My tears my song

I don't want to ask what the wind is a me, in my empty world blow in a pleasing of voice, and I will not go back to how encounter I began my college dream. This may only a kind of Su life of arrangement, set the past margin in this life. Among thousands of people meet the person whom you meet, and ten million years of time, without the wilderness of precipice, no early, no later step, just to catch up with the. At this moment, my college life, silence and joyous began, seems to be a simple hopeful the dream of the child. And LTBR > I have full of passion and that always cherished for a long time to come to this piece may belong to my great promise. A start, homesickness feelings tormenting me. My heart is like the climate of the northern China, in tears as lack of rainfall I dry eyes like this long not the sky, delayed as dripped would not fall. I kept on thinking of my life, my dream and the small is full of sunshine and hope for the future. I am such all the way, longing to meet all the wind and rain, walk the unknown in the path of the article. I closed my eyes and can see that I first walked into the school doors scene. I'm standing in the way of the noise at yu CAI middle street, watching my father mother far of figure, slowly to tears. I seem to have just understand, future life is going to PingKao my own strength to go on. I'm no longer in which can parents before the bosom of seek asylum and comfort of the child, and all the roads in the future depends on me alone to go on. I have to for my actions and chosen to bear the duty and between heaven and earth seem to rest I am left alone, and the sound of silence all around are down. Did I understand the future, dream and challenge means that at the end of the shia. You can know that university is a no smoke in the battlefield of the potential challenges. We must stand empty and the failure here pain. I is a standard balance a people, I'm aware of the society is a kind of competition. China is a competition is still up flesh and blood, no skill will be begging place or by parents raise, this is the fact that does not dispute. I know how to get to the road. No matter how, I will not give up. Even if I have a let I shrink back of reason, I will soon find out one thousand reason forced to rush forward. Because of my weak demand reason. And LTBR > when I'm standing in the library at the door, looking at the silence without vocal hall, suddenly to create a sense of despair. That sentence before the study is magnificent pledge "I will make division of the existence of salt because I feel proud and proud" pale immediately. Look at the rows of neatly arranged the books, touching each book back words, I find that they are using a very powerful voice inspired me to see the unknown world and I never expected life. I feel the blood of the wind, the period I made an unprecedented courage. I decided to all of my blood and hope to achieve my dreams, even if the university tears also want to sing the song of my own university. And LTBR > university teacher each with a good grace. Some humor humor and wit, some serious. But no matter how to is the wisdom of a muted. And LTBR > this maybe different secondary that tension with the busy life. Taboo University of the air of freedom. Also as if is a full of exploration of the rivers, each teachers is the ship set hard, carrying a generation of knowledge to the other side of the knowledge. I gradually get used to a busy and full of free information university life. Drinking in modern Chinese teacher interesting and vivid language hall, looking forward to the English class sadness English song, romantic enjoy writing class is relaxed with the beauty of the time, and that will meet by chance when do morning reading is not tall, old man squat down in front of the bench in the lake small carrying the half a cigar, smiling opposite at the scenery. All this makes me happy and happy. They are like a flow of background, always floating in the sky of my university life, set in my memory. I will never forget: in a class and classmates in the dusky light stood on the side of the road for a snack market stall in a bathroom, the tags around his throat singing English ", "Susan Peking Opera his late in the moonlight and self-study class a disco, folding good paper planes dropped from the tall building on the window of the reading room, sitting in front of white is the China cups appreciate the yellow leaves that fall outside the classroom, walk in the music listening to one enormous pile of jean words are rain blow in smoke... From them I took my summer of memory into the shattered a and a new season, pursue the dream of the seasons. This is my university the psalms, based on the image of the eternal again and again beautiful experience. That began to sense, like chickens and early too cold call the mat when TiaoYao of the dream. And LTBR > the world is a big university, the university is a small world. The world with sorrow, the university has defeated in a. University road since singing was doomed to have tears. In my positive take part in all kinds of student organization at the same time, I also tasted failure of taste. Although I seriously, but always prepare for a job interview because the pressure is too big and too fierce competition in failure. In that gray day, time with spider webs, become like the haze. Waiting for the sun is the long wait, it seems every moment with the taste of life, day moldy no hope. But when I saw the great western of nuns that famous words "you spend DuoNian created things, someone will be destroyed it, no matter what, you still want to go to build. The most simple thing: makes mistakes; the most heavy defeat: lose heart" so I hide from the world willingly made a new first step. Until now, in retrospect, is still in the dark and lonely in the light with a gentle glow. I decided to fate counterattack. DuoNian lively nature of latent followed gradually the beautiful day glow up. Every day I immersed in the pleasant sensation of revenge to fate. At that time, a day of life a vast complex, don't know when I started, I was a young horse the mustang, in the heart of the prairie cheerily Mercedes up. Because I understand, a personal the meaning of life in between and adhere to abandon. Every day we face is a master of the cloud, the fierce competition in the reality, so in only one concede to the case he is not sure. Success is obtained by the fight with struggle, in the situation of the time want to avoid shows out of control.