Bed news

Just now I heard a news about Mr. Arif don't teach us Reading any more.I still remeber the first day he came to the class,you make the ambience of class exultantly,all of us acquiesce he is one of the best lecturers.
Now he will leave us ,I was up for a time and then, without warning, despondent again.
I'll remeber the time we spent together.Anyhow,thank him for everything he done.Take care.

Saricou

Someone is always on a strange road, watching strange scenery and listening to strange music. Then one day, you will find that the things you try hard to forget are already gone.
As well as saricou.

是不是会发霉？

这一个周末，周末得让人慵懒成一滩泥。
我在床上躺了好久，久得当我起来时，感觉周围的一切都不像是真实的. 这样的念头即使出现，也会一闪而过，瞬间消失不见。
上了大学之后，总会体会到一些很特别的感情。
室友说我晚上睡觉经常不安稳，问我是不是做噩梦了。在家时，几个闹钟都叫不起我，我喜欢赖床，赖得让家人无奈。可是在学校，我每天都起得很早(都是BOB的功劳)，比高考时还要早得多（稍微夸张一下）。“闹钟”（BOB）刚响就坐起来，呆呆地在床上看几秒钟还在睡觉的室友，然后穿衣洗漱。甚至“闹钟”响前我就会醒，然后窝在被子里，迷迷糊糊中一遍遍地看手机，等到快响铃时关掉闹钟，再起来。
说起来， 妈妈还不信我在学校起那么早，而室友也不信我在家会睡那么晚。
我无奈。
今天，我居然睡到中午。第一次那么晚起，反而不知道该干些什么。其实我是想学习的，可是，为什么不愿意看书呢？我不知道。然后莫名地想打电话——无论给谁——却发现电话欠费了。再折中一点吧，我打开刚刚关掉的电脑，准备找人语音——我是真的好想听到一个熟悉的声音。可是我又失望了，因为在线的人都不熟，熟的人都不在线。 昨晚上，我打开一个本子，在那么多的文字中看到一句话——我的心很深很深，我希望别人能了解我，而不是我去告诉他什么而让他明白我，我希望你也可以，尽管这样很困难。
我才知道，原来不仅我这么想。
说到底，我想要的，不只是执子之手，与子偕老而已。比起这个，我更想要的一种感情，叫心心相印，惺惺相惜。
越是难过，越是希望在灯火阑珊处，有人可以笑着向自己伸出温暖的双手，淡淡地说：其实我都懂的。
是不是每个人心中都有个英雄，会在自己一个人兵荒马乱的时候，温柔地指出我们想要的路？那么现在，有谁能告诉我，上了大学的我，如果没有安全感，该怎么办呢？我一直喜欢这个世界，喜欢野花，喜欢润润的雾气......可却不是一直喜欢自己。一半一半均分中，我读到的是从来没有过的挫败。
有点语无伦次，但是我一直不够有逻辑。那么，就便说一声，那天的短信，第一条，不是我发的——如果你看到这篇日志的话。不过，这不是道歉，陈述而已。
听说玉渊潭的樱花都开了，明天就要见到了呢。
会不会有松前美呢？
我期待着。

soledad

Smile is an attitude

I smile. Does not mean I am happy.

My open a umbrella.Does not mean I want to take shelter from rain.

You never do not know what I was thinking about.

I want to hug everyone,But I had to warm myself,Please forgiven me。

Because I have to practice tolerance you.

佚

　　今年的夏天和去年的夏天是不相同的，没有着微微凉爽的风，但有着高高飘扬的云，只是多了一个热辣辣的太阳。站在窗前，看那几朵白云慢慢的飘走，露出了天空里高远的蓝天，挥洒着那么纯净的透明。　　
心情，似乎已经放松，忘记了夏日里的那一份炎热，那一份浮躁。就这样静静的任思绪飘荡，就像一朵漂浮的白云，慢慢的飘，飘向远方…… 　
也许执意一种感情可不必相见但求相知，和你相识缘于一次偶尔的聚会。不知从何时起有了那份心动与牵挂，你深深驻进了我心房。习惯了有你相伴的每一天，如果哪一天不能看到你，心中便会有种牵挂。有你相伴的日子，我是多么的欣慰，我感受着这份隽永的美丽。
因为学习的需要，我们已经半年没见了。可你还是那么坚持、任劳任怨地等我。看着你每天忙碌于繁琐的生活之中，我真的想去帮你，为你分忧，为你解愁。可是，现实的牵绊让我望而却步，城市的距离把我们遥遥相隔，我只能在屏幕前默默地为你祝福，愿你坚强地挺过这段繁忙不休的日子。愿我真诚的祝福，能给你释放一些疲惫，让你更加坚强，更加勇敢！
　　我没有勇气，突破时间的阻碍；我没有勇气，打破空间的障碍；我一直期待着，所以注定你是我永远的牵挂。我明白你我之间的这种情感会因为时间的关系慢慢淡化为友谊，只能存于心间，隔着屏幕默默地相依相守。我只愿意想你的优点，因为你在我的心目中确实是那么的优秀。我只愿意为你良苦用心，不愿意让你为我失落。多少的等待，多少的无奈，多少的失落，多少的泪水，注定由我一个人来承受。我就是如此的脆弱，只要我的心一颤动，泪水就会不由自主地流出来。我喜欢这种流泪的感觉，尽管有点忧伤，但我喜欢去感受。
　　一直以为只要自己愿意，就可以无悔等待。我的幸福，离我很近，却又离我很远，也许是我的要求太高，不会去把握身边的幸福，不会感受身边的幸福。　　不知什么时候开始，我已经恋上了文字，恋上了用文字来表达自己的心绪。我喜欢沉醉在自己的文字里，快乐着，忧伤着，思考着，平静着，沉迷着。尽管我知道文字并不能代表什么，文字只能是代表我一时的心情，一时的感慨。每天面对平淡的生活，重复的学习，很多时候，我已经把文字当成了我生活中的一部分。是文字丰富了我的生活，还是文字忧伤了我的情绪？我已经无法诠释。
　　我喜欢用文字来记录生活中点点滴滴的记忆和那些刻骨铭心的情节。我的文字里搁置了太多的或深或浅的心事，除了我自己能懂，还又有谁能懂呢？我总是在文字里寻觅一片世外桃园，我总是在文字里极力寻找一份释怀。
　　文字是什么？文字是我的思想，文字是我的心情，文字是我的灵魂，文字是我的精神支柱。文字没有颜色，可文字却会描绘色彩；文字没有生命，可文字却会思考，文字没有思想，可文字却有灵魂。我的文字，有时如深谷小溪的孱孱泉水，清澈而沁人；有时也会象行如流云的高山瀑布，欢腾而奔放；有时也会似深夜里迷茫徘徊的幽灵，孤寂而无助。
　　很多时候，我想把握那片刻的喜悦，也很想放飞所有的情感。很多时候，我想用文字去开辟一方蓝天，以至晴空万里；很多时候，我想用文字去浪漫自己的心灵，以至拥有温馨的美好；很多时候，我祈求，一些美好的事物都能永远。　　所有的曾经，都会随着时间的变化而变化，让我在时光的变迁中手无足措的无言的承受。其实一切都不重要，重要的是时间，因为是时间让我们记忆，是时间让我们铭刻。你曾经对我说过一辈子都不会忘记我这样的一个朋友，这句话现在还真的存在你的记忆里吗？
　　时间能淡漠一切，时间也能改变一切，时间更能证明一切！

Imagination

How much does your life weigh?Imaging for a second that you're carring a backpack. I want u to feel that the straps on your shoulders.Feel'em? Now I want you to pack it with all the stuff that u have in your life.Start with the little things, the things on shelves and in drawers,the knick-knacks,the collectibles.Feel the weights as that adds up. Then u start adding larger stuff, cloths, table-top appliances, lamps, linens, your TV. The backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. And u go bigger. Your couch, your bed, your kitchen table. Stuff it all in there. Your car, get it in there. Your home ,whether it is a studio apartment, or a two-bedroom house, I want u to staff it all into that backpack. Now try to walk. It's kind of hard, isn't it? This is what we do to ourselves on a daily basis. We weigh ourselves down until we can't even move. And make no mistake, moving is living. Now I'm gonna set that backpack on fire, what do u want to take out of it? photos? Photos are for people who can't remember. Drink some ginkgo and let the photos burn. In fact, let everything burn and imagine waking up tomorrow with nothing, it's kind of exhilarating, isn't it?

Great experience

Life likes a box of chocolate,you never know what you were going to get.
Befor my father bought the cap gun,I was very upset.I thought maybe I would never see it any more.
It a long story, when a boy at age of 6 or 9, he always be fond of cap gun and mini car,so am I.
The first time a hunt the cap gun at the toy shop with my mother,she said she will buy a gift for me about I got a great marks.That day ,the sky is blue and the weather is fine,breeze let me feel happy.We walked into a shop near the city center.There were so many toys around the room.When I turned right ,I think I found it what I want.It is a cap gun with black colour and heavy.I promise I really like it and I wanted it,not only I was a cap-gun fans,but also I like shooting!"Mom, I want it"I begged,but she didn't look at me,just turn back and said "You can not play it, you are not a little boy already!" Then she go out the shop and take me to the other shop.Even through I bought a new clothes,but I did not feel happy ,I know I miss my gun....

Day after day,I become depravation. My father asked me what happend,and he said he can help me.I told him about my cap gun."Is that all?"He said,"yes"I whisped."That easy,don't be sad,you know women always parsimoniously.If something,your mother didn't buy for you ,just come and tell me!I am right here." How kindness father...

Finally I got my cap gun. Maybe it is the best happy experience in my life.