Tomorrow is children’s day. However, I am no longer a child. Since I was away from my parents, since I made living all by myself, I have been more and more like a man. Meanwhile, I deeply felt that I lost so many things. My dream, my passion, little by little did they fade away, and in stead came to me the reality and responsibility.

I felt as if I was an orphan, forsaken not by my parents, but by myself.

Every time I looked into your eyes, I saw your tears rolling down. I tried to tell the one in mirror “don’t cry.” I say, I shout, I scream, I yell. But I could not hear. Sometimes, we were so helpless when we face ourselves.

Loneliness was a flower. It had beautiful face, but withered in heart.

I sometimes doubted if I were living in a castle. It was windy inside with a frozen fireplace. I was so busy that I never remember to light it up. Once I did, I noticed that age was soundlessly sneaking up on me. The castle I lived was named memory.

Together we experienced our happiness; together we shared our pains. Surprisingly many years passed, you were still there waiting for me. For a reason I now understood that forever love carved in everyone’s heart.

A bright sunlight shining down, cast on a field of flowers.

We were growing.

假期真好，和老婆去了趟杨柳青，参观了石家大院。“好玩啊！”两个小时就回来了。下午还好，见了很多高中同学，一起k歌，吃饭，打羽毛球！真希望天天都是五一节，天天开party！

专四终于考完啦，感觉糊里糊涂的，记不得自己在试卷上写下了什么，哎呀，听天由命了！

现在就是放松，放松，再放松。痛痛快快的玩一场，虽然之前也玩了，没怎么学习，不过那种快乐是在多么大的压力之上啊！

呵呵，期待着五一，可以回家，可以见到爱人。要和老婆一起旅游了！哦耶！

喜欢和小孩子在一起的时光，喜欢看他们天真的笑容。

小时候，真的梦想着能成为老师呢！那时候，梦想好像天上的星星，是那么遥不可及。可是现在，就是在自己打上这些文字的时候，还不能相信，我真的成了一名老师了。有些自豪，但更多的还是压力。

忘不了可爱的edwen，胖胖的大圆脸，一下课就和david在一起打闹。每次被我叫到办公室之后都装出一幅乖乖的样子。呵呵，说教了一通之后呢，又跑出去闹了。

虽然已经不教edwen了，但还常常会想起他们。而现在面对的又是一批批新的孩子。真的希望他们都能健康的成长，永远都快快乐乐的~~

来北京上学已经两年了，发生了不少事。

有些疼痛还很清晰。都说往事如烟~~可是，每当我静下心来想想过去，便不禁悲从中来。那些沉淀了的爱情如同铺了厚厚灰尘一样，恍惚中还可以看见流出来的鲜血。

我想一定很痛，一定的，但好像被打了麻药一样，眼睁睁的看着那些陈年的碎片扎在自己身上，却毫无感觉。

好久没有感动了，好久没有像孩子一样的哭得泪流满面了。突然很想看一部电影，讲述离别，死亡还有爱情。

想念。想念父母，想念朋友，想念爱人，想念家。想念那些过往的云烟，想念陈年，旧事。也许他们也同样在想念着我，那些人们，那些故事。

在校园里漫步，走在月下，树下，灯下。夜色憔悴，可以什么都想，可以什么都不想。没有了学习的压力，没有了工作的压力。有的只是那一片暗蓝色，那一轮光晕，还有千里之外一个小小的我。

第一次写这个东西，开始在键盘上敲字的时候，真觉得有些陌生。是啊，好久没踏下心来，写写自己心里的话了。所以看起来话也不成话了吧。也许~~

一直以来，写文章都是在找词，总想找一个合适的贴切的词，但每次都是和想法差得更远更远了。所以每次写出来的都是朦胧的东西，写的是种感受吧。

一个人在陌生城市的感觉，十二楼飘来粉色的烟的味道，抬头看天，看星星，看远处的楼，还有无数的灯光……却怎么看不到自己