The time of August just slipper away from my finger tips. I cannot find any inspirations for writing, words seem pale and lack of life. This world is really queer, when I offer help for others without any hesitations, but they turns my kindness with ingratitude. At last I just smile with sigh, and face the results , deal with them by myself. Sometimes if we mercy for others means we cruel for ourselves. I really feel puzzles if I treat others in a indifference way that I can feel peace. I fully understand that something which already happened is no more than a dust in our life, but fall into our eyes. It really cover the road of our heading. One of my friends said: ”Let’s bygones bygone, we should look up our future. ” So, I tried many ways to make myself relax, but it is really hard to make that goal for I have accumulated too much feelings.

     The hesitations in night dreams and the few words in my mind composed some loneliness. I , myself, look at sky numbly. Some sorrows begin bouncing in my heart. When youth begin pass away, everything seems empty at last. The corner of this city is waken up by the sorrows, suddenly, I feel a little bit tired and want to have a good rest.

     Though the autumn has already begin, it is still very hot. When I sit in the room without doing anything, I begin to sweat. I am thinking: when we are about to do something, the things that we want to do already come into an end. The light in the room make my loneliness shadow long, I feel really a little bit upset. Someone say :”When we feel upset, we should do something which can offer us happiness.” Sadly, I haven’t got anything like that, I would rather stay there doing nothing. Let my moods calm down by themselves.

     I really don’t know what I am writing, but I know one thing for sure, sometimes we should release our moods in order that we may return back our normal state. Then we continue our journey of life.