Today, a year ago, i suffered a micro-surgery. It was doomed to be a sleepless night.

    Ironically, the phyical recovery is much faster than the spiritual one.

    The whole year I through the ceaseless hoping, affliciting missing, vicious jealousy and speechless distress, at last being the silent deposit rooting in my heart.

    It scared my soul and tranfered me knowing something uncontrollable, if you ask me giving you one more time, will you sink into the same swamp?Honestly, I do not know.

    I also thanks that experience which forces me to grow up and up in facing the world.

    At last, thanks for giving me the windy joy as my conclusion.