I like the track-field. I like it very much.

I haven’t been to it in the morning. But I have seen what the track-field is like every day. The sun shines warmly above it. The field is exciting red. There are members of track and field team. Often they are in red. And loops after loops they will be running restlessly. Also Prof. Chen I can always spot. When he is play martial arts, he is very handsome. There were times I wanted to ask him to teach me the arts, however, lack of courage disabled me to do so.

But I like the track-field in the evening better. Though darkness, and even silence will fall upon it, which blind your eyes. You cannot see anything but at the same time you can see everything. No brilliant sunshine, but there are silver moonlight; no glorious red, but there are dim street lights; no birds singing, but winds whispering; no professional runners, but strollers walking and talking and laughing, and even crying. And of all the objects, the most clear things you can see is, your mind.

“妈妈，梁珊说你们在吵架，她说她好烦…” I have sent this message to Mama last night, after a chat with Ls through QQ.

Then she phoned me this morning. She explained what the reason of this quarrels. Her voice was broken in the mid time. She cried at the other end of the phone. Then, she wound off the conversation with “Don’t worry.”

“妈妈，辛苦你了…” I sent these words to Mama when we closed the conversation.

“宝贝，你不用担心 我们以前经济更困难的时候都过来了 何况现在供你们根本是没问题的。妈咪监督你老爸的钱其实是不想他每天抽那么多烟 好像他现在每天睡觉呼吸都会响 经常都吵得我睡不好还小事 而且他睡觉又喜欢关窗空气不好 加上他的烟酒味搞到我经常半夜起来喷哮喘药”

“妈妈，受不了的话就过客房或者我们房间睡，不要委屈自己。我会好好学习好好照顾自己的身体不让妈妈再担心的。”

But I heart throbbed with guilty when I said “I’ll take care of myself.” “You look haggard.” was the words Zhi Wei used when he saw me in dust. Yes, I haven’t felt well for days.

Hypoglycemia. My head will be dizzy and limbs numbs every time I wake up from the nap. I’ve tried to eat more though I have not the appetite. I’ve tried to drink more sugar water and eat chocolate and milk. But conditions doesn’t show signs of going well.

Over-tiredness. The developed habit always stops me sleeping for one more minute and I will wake up at very 6:30 around every morning. Take today for example. I had to wait for Clare, for she came back from Zhang Jiang and would arrive at about one o’clock. She has no place to sleep expect sleep with me. So I had to wait for her. Accordingly, I went to bed at 2:00 am, but still woke up at 6:48.

Papa and Mama love me so tenderly that I must understand them; health is important: the softness of track-field tells me.