I can't even say a word. I know that it is. The feeling is emerging again when the music is on, and I can't stop retouching my inner soul.

People all says that you are excellent in work, passionate in life, and will not halt after decided to do something. Yes, that's me. When everyone is enjoying the Spring Festival, I am still in the study hall with a empty classroom, a about 50-seats classroom. The weather outside is sullen and gray. People are walking fast at the streets, swirling leaves up and down. Suddenly, I feel alone.

Am I doing the right thing? Does it deserved to study so hard for that? Does it really make any sense? At almost all times, I can encourage myself and move on. But at few times, I need to get some fuel to run my ever-running train.

The biggest opponent against you is yourself.

Tomorrow, I will move on. I know that I am approaching the end of the competition, so I won't give it up now. I chose a way of all my own willingness, so it's all up to me.

Now I'm better now.