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This is the personal website of Ruiheng Edbalt Wu. His Chinese name “Ruiheng” means sharp (锐) forever (恒). As for the self created middle name “Edbalt”, it is the combination of Edward (in memory of Edward the longshanks) and cobalt (his favorite element).

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Autumn in Mid West

by realedbaltwuPosted on December 8, 2022December 8, 2022Comments are Disabled

I love the autumn in Mid West.

Chaco & Mesa Verde: Terra Incognita (查科和梅萨维德：未知之地)

by realedbaltwuPosted on August 9, 2022July 30, 2023No Comments

相比于八百年前，梅萨维德多了无数壮观却空空如也的建筑，以及一片秃顶的荒山。
In contrast to eight centuries ago, Mesa Verde now had numerous spectacular yet empty buildings, as well as a barren mountain with a bald top.

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Now he could see the light on the concrete hulk, in the poop porthole which he had called the kitchen for weeks now, as if he lived there, and now with a preliminary murmur in the palm the light offshore breeze began, bringing with it the smell of swamps and wild jasmine, blowing on under the dying west and the bright star; it was the night. So it wasn’t just memory. Memory was just half of it, it wasn’t enough... Because if memory exists outside of the flesh it wont be memory because it wont know what it remembers so when she became not then half of memory became not and if I become not then all of remembering will cease to be. Yes, he thought, between grief and nothing I will take grief.

The Wild Palms, by William Faulkner

The night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

Ulysses, by James Joyce