so sorry to leave..

I am sorry to say that I will leave here,

since I find a more wonderful place to live on.

anyway,I still have a memory with it.

just say goodbye.

I hope that everything goes on well.

merci..

P.S.my new home:http://skuara.blogcn.com

I Am Waiting For Your Postcards

I heard that some of my friends will give me some postcards,

what an exciting thing.

I appreciate it for your presents.

Always I find that I am waiting for something.

I know that some dreams can't come true.

It sounds a bit of sorrow.

Whereas it is a truth.

These days are a little special for us.

But I will still stay here,

won't go anywhere.

Just need a quiet place to continue my life.

These days I feel so tedious.

Though I am missing my family in another city.

The only blessing for them.

Best wishes.

Amazed at the moment

I 'm amazed at the trace you have left,

perhaps long time no see,

with a great deal of excitement.

I know there is full of silence here,

and just my expectation.

Some friends tell me that you should keep calm by yourself.

Not by the environment.

It only be a medium .

Actually I need to take it serious.

I need to thought the future carefully.

What a troublesome problem.

Today I join a group named I Love Postcard.

I've been waiting a postcard from my friends for quite a long time.

Much to my disappointment,

it hasn't arrived yet.

I know that he sent half a month ago,

whereas, I have not gotten it.

what a pity.

Seen from the topic on the postcard,

I wish I would get the postcard this time.

What a beautiful thing.

In a sense I'm fond of such a little thing,

which brings me the happiness from it.

a busy heart..

I know these days I am busying with my thesis.

It sounds like a bit difficult .

though I have just written a beginning of it.

It will take me a long time to finish the task.

When I devote to this thesis,

I feel rather exhausted .

Life is so hard,

everyone is in pursuit of working and living.

The time I leave the campus is drawing nearer and nearer,

It seems so horrible,

This year I particularly cherish the last term in my college life.

How time flies,

I wish the time would go back,

just my imagination.

The only thing we can do is to look forward .

Where Have All The Flowers Gone?

I remember you in my memory.

childlike eyes are full of innocence.



Every time as I am awake at night,



so strange the mood I am in.



As long as I see a big smile on your face,



I can't help laughing after you.



It reminds me of a great many things in that times,



which dates back to the life in high school.



However,that sounds like a long history on my mind.



Occasionally I will memorize those days together with my classmates.



They aren't so remarkable but fairly kind and harmonious.


I has been deeply impressed by his talent of drawing cartoons.



The splendid writing is to be a myth in my class,



she is a diligent student and try her best to learn literature,



especially in ancient Chinese literature.



Though there are so many grieves occurred to her,



she has went through these hazards with a great will.



As a matter of fact, I am always admiring her spirit.



not only in the past, but also at this moment.



That is, I am strongly inspired by the girl in my life.



I know the time won't wait for anyone,



can't go to the past, either.



I understand some of my friends have to part , say goodbye.



can't meet each other, again.



Where have all the flowers gone?



Where are the flowers gone?



Where have all the memories gone?



Where are the memories gone?



Perhaps none of us will answer them.



In any case I will remember these friends all my life ,



a place named perpetuity.

The Emotion Of Sorrow

Today is also a rainy day.

Although I stayed up last night,

I wake up in an early morning.

In my soul, I am feeling so tired.

In spite of knowing the harm to sleepless,

I prefer to keep my mind definite in the late night.

Time flies silently.

Whereas,I will set out to my campus tomorrow.

That is I will leave this city filled with the emotion of waiting.

Too often we have to part in our life.

I will leave my memories behind,

not taking along with me.

At the same time these experiences will remind me of the beautiful chapters.

I haven't counted the times I come here.

Every time I hurry to arrived in the railway station,

It takes me a long time to get here,

though the distance is not so long.

This time you aren't here for your training,

I wish that I would see my dear friend ,living in another city.

I remembered the date of this summer we were here.

However,it is a daydream.only a dream.

Because not at this moment,

perhaps in such a long future which I haven't imagined.

I am fond of writing essays while listening to the music.

Especially the sorrow of music.

As a result ,my words seems a bit sad more or less.

And I' learnt that some of my friends advise me not to form such an emotion.

It just like a close friend never choose to leave you.

Always remains in my deep soul for long.

This is the reason why I am so weary.

Never ending up with a pleasant story.

Suddenly I am anxious to drift,

none can find my trace.

太聪明

A Gloomy Day

The grey sky with blocks of clouds。


It was raining accidentally。


My hair was wet by the rain。

What a gloomy day 。

As far as I concerned，

Is there something wrong here with me?

I have lost my bearings 。

The life I am seeking is to be a fantasy。