attack. Ala, human, what a dark future! Will we die of like dinosaurs?

My colleague’s son is playing games on a computer in the lab for hours because he has nowhere to go and both parents are working, and another American colleague told me during afternoon tea that Gewei should spend more time with his son for the game addiction will make him stupid in the future; I totally agree him that games, TVs change the new generation a lot. Our childhood was much different 30 years ago, we have few toys to play with, and could only play with pals in playground, and also spent lots of time reading. In fact the brain research has shown that long time visual flash can change brain structure, which could be bad for thinking efficiently. Another problem is that Chinese fathers spend little time with their children, which can weaken the father-son relationship, and lead to less social involvement compared to others. Education is a tough task for every parent to learn, especially for new immigrants if we wish to stay here in the future.

Ich liebe meines Wesens Dunkelstunden,
in welchen meine Sinne sich vertiefen;
in ihnen hab ich, wie in alten Briefen,
mein täglich Leben schon gelebt gefunden
und wie Legende weit und überwunden.

Aus ihnen kommt mir Wissen, daß ich Raum
zu einem zweiten zeitlos breiten Leben habe.
Und manchmal bin ich wie der Baum,

der, reif und rauschend, über einem Grabe
den Traum erfüllt, den der vergangne Knabe
(um den sich seine warmen Wurzeln drängen)
verlor in Traurigkeiten und Gesängen.