寒霰冰晶

The dialectic?

So great is our passion for reckoning on the experience that we ever have, that we are becoming increasingly less dependent on other friends’ persuasion. No one is willing to plead ignorance of himself despite his admitting of the well-known saying—others have a better understanding of the one immersed. Armed with countless opinions being integrated, the honorable man embarks on the new approach towards “the bright future”.

The olds tend to believe that their life skills are infinitely resourceful and adequate, enough to cope the simple games designed by the youth. When some man fails in the career, some girl marries the improper guy, some child is beaten by his adults, elders automatically assume that they will somehow put things right. The terrible thing about the taken-for-grant mind is that sometimes grandpas and grandmas live under the delusion that they can apprehend even when they have been repeatedly proved wrong which goes to extremes in such a the case that a seventy years old grandma was hoodwinked by a teenager on some trifles. It is a question of pride as much as anything else.

Not only are the dim-sighted aged people with poor ears easily to be fraud by the misled appearance, but also the long-time educated intellectuals such as the college students are somewhat deaf or blind towards some obvious things, we always wait and wait for the best chance to take the decisive step for our aim, but the opportunity sheltered in the actual state is so rare that could be said as one in a thousand. Am I to say that the kids have far more sense than the adults? Maybe. Are they closer to the god? Somewhat, for they have a good direct insight facing the strange things. Reluctantly, I have to say that the intuition is more reliable secretly than the rational analysis under many concreted situations.

Several days ago, there was a brief discussion in our dormitory before sleeping.

That is a discussion about our ideal in the future

Ljk said that he would like to devote himself to XiJi for education， that's a Journey to the West

XiaoLuan was aimed at acquiring a master degree, and then becoming a professor in University.

Ybyt wanted to continue his school life in Fudan, after that, he will  try to make his career in Shanghai.

Maybe my answer was not specific, I have no concrete plans about my profession until now, yearning towards the living of Graduate Students, at last, I expressed that I hoped that a place where the stars could be seen might accomodate me.

They all thought that my design of the future was romantic, really? Maybe that's idealism...

An essay and poem

the sun sank when rising

the kids became old at their early age

the flower withered when it was still in flower bud

the story met its end when not begun

Her first appearance that held his appeal was not attractive but a sense of superiority, however, during the course of coordination, just like the famous saying——action speaks louder than words, he behaved as a considerate student, and actually he was always ready to help others, which made a deep impression on her mind, later, maybe a little earlier, she understood the meaning of the co-working, and took harmonious step to correspond, the feelings went its on...Therefore, by the end of the semester, the situation attained its peak, somebody might be misled by the dense romantic fog, and with the fantasy that in future when they were apart by the situation of jobs or careers they could still successfully reunite and begin their story formally,  but eventually it hadn't become true, instead, a delusion indeed.

New term uncoverd its veil towards the students, and the fact was clear, the story met its end. She misconceived the superficial conditions and turned her eyesight to another boy who she was eager for, maybe he was the apple of her eye, or the prince in her dream from the very beginning. Her sweet smile faded, replaced by the notable change of her ever naturally born hairstyle that radiated intelligence vividly. His dreaming girl completed dispeared, who was elegant, graceful, gorgeous, lovely...

In a reluctant word, the story met its end when not begun