Losing myself

Sometime when we do something that really means important to us, we will almost forget who we are, what are we doing, why this and that... Questions are no longer exist when we are in the process of achieving the full potential to accomplish it.

But however, we will face depressed and lost. By that moment, all the unnecessary questions flow in mind, persuading us to quit.

I dont know why and how, why am I doing these and how slow will that day really arrive...

However it takes my everything, Im just hoping it will come true.

One's life

The most precious and expensive thing which cant be afforded with how much money a person has, is life. Everyday there are lives come and go, everyday there are people around the world feeling extremely happy for their new born and badly for their loss of members.

How many times do people need to sacrifice a life to learn something. A surgeon, a policeman, a fireman, a person who can't able to grab still a life, watching them slowly going apart, forever.

People learn, every people will learn from every loss. But why don't people learn before each of the life goes and never come back. Why don't people be smart and some hilarious cases like people blame those who did something unacceptable but they will be forgiven after they die.

So this is how humanity should be? This is how people treat people? Is it?

I had been through when someone left from my life, that feeling was very suffering like someone stole a part from your heart, that moment when the person took his last breath, the second his eye stared at you with no responding, the time that everyone can't believe that was true.

Life is a miracle, every life changes others, at least follow someone's life even if he or she has gone.

This is life and don't miss it, don't ever regret it when it is too late to cry.

After All

Six years never review this blog, feel like remembering something in those years, those childhoods, those precious picture. Staring again to write on this blog because I am study in university now as a freshmen. And you will know that studying in university is like not everyone you can talk to, not everyone you can trust a lot. And this is giving a chance to relief when I feel hard. 

Review the last posts, I feel I have grown up and many things change much. It is not easy.

The second semester of my freshmen year, the first post of 2016, and I will write down every single piece of my up and down. Starts from now.  

背包

我今年18岁
刚从中学生涯踏出第一步
我奋斗了十几年
好久都没有为自己轻松了

就在假期里
我选择了法国一带
实现背包旅行计划

在办妥手头上的一切文件后
等待着飞机冲上云端的那一刻
心里在想
去到哪里除了做了当地搜索
会不会感到陌生
感到害怕

当飞机开始远离陆地时
那时已经太迟了
我应该抱着期待的心情呢
还是紧张的心情呢

飞机在几个小时的航行后
以顺利地抵达了目的地

我背着书包
跟着我已安排好的酒店休息
以让明天的行程更有精神

一早起床，准备就绪后
开始今天的第一站
背包旅行真开心
不需迁就其他人
自己走自己的

我有个平易近人的性格
性格开放，爽朗
看到谁在路边
就过去打个招呼

看见餐桌还有位
就坐了下来
不会感到陌生

看见有路人在拍照
向前也一起拍
总之不会害怕
不会感到尴尬

因为这样我失去了很多东西

当我走着走着
才发现到其实我的周围
没有一个朋友

我可以很容易地与别人相处
但是却没有以真心的朋友

原因只有一个
就是背包
背包不是什么衣服之类地
装着的而是书本和责任

真理

看见自己的亲人
做出一些犯法的事
你回去包庇他吗????


看见自己的妈妈
所做的一切不平等的事
你回去责怪自己的孩子吗????


我不信这世界上没有真理
所谓的真理是什么????


一个人在一天里
撒谎了一百次
事情就像真的一样


真理。。。


不就只是
人人互相被判


总是自己骗自己
世界在黑暗里
总会有一道不起眼的微光
照着“真理”。。。






****真理，是什么****

童年

刚看见一个小不点
手上拿着一支笔和一张纸
蹦蹦跳跳地跑向老师说
哇哇呀呀。。。
他才四岁
牙齿还没长齐
说话当然是口齿不灵


其实当你静静地观察
原来他是要表达他已经画了幅他自己
“非常美”的图


小孩子就是那么的天真无涯
小小事情就觉得很满足、很高兴
不必去要求完美
做每件事情都没有压力


怀念当初的自己
因为现在的我
已经不是我想要拥有的影子




****永远都快乐****

矛●盾

矛●盾

这两个字不都是名词吗？？？

怎么最终会变成

形容词呢？？？

现实生活也一样

两个人开开心心

不是很好吗？？

在一起的时候

就会出现矛盾

****突然很感触，不懂做麽****

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insomnia

last night 2 to 5am

i could not get to sleep

listening music

looking the sky

thinking something

...

thinking of you

how is it when you were gone

what will be changed

...

thinking all story starting with "if"

i know this will be happened soon

as soon as i'm still thinking with "if"

miss you

choices

if there is a choice to let you choose
for having a best friend with two different character
you will choose who
the one that always listen to your talking soul
or
the one that always scold you for fixing your mistake
...
conclusion is always let you disappointed

to all teammates

哇!!!!!好久没有出现华文字了
这次，心血来潮想打华语
其实是一个人.....
你们可以跟我现在做一件事吗
想一想
从初一的那一刻
第一次活动的那一天
你看到什么吗
想一想
初初进来时有多么的辛苦
是怎样克服困难
回顾一下
曾有过怎样的梦想
怎样的目标
我还记得活动的第二个礼拜
我非常不爽他
他的样子告诉我他很串
从不和其他人说半句话
日子久了
一起练习的日子也久了
开始对他改观
才知道其实他不是我想象中的那么串
而是他根本对这里的人一点也不熟
开始把他认定
是我们未来的领导者

初二
大家都在为演奏会拼命
一起努力的感觉
真的很不一样
一起比赛
一起表演了这么多场
大家一直都嘻嘻哈哈的
不时想下以前的回忆
说出来笑一下
表演后
回的路途中
不断的一起狂唱
一起闭目养神

初三
大家都需面对考试
大家也非常矛盾
到底该去那里好
读书还是练鼓
拼出来的成绩也没好到哪里去
大家都还在犹豫
考完大考后
又回到练鼓的时候了
重新开始
又为下个目标在拼
结果得了冠军
非常开心的是
我们从未得过冠军
这是第一次
不久悲剧又来了
本以为
我们未来领导者的他
已不再
和我们一起了
昨晚是我们和他的最后一场表演
大家非常舍不得
不断和他拍照留念

想不到原本还以为大家可以在鼓中一起成长
现在.....
大家如果可以的话
把握最后的一刻
我曾说过
珍惜所有周围的人
你不知道几时另一个他会走
在拿成绩的那一天
不管你和他熟不熟
和他握个手
抱的抱

我相信他也很不舍得你们






****to tc long****