Write before leaving the university

I often open computer to listen to music with little or no thoughts in the middle of the night (Diablo 3 Gold). As night was quietly in the air flowing around, I feel a grasping, a helpless, a joy, a melancholy......

Even youth is beautiful, but it can avoid flushing of the time. The time of the water dilute forgotten things, many smile and many words. For an instant they all became the luxuries things in life. Time is like a twist, and it is so deep, so hot and heartless.

I have stayed here for almost two years. In the two years I grew up and learn a lot of survival skill but it is also just little fur. In busy all day, but I don't know what I am busy with. This probably is the biggest failing live. With our dreams to sail, we are eager to find belongs to own the land of stay, but in spite of living in we already forgot what we once longed for. We again and again travel to a lot of unfamiliar places.

Time is to play the ambiguity of the joke, and we couldn't figure what sort of a play it directs and what plot it is writing.

The journey of life is always to be accepted and accept. It is also from perceptual to rational and hazy to clear. Growth always gives people a feeling of it, but with the figure of sharp gradually through the layers of thick mist, we live the life of the fuzzy alive will become clear.

Looking at my half youth has been squandered by me; perhaps I also should find the basis point to let me grow. Let me go slowly know the complex and changeable world and to complete my unfinished youth picture.