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We have a baby gymkhana on the next day of the anniversary celebrations of CGU.

Our club members play badminton, table tennis amd volleyball on this day.

From afternoon to the night, all of us have a lot of fun!!!!

The Futire of Computers

※ What is Moore’s Law?

◎The data density of storable information on a silicon circuit, and the corresponding computing speed, is doubling every 18 to 24 months.

※What is quantum computing and its two application?

◎Information would not be stored as strings of “1”s and “0”s, but as a series of quantum mechanical states: spin direction of electrons or polarization orientations of photons.
◎Could hold more than one bit of information.
◎Making lightning-fast searches through a database or breaking codes or encryptions.

※What are the two obstacles of quantum computing? How to overcome this problem?

◎The slightest outside disturbance, such as heat or light, can destroy the balance of the quantum states.(Working with slow and frozen light has further advanced the possibilities of quantum computing.)
◎Will naturally tend to collect errors.(Spreading information over several qubits so that the erroneous decay of one of the quantum states will not cause information loss.)

※How does slow and frozen light advance the possibilities of quantum computing?

◎In this technique, light is passed through clouds of sodium atoms which have been supercooled to the almost absolutely zero.

Go Gentle

You have grown wings of pain,

and flap around the bed like a

wounded gull

calling for water, calling for tea, for

grapes

whose skins you cannot penetrate.

Remember when you taught me

how to swim? Let go, you said,

the lake will hold you up.

I long to say, Father let go

and death will hold you up.

Outside the fall goes on without us.

How easily the leaves give in,

I hear them on the last breath of wind,

Passing this disappearing place.

25th High School Reunion

We come to hear the endings

of all the stories

in our anthology

of false starts:

how the girl who seemed as hard as nails

was hammered into shape;

how the athletes ran out of races;

how under the skin our skulls rise

to the surface

like rocks in the bed

of a drying stream.

Look! We have all

turned into

ourselves.

To a Daughter Leaving Home

When I taught you

at eight to ride

a bicycle, loping along

beside you

as you wobbled away

on two round wheels,

my own mouth rounding

in surprise when you pulled

ahead down the curved

path of the park,

I kept waiting

for the thud

of your crash as I

sprinted to catch up,

while you grew

smaller, more breakable

with distance,

pumping, pumping

for your life, screaming

with laughter,

the hair flapping

behind you like a

handkerchief waving

goodbye.

This pome has a vary important menaing for me.

I study in a college where is far from my hometown.

I miss my family as the parents care about their daughter.

The first time I read this pome , I almost burt into tears.

Your Children Are Not Your Children

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thought,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that

His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Music I Heard

Music I heard with you was more than music,

And bread, I broke with you was more than bread;

Now that I am without you, all is desolate;

All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,

And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.

These things do not remember you, beloved,

And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my great you moved among them,

And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;

And in my heart they will remember always,－

They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

A Winter’s Tale

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,

And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;

Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go

On towards the pines at the hill’s verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist’s pale scarf

Obscures the dark wood and the full orange sky;

But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half

Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

Why does she come so promptly, when she must know

She’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell?

The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow-

Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?

A Deux

I pinch your arm,

You twist my leg,

I make you cry,

You make me beg,

I dry your eyes,

You wipe my nose,

And that’s the way

The kissing goes.

As the title "Deux", it told about a story of a couple.

Deux is a franch word, meaning double dancing.

It depicted the sorrow, the happy time, and the sweet time in their life.