A backward glance upon the very beginning of this semester reveals that time flew. By the end of next week, we will have finished all the class. It's just amazing and inconceivable. It seems like the first day of this semester is just yesterday. I was struggling myself when I faced a hard assignment; I removed the barriers to learning in front of me build by myself since my careless; I also perceived multicultural knowledge customs while I talk with my intelligent classmates.
It was entirely not easy as I thought before and extremely fantastic as expect before. Now it is time to say goodbye to some of my friends and instructors. I will miss you guys and thank you.
May you a happy future and good luck to myself.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
the distance
don’t know why I like water so much. I like drinking water. I like the sea. I like any places with water. So I doubt whether I was a fish or not in my previous generation.Our school is just located on the sea side, which makes me feel comfortable. Whenever I get the free time, I’d like to go to the sea shore, sometimes with my friends while most of the time just by myself. I like sitting on the sand quietly and listening to the songs sang by the sea.
One of my friends used to ask me whether I had ever observed what the sea looked like on a clear day. I didn’t answer him directly then. But he told me that as far as we could see, the sea and the sky joined together and formed a beautiful arc at the end of our sight. They seemed to be together in the end. While as a matter of fact, there was still a far distance between them, like poles apart. They can’t be together, never ever. I felt so sorry when heard this, because I knew he was giving me some hint about our relationship. I didn’t know what to say about this. I just said that: “Didn’t you tend to get a bit too sentimental? It meant nothing at all but a natural phenomenon.” Sometimes I don’t like my way of dealing with things, especially about emotion. I always choose to run away from the eyes, the love and anything else. Why I always choose to run away? Like reading a novel, we cannot change the sad ending, but we can choose not to begin.
One of my friends used to ask me whether I had ever observed what the sea looked like on a clear day. I didn’t answer him directly then. But he told me that as far as we could see, the sea and the sky joined together and formed a beautiful arc at the end of our sight. They seemed to be together in the end. While as a matter of fact, there was still a far distance between them, like poles apart. They can’t be together, never ever. I felt so sorry when heard this, because I knew he was giving me some hint about our relationship. I didn’t know what to say about this. I just said that: “Didn’t you tend to get a bit too sentimental? It meant nothing at all but a natural phenomenon.” Sometimes I don’t like my way of dealing with things, especially about emotion. I always choose to run away from the eyes, the love and anything else. Why I always choose to run away? Like reading a novel, we cannot change the sad ending, but we can choose not to begin.
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