Recently I read one book of one man .Liu Tong . As we often said ,we remember a man because of a city and meantime we love this city just owning to we like this people.when I read his book that feeling the shadow all of me.each step record my youth ,my fail ,and a lot of me.not only this feeling but also the experiences.maybe this confusion that we called grow.one point can distinguish others was he insist the end.sometimes we can't overpass ourselves which trapped of our narrow sight.One word I want to say,if you can not persist of this matter to the end or you can't see the bright future.then tell yourself :try again .i don't know the outcome is better or bad,but I know of the situation is shine your life.If we try our best ,you will feel happy。

This is the heart .What does the heart live?Is the brave man who don't afraid to hurt or flowers when he will death. Strong and weak , brave and softly , one can prove , it must not sole deserts. When you feel sad, your heart is pain , than you will cry.only different is whether someone see it or not.chose it or not, I prefer the former one , I always believe I am a world , my world when I feel hurt. To curve my broken heart until it reserve. Keep your heart clean,is a city that stay one man.simply and round.