Tears and smile

Now, tears are falling on my face, for what? i have no answer. Maybe i am moved by the writing , the passionate expression which is alos the reflection of what i am thinking. each one has a secret corner in his heart which stores his happiness and sadness, his longing and lingering, and in which he is given the right to cry , to shed his tears, to vent his fellings. The corner is a shelter from exposure.

At the same time, smile is concealed in my heart, for my aunt , my two sisters all sent message to me in the one day. They are both not good at sent message, however , their greetings warm my heart in the cold day, in the distant place. In the afternoon, i had a dream , a sweet and beautiful dream in which i met my missing friends and talked happily together. As a matter fact, i am really, actually miss them, especially somebody. Maybe, the dream is the reflection of what i am thinking about. But it is a little bitter, as i only see them in dream, a untruly dream.Why people can nptdo what they like to do, why people cannot own what they like.

These days, i read Yu Qiuyu's prose, from which i get to know only experience can produce a perfect writing, only observation and thinking can polish a writing. No experience, no past,  that is no writing.