This night I rode with a bicycle with my sister, and I wandered in the street. Looking at the people who came and see, they were so small, busy people shutdown on the lively street, and the leisurely people wandered around the West to walk through the noisy night market. The neon light is so beautiful in such a night, and it is also a kind of happiness, and a family will come out after the tea meal, pull the hand to walk in a familiar street, I have never feeling this kind of life, because my parents are very busy. After returning home is not lying down and watching TV is all busy. The darkness of the night is not exempted to bring a hint of sadness, think about this 18 years, what did I do? Everyday, play, entanglement in incomplete feelings, for me, everything is only a lesson of life. Someone asked me, do you understand? Maybe, maybe I don't understand, try to fight, feeling everything in my eyes, but the result can not help. Every time I pay is the most sincere time, but I didn't think there was anything. Every time I see the other person as a good person, is the most sincere friend, but what is behind the friendly eyes? Betten and harm, is friendship true? I used to feel that my feelings is in the world, I always think about it, but I get the corresponding pain. I didn't understand those people who wanted money, and now I look at my previous articles I feel very funny. 1 year difference, I changed, what did you change? I think it is just a mentality! I was awake, I was tired of the entanglement of feelings, afraid of those kind and changing harm, changed my thoughts. What is the first? struggle! It is truth now for me. For yourself, struggle can get your own ideals. There is a sentence: there is no best, it is only better. I hope that I will be better. I sadly thought I was confused in 18 years, but I was scarred; my sadness is really harmful to my sincerity; I am sad is no fantasy. I thank those who hurt me, because I am not sinking in the fantasy. Your call me Zhang Da, change the reality, not fantasy. Fortunately, this night, not only me alone, some sister accompany me, whenever we talk to the hours, it will laugh, the kind, cute ideas are my beautiful memories. I will never encounter some simple things in the future, and the beautiful childhood has become the power of struggle. In the laughter of my sister, I continued to drive forward and tried to ride forward. I am no longer sad, the strength is strong, I will no longer rely on others, I am my own relying on my own, but I have to do a woodpecker, because I want to fly free, go to find my dream. Very realistic dream ......... I have a friend to send me a word, as a summary of me! ~~~~~~~ The road is long and the road is long, I will go up and down.
- Woodpecker 23:39 2004-7-27
