I'm not very happy because of the cut of the holiday of Spring Festival. I'm in Beijing now, far from my hometown Fangchenggang, Guangxi. I have not been home for one whole year, and I'm long for going back home. But a notice are released that there will be one important person inspecting our newspaper office just after the end of the Spring Festival Holiday, and all the staffs must prepare enough for that. So our holiday will be cut without doubt. Oh!!!!!!!!! MY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

One day, when I was walking on the road to Agricultural University of China for work, a man of his mid-ages talked to me. But at first, I didn't answer him for doubting deceived. Until I saw his son, a young man, or even could be called a boy, I didn't listen to him carefully. He asked me how to go to Tsinghua University. And it was also my first time to be there, so I could not be able to answer him, and I suggested him to ask the public security man aside. That man was a common man, but he reminded me of my father. Because he had something likes my father. It must be that he and his son are not natives, and he wanted to visit Tsinghua University with his son, hoping that his son could enter Tsinghua for study through the exam of university entry. That is a great wish of fathers in China. Every father (my father inclusive) hopes his son will have a bright future, and that is called the father's love.

The Crowded Bus By Hu Zhenming It is very difficult to wait for a bus on every Monday. Today is my second time to spend half an hour to wait for the bus on Monday. In fact, working in Danwei is not a boring case, it perhaps would even be a good thing for me. But the problem is squeezing into the bus to go to work. How crowded it is! The body is in bus, but his ass is still outside. I saw a man’s earphone was rubbed off when he was listening to music in bus. Does means there is no space for an earphone in such a big bus? I meant that the society, the city is just like a crowded bus, squeezing, pushing and shout to each other, very crowded. In such a big city, many people feel that there is no space for themselves. And I am busy running about the space every day. Getting foothold must after getting money. The person dies for money, bird for eat. To get the money for life, many people become blameless, evil, and hit the edge ball of illegal activities. There are battles in different industries, different companies, and among workers. I spend my time on the limit. I have no spare time if it doesn’t include working, studying and sleeping. If I want to have amusement, I must give up my rest time so as to depict myself as a person who doesn’t know to make fun. Sometimes, I think of the old times when I memorise the new words, like the half hours waiting for bus today. I think of the sleeping time and the play time in university, trueness in high school, and the once-familiar but not-familiar friends who are abroad, in Beijing or in other provinces. I want to jump out of my surroundings and check my activities, and it is limited. Whatever it is, I am still the ones who are unfriendly commented by the opinion leaders and the social observers. Happy? Unhappy? I have worked hard, and I have no reasons to give up. Now that I am a youth, could it be said that I would let myself regret willingly when I am old? Nothing has to be that! March 26th, 2012

On the Spring Festival of 2012, I was no longer a child that gets Hongbao from elders, and it was my first time to give Hongbao to my little brother and little cousins, because of the trodition that adults with income must give Hongbao to youngers. But I turned back into a child when I went out fireworks with my brother and cousins in New Year's Eve. Before that, my family had a big dinner, called Nianyefan.

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