f time, the same routine day, clear desk, turn off computer, wave to colleagues, and step out the office at the same time.
3.\tThe cold wind reminds me of the arrival of winter. The dimness reminds me of the arrival of night. From dawn to dusk, a day pasted again. Walked into subway station, I am waiting for the same subway; the compartment is as crowd as usual. Noises rise here and subside there. Plugging on the earphone, the same song with same rhythms lingers in my ear and my mind. Looking around, everything is the same, a surge of loneness springs. Something is chocked.
4.\tCountless days past, I questioned myself again and again. Plunged into the hustle and bustle city life, what on earth I have got, what on earth I have lost. Maybe the decision to make a clear an analysis is wrong. One of my friends once told me that we would encounter a dilemma or somehow it was a lowest point of one’s life after our graduation. Maybe it is the period that she referred. Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death. It’s true, I am at a loss. There is a saying “There is no grief as great as that for a dead heart”, if my heart is dead, what else can be traced on me except endless grievance.
5.\tStep out the subway with a deep sigh, life make me confused, I talk to myself. Back to my apartment, put the bag down, start the computer, and let the music floods in my space. The old album with dust come into my sight, how long I have been put it aside? Sitting on the bed, I wipe the dust off, and open the album. Young faces with smiles come into my sight at first glance. It’s my roommates in the university. It must be taken as we were freshman, for we were so young and na?ve. Dated back to childhood, I am happy princess of my family, know nothing about life, good scores, beautiful clothes, with peers surrounding. Days pasted without any worries. Until to the middle school day, I started to learn that study is the only thing I have to do, but I