Do you remember the tall best beautiful being carried from far the westward in the opening ceremony of Beijing Olympics?

Her name is Yahoo!. Just like a silk shawl blown by the first morning wind.
What is her lesson?
(Anyway at last) the fresh sense of shame. Natural with every man.
I feel ashame of my stealing of a book, peeping a bathing lady twice and drilling walls through adoring a pregnant yahoo lady, boarding by a forged ticket and touching the hips of three junior high school girls (a touch a goat's finger). I am not ashame of my long stinking poverty but of my idle days and years and cowardliness with the poverty and the loneliness. I had not looked at myself in a mirror. Till yesterday, I had not been acquaint with my face, for I had not had any date, any promise. "As a goat, you would not have read the book up! Only Emanuel Frau's tomorrow really?　they might have thought."