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Prajna YouthSaturday 4 July 2009
Quarters of the day I sat near a window, the sun came through the railings exposure, reflected in the curtains, the flowery, such as leaves, movie related conditions. That was my favorite of the temperature, I enjoy fine, when I casually look at the window of North Korea, it was found that a few students,, a bottle base, wearing glasses like boys, loud cheers, as if shouting Come on! 112 days there, I must strive to further efforts, admitted to the University of XX, we must! 39
That followed, the
Boys and girls, there is no irony, no Department of child abuse, pointing not wanton only nod and smile and applaud loudly. Because he is not the ideal, but that groups of common ideals and dreams, they figure go away, and disappeared into the ivy in the shadow, as if the memory of Kai who is the beginning of the thin lips, involuntary physical and psychological Gone with the Wind back 3 years ago took me to see a mark left by that time. Yes, at that time, I am also a high-3, that the dream of a crossroads, we will be manipulated, although at that time we have
Very calm, but some wind,in the depths of our hearts.
Three, huh, huh, we all know, we 18-year-old, and adult. We all know that our youth to make a feast open struggle. We all know that the advent hermes pink bag of our sprint, and college entrance examination. At the time, I understand that, yes, I filled the drawer had not done the examination paper, only three days of life a day of final exams for fear of a quiz, on the road from school to school is still recited in the calculus reasoning I remember hermes kelly that night was New Yearthrough the busy streets, even look at the state hermes of mind of not, then my emotions along with the test results only on the down suddenly. But after 100 days after the difficult, even in the most important since the first days syncope too tight, the final results only on a secondary, but because it was my own, all-in Vocational Studies is a popular newspaper, The results can be imagined, I was down rinse. Afterwards, I despair, and rip off the curb, as if lost the light of youth, change, dark, three days after, I will be locked himself in a room for three days and nights, there is no grain of rice to eat, drink a drop of water, each Venus day and look forward to the Big Dipper, the North Korea off from Xi. I suddenly feel the dream of the stars even with the horizon, as it seems at your fingertips, it would seem that with me, it is very far away.
After three days, I realized everything, perhaps the only time I am optimistic enough to hold it down, since I failed, it afresh. Then for my parents found a private school far away from urban areas. But then the school a week ago that it can be said that my life as a day purgatory, and that black and white, regardless of the past few days I fell asleep, but as long as close their eyes, three days of learning the hard surface in front of all , as well as the imagination of students of the past when I heard the matter for regret and vanity, when relatives and friends of the mother asked where I was at the university the embarrassment of his mother, one of the tortured me, but in the end when I up only the night can not sleep alone, they are like a bubble, as if crushed disappeared, leaving only one I sigh for the month. But on arrival the night before the day of the tutorial school, I sleep very well surprisingly, moonlight night, I sneaked into the silence, the dust-laden nightmare of heart led to the wine.
The next day, I came to the outskirts of the school, the entire campusonly one of the old buildings,Tiger was tightly surrounded by layers, in the light of the setting sun, looked like the witch. Me and my father was taken to the 3rd floor with wooden planks in a hut separated into the yard, less than 10 square meters, two wire tightly next to bed, just waiting to be sweating profusely the whole body . I hesitated, then laid in bed for meand grandmother sewing a small quilt, slippers and wash out of clothing the whole time, and his father looked at me and done everything. I took mother to the size of tonic on the ground and sighed, when the air seems to solidification of the general, his father treng look out of my pocket the phone plug in my hand, saying that was also the confiscation of mobile phones, However, in order to contact you and facilitate home, you

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