Future( my friend) goes back his hometown ( ShanDong Province)this afternoon. I feel sad much.

We met the first time in Aug 2006, and he is older than i. so that i called him old brother. Of course, he looked after me carefully anytime. At frist, he worked in NanShan District and i was in Bao'an District. Last Augest i worked in NanShan,too. So i often played with him and YangHong together in Lixiang Park. It's a large and green park...i like there much.  

When i was unhappy, i would think of him to dinner, everytime he was within call.

When I want to go to library, everytime he was within call.

When I moved my house, everytime he was within call and help me .

When I didn't find my examination room, everytime he should lead me to visit or tell me by which bus and stop at which station.

......

He is a kind person for me, he is simple and lovely. Sometimes i prefer him to my old brother-in-law.

Today you will leave us, you will go back your parents, perhaps we have none chance to meet this life. Wish you good luck in the future!But we should keep in touch forever. You said you want to join my wedding one day...

Oh, goodbye, my dear brother! I will miss you! Take good care of yourself and give my best wishes to your family!

Last examinations was finished during 19th~ 20th April, i give it up.

BUT,

I'm back self-study "Army" now and entered myself for examination(3 courses) today. I will take exam this July.

I will make use of reading," good good study, day day up!"

A Girl Just Like Mother

No matter which girl he brought home， the young man found disapproval from his mother． A friend gave him advice．

“Find a girl just like your mother—then she's bound to like her．

So the young man searched and searched， and finally found the girl．He told his friendly adviser：

“Just like you said， I found a girl who looked，talked，dressed， and even cooked like mother．And just as you said，mother liked her”

“So，”asked the friend，“what happened？”

“Nothing，”said the young man．“My father hates her！”

What Is a Traitor？

Young hopeful：“Father，what is a traitor in politics？”

Father（a veteran politician）：“A traitor is a man who leaves our party and goes over to the other one．”

Young hopeful：“Well then，what is a man who leaves his party and comes over to yours？”

Father：“A convert，my son．”

Stray Thoughts Of an Idler

He who sleeps catches no fish，—but he who keeps awake catches crabs every moment of his life．

All professions can yield a man enough to live on，—except professions of faith．

When attending the performance of some modern operas，it has struck me that the conductor was only beating time because he could not beat the composer．

If in the sight of the law all men are equal， Heaven save us from getting into its sight．

When you want to get rid of a dog， you take off his collar；—when the king wants to get rid of a minister， he give shim the collar—of the Order of the Annunziata．

The place where they ruin people's voices， and throw aside all the canons of art，is called the Conservatoire；and a hospital full of sick peopk is called a“house of health”（Casadi Salute）．

Among the many motives which induce me to stay away from the theatre is the utter absence of all motive in modernoperas．

How many old phrases are required to make a new electoral programme！

All musical notes may express cheerful ideas； it is only thenotes of creditors which arouse none but melancholy reflections．

I entered the shop of a pork butcher at the moment when his son， aged eight， was returning from school． The poor boy was weeping bitterly．

“The old story！”exclaimed his parent ；“I suppose you did not learn your lessons， and the master called you an ass， as you deserved！”

“Yes！” replied the child， sobbing，“he did call me an ass，—and then—”

“Well，—and then —what else？”

“He said，‘well， after all， it is no wonder—like father，like son！’”

“Did he，indeed？the animal！”exclaimed the porkbutcher．“And to think that perhaps he has not yet eaten the whole of those two sausages I sent him at Christmas！”

A Useful Lesson

In England nobody under the age of eighteen is allowed to drink in a public bar．

Mr． Thompson used to go to a bar near his house quite often，but he never took his son，Tom，because he was too young． Then when Tom had his eighteenth birthday， Mr．Thompson took him to his usual bar for the first time．They drank for half an hour， and then Mr．Thompson said to his son，“Now， Tom，I want to teach you a useful lesson．You must always be careful not to drink too much． And how do you know when you've had enough？ Well， I'll tell you．Do you see those two lights at the end of the bar？ When they seem to have become four，you've had enough and should go home．”

“But， Dad，” said Tom，“I can only see one light at the end of the bar．”