wow

it is an extremely unpleasant day

but i do not want to talk about it anymore,

i am wild with rage ,

but i have to control myself ,

so just calm down smile

you will never be defeated by that bitch!!

well  ihad dinner with my colleagues tonight ,

i like my work in the art  dapartment of the student union of our faculty ,

not only because i like fine arts but also beacuse i like the people there,

my colleagues and my superiors .

they aos friendly and so kind ,

i hope that i can stay in this department in the future.

well ,

actually

i think people engaged in a relationship have alot of things to write about everyday,

while people who are not engaged in a relationship always have nothing to write ,

what i can write is only my daily life

so boring ,

but i decided to take part in activities to make my life more colorful during the weekends from next year ,

and what is more

\i made up my mind to take part in then out look english competition held by cctv.

i should take measures to combat boredom

actually i have started the fight this weekend.

i took part in the quality extension excersice yesterday ,

and i think it was fun

 at least much more intersting than staying in  dorm and surfing the internet .

i am quite fond of poems recently

but actually i am always fond of poems

both eastern and weatern

but i really don;t like the way  in which our teachers deal with poems

i think a poem is for every one to enjoy but not for everyone to analyse

all a teacher need to do is to give us some background information ,and i think that is enough

every one has theri own opinion about a poem

the teacher can express his or her own opinions freely ,

hut he or she can not stop us  from having our own opinions.

besides they can not give os low score just because our opinions are not hre same as that on the books.

few days ago ,

i came across  a poem written for pricess diana

and i think it is really beautiful

and here it is

candle in the wind.

good bye england rose ,

may you ever grow in our hear,

you are the grace that place itself  where the life is torn apart.

you call outthe country and whisper to those in need ,

it seems to me that you lived your life like a candle in the wind,

never fading with sunset when the rain set in .

your footsteps will always fall  here

along with england's greenest hills

your candle's burned out long before you legend will

loveliness we lost , those empty days without your smile

the torch we will carry for our nation's golden child

even though we tried

but the truth brings us to tears

all words cannot express the joy you brought us throught hte years

good by england rose from a country lost without your soul

who'll miss the wing of your compassion more thatn you 'll ever know

how i wish one day i could write a poem as beautiful as this .

i trie to write my articles in lone and difficult sentences but i failed ,

i think maybe i need a topic .

without a topic ,or we may say main idea

there is no good essays ,