With no reason, suddenly something brings me back to the junior school time. Still remember the first time learning English, It's quite funny, I didn't notice that our chinese
phoneticize signal was basically from English letter. Originally I thought that what we call "Pinyin"is our native words. I innocently thought that it was European guys quoting our innovation. It's quite confusing me at that time, using a traditional chinese old item" I just like a frog seeing the world under a narrow and deep well". But this is me, a guy start learning English with no any sense in mind! But recalling back to that time, I still remember a song which taught by our kindly teacher and it is also the first intact I learned--- "When the sun goes down". The picture of my exciting and curious expression when I sing this song is so clearly and truthly showing in front of my eyes! It seems the picture is so close to me that I even can touch them and feeling the heart's beating!
Frankly speaking, How many of us had lost this passion when we learn something? Nowadays, The happy time seems like a luxurious thing which we can never reach! As we grow up, too many things trap us and make us depress!
So missing the days with no worry, no cry, no sarrow! Can't we grow up? I know it's impossible, but can't we have less depress, less worry, less sorrow? Can't we live in more simple, more smile, more harmony?
"When the sun goes down, when the moon goes up", What we can do? Sleepless? God! I don't like it at all, please give the happy times back to me!! Please, please, please!!