I like the Saturday nightfall for I can get everything out of my mind.But I also don't like the Saturday nightfall at all for I will feel so longly when I recall something. 

At the time I take my phone,I just read his number in my hart but I am not bravery enough to call him. I don't know what part I take in his mind: just an ordinary classmate or a friend.For several times I want to ask him about it,but for never.Now I am just waiting.Waiting the mmoment he feels I am at his side.

Maybe I will wait nothing but in my mind my deed is worth. Years later when we are all old,I will tell him about this,maybe it has little worth,but in mind it is the most costfull thing in my all life.That's enough.

The soft rain is on,just like the blue music flying my eras.In the rain I ,only one shadow is walking on the campus.At that time ,everything of that time comes into my hart.In the spring, we were always gong out to look for the green grass or flying the kite.When the kite was flying ,I felt that my hart had already gone with it.

  But today,thre is only one shadow in the rain.The rai has been on my face.