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September the Foolish Should not Grieve.|
September is the time for children to go to school, but I have not been to school for so many years. On the way to my work, seeing some childish little boys and girls running to the direction of school with their genearches following. The bright triangle, clean school uniform against their naïve smiling face. Though, the sight is so far from me just like one century or longer.
Liu Xiang got the champion in Osaka, which means his recognized by the world one more time and the ferly re-comes again. Who can create this kind of ferly, it is Liu Xiang. I saw the segment that he running to the victory line again and again agitate, I watched the record of his experience carefully. Every champion has lots of hardships on the way to their success, but Liu Xiang can get through the hard life optimistically and enjoy all the troubles and dangers. On our way, who can face all the conditions success or failures chicly, all which we experience can bring us so many thoughts.
I stayed at home for the whole day, rambled another weekend day outside. In the afternoon I was called to play badminton peremptorily. In the lift there were crowded people, genearches and their children looked up the signal lamps. Life stopped, ballet; Life stopped, chese; Life stopped, kickboxing… I stood in the corner, seeing the people in and out. The 20F, bright and large place, active and sporting people. When the sweat pouring I hope all the unhappiness fly away. Even I ran and jumped with the naked feet, which was so stimulate.
"Reversible Glue ", which is full of various faces, I’m the audience, I’ll have this kind of life, maybe I’ll bore of the trifling, maybe i’ll not back home, maybe I think the warm is out of the family. There is something that we can do nothing to help, there is some feeling that we can not avoid.
My friend lived my home hastily at 5:00 am left me some guilt. Though there was no chat through the whole night, maybe we both understand so much for we experience some things. Say or not does no matter, I cry with tears bestrewing on my face helpless, though you show the blandness. The hear is belongs to everyone, it’s decided by ourselves.
I want to escape from the place, which gives me so many heart-struck memories. It’s hard to walk, come again, clear up my memories again and again.
Who knows, ten years are only instantaneous, which is blank to me. I taste nothing with my puerile heart. Whether is itch or pain, the foolish should not grieve.