The shadow has gone away,with several fragments of paper gone with the wind.The old woman disappeared with her shabby sack while a blue BUICK  coming.
   I lost  myself just as a moment six  years ago, by my way home, an old man  was selecting some rubbish in a trashcan,at the same time a youth coming with a half-bag of steaming-bread throwing into the trashcan and going away as if the old man never existed. How exciting the old man was while the steaming-bread rolling out from the bag.when few steps I went away,I backed my head for watching the old man ,I was aghasted that a steaming-bread made "a traffic jam" on the road from the mouth to the stomach.
   Life is tough and unequal to many people, we hope that everyone has a good life, no one feel embarrassing for poverty ,no child lost school, all people share the wealth together,we dream a society like paradise,factually, dream is a dream still,many peoplp are struggling with life for a piece of bread, their poverty leads to their children going away from being educated,their poverty cycling from the generation to the next,which would bring many society problems,so,poverty problem is not only the poor's living problem,but also everyone have a responsiblity for solving the most difficult problem , we should not descriminate on people who live in nast house,we should concern the origin and do what we can do to help the poverty who are industrial.
   Six years slided away, such painful feeling emerging from somewhere unacquaint and bothering me again.
   Now,I just hope that  someone in a threadbare rags and her or his pitiful dress would not follow with a luxury car once again.

 

   I am sorry,my friends

  When you passing,I pretend not focus on you

   because I am in imagining,I was crying in my deep

   If you left me to be lonely I wanna be guilty

   But my friends, you should comprehend my mind

   I was in bothering for every trifles

  You know that just like me

   I tried to evade the virtual

   there is no annoyance about you

  I am sorry,my beloved

  I disguise not care you

  Because I love you more than I can say

  Your vivid shadow still in my dream

  Though you had gone away

   Though you never concerned with me

   If you wanna cry oneday,please cry on my shoulder

   I am sorry ,my stranger

   I assumed not look at you

   You should know I had watched your beauty and appeal

   It just because I have fallen for a girl

   Though that is just myself-admiration

   I just wanna protect my loyal soul

   I hatred being a goody-goody

  Time goes by

  Oneday,while you back

  There is nothing left for you my beloved

   Maybe you will find the scenery still

   Maybe you will find the place where we had a blind date 

   Maybe you can not help crying,and you want cry on my shoulder onceagain

    I am sorry ,my beloved

   For I gonna  be a solitary long long ago

   For I having done my effort to forget you and that became truth

  For our story only being remembered by the past days

  For my heart was died

   I am sorry,all my friends

   Pardon me

   All are pretenses

             

NEWS ABOUT IT
 Tomorrow is the 105th anniversary of Guizhou university,and today,though it is near the middle autumn,as if the spring come early, fresh flowers were set in every spaces and big red balloons were going with the breeze,the sculpture of chairman Mao was decorated beautifully, faces with smiling as they had their springfestival.

    who is the idle man , many people passed our side everyday, some went slowly and some did hurrily as to estinguish the  house fire,ofcourse ,we should't judge a man by their looking,but,truely,someone existed in the world,they appreciate living without hard work, they dream wonderful diet, they go to bed lately untill  nothing  interested them at midnight,for the wine bar closing, nowhere could the go,though the night sight is  beautiful, and the solituid dreamed by many elegant people.They go to bed, and  then they have a sweet sleep, the next morning,while the sun raising from the east, the bird singing in the branch of the tree near the house,and the fog around the house, what a fantastic scenery is! but the host of the house never watched it, because when he waking, yawning, and having his delicious food, it was noon, nothing left for him,the birds neve sung and the fog disappeared, maybe he has no interesting in the scenery, he only appreciated such a life that he can sleep well and wake naturally,yawn comfortably, he get up and move just in order to sleep well again at the next night.Yeah! the man is living his life too!

                             Memory of the days 
 Bandari's melody is playing,the phone calling,I turned down the micro player ,answering,surprised at me,that is Jan's voice,then the crippler's voice turned up automatically.
 It was three years ago ,I lost myself as I failed at the colleges examination in  2004,future was dull.lying on the bed silently,I felt solitary and helpless.no one to talk with but my parent's mercy. whether was in gentle rain.though I did not want to chat with anyone at that time, considering with good manners , I channeled him into my bedroom ,then I asked his mark ,badly,his fate as worse as mine, but there was no sorrow emerging from his face, smiling, he introduced his next proposal ,he would join the re-reader's class ,while he asked my next plan,I just put myself in hesitation ,"I don't know."then both we sink into silence, out of my thinking ,he invited me to his family,I accepted immediately as prisoner would be set free from the jail.
 After we had lunch at my home ,we started off.then , maybe I had my first time to drop on my classmate's family,and I had my first romantic trip.
 His house is at the foot of a mountain with thick pines ,we climbed the mountain though the air was moist,hardly an hour later, we came to the top ,then Jan taken out his micro player ,passed to me,then I turned it on ,I was falling into the perfect melody,maybe the beautiful scenery of the mountain,fog went with the little wind ,sparrows flirted and the branches filled any hollow in the strong pines. Vigorous body and fantastic world.in that moment,I had already forgotten all pain , the melody brought me to the paradise that many people looking forward. "what's the melody?"I asked carelessly."<The endless horizon>,composed by Bandari ." he responded.
 I backed home the next day, and I decided to participate in re-reader's class with Jan. Being confused,I decided to buy a micro player and Bandari's collection , particularly , <The endless horizon> must belong to me. Time and tidy wait for no man ,after the college exemination, Jan received a note to enter Hei longjiang university, and I enter the Gui zhou university.We had the last appointment befor he went to Hei longjiang and then we lost touch.
 Time goes by,Bandara's <The endless horizon> acompanyed with me three years. Now, Jan's voice eases me again. Wish our friendship long live!