Feeling myself like a remnant of a cloud of autumn uselessly roaming in the sky, A lost duckweed aimlessly floating in boundless ocean, struggling to find the way back but every attempt turned out to be in vain ’cause the reality seems so unchangeable and wayward.Each day had wore away in a sudden the moment I found that. In workdays, my routine life is wake up at 7:00 in the morning, have my wash done and rush to the morning reading classroom——that’s the beginning of my whole dull day, which consists of rigid lessons and tedious meetings and dreary assignments.
And when occasionally I am free I stop to ask myself: what are you busying doing ，little busy bee? And I myself can’t come up with a satisfied answer. Once The pet word I used to comfort myself when in a low spirit is: Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.——one of Tagore’s poems. But now I prefer “I have plucked your flower, I press it to my heart and the thorn pricked, When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain remained.”
Are there anything the love could relate to? I suppose so. I am still kind of sticking in the misery of the craziness. But don’t worry my dear friends I am managing to make it and it’s all about time, time is the most powerful as well as magic staff in the universe, I will forget him, everything about him——the day he leave for his next leg and never come back——but keep the beautiful memories in the bottom of my heart.
Today is Saturday and the three-day sports meeting was over, finally. Sometimes I just wonder why I have to waste two whole days of my precious three-day-holiday in those silly things like composing cheer-up-notes or just sitting in the cold wind when it has nothing important to do with me.
Weekends, once been a highlight of my week now seems nothing particular and sometimes I just idle away my time which make me feel guilty at night——Doing nothing is doing ill. Mama’ warning always whisper in my ear.
There are thousands of staffs left undone and the deadline is tomorrow, I’ve made my hundred time’s decision that I will get down to my business but it just doesn’t work.
I suppose I need a refresh, a totally renewal life, or a true seven-day-vacation to Hainan or any other warm places: no iciness, no rain, no rotten mood, but sunshine, family reunion, beach, and perhaps ignorant of everything----
Then I come back, back to campus, to my study, to tests, to all my acquaintances——a joyous Joy.
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