Beijing was attacked by a heavy rain last night. I was struggling in the heavy rain last night.
I haven't experienced such an experience for a long time since I entred the university. On the way back to my dormitory, I thought a lot. Maybe that is life: you have to work for dear life in order to survive in this society; you have to devote yourself to a meaningless position so as to make a living. I don't how many people there are sunk by the heavy rain last night, to be the lucky one, I was among them because of my destiny instead of livelihood.
The rain seemed to surge from all distances pouring into my eyes, my nose, and my mouth. When I was in the rain, I remembered my dream: to be a special but popular lady. I always say that why the dream is dream is because it is really hard to become true. However, at that time, when I was almost swallowed by the heavy rain, I realized suddenly that the gloomy actually is as insignificant as what you boast. That's because life is what you do not what you say (quoted from Sweetbox's Life Is Cool). Therefore, I have decided that from now on, I won't make any promises. If there is a chance what I prefer to do will be to catch it not to tell people I want it; if there is a failure what I prepare to do will be to choke the following similar mistakes not to complain to the others about the unreal hypothesis; if there is a lucky success what I must do will be to seek ahead for the next one not to brag about yesterday's glory.
The reason for all of these is because life itself is a continuous process, like a river, so the best way for us to enjoy life is to throw ourselves into the running river instead of staying at a port.
Several days ago, I downloaded and installed this new product of MSN named Windows Live-- I like to try new things, but to be honest I'm not so satisfied with this one. The colour of the background looks a bit strange as well as the pattern. What is your opinion? Mine? At least I'm still not used to these changes.
OK, no matter how great the space changes, it shouldn't influence my mood.
I have taught the Korean uncle--Mr. Cui Chinese for almost a month. Actually the job is not so easy as it sounds. However, the process is very pleasant. Mr. Cui is an earnest person, and eager to learn Chinese, so he always co-operates with me as much as possible. The only problem is that what he knows now are too little for him to express his thoughts clearly. But I should say compared with the first week, he has made great progresses these days.Occasionally he speaks out a long paragraph in Chinese, although there are some order mistakes, in my opinion, that is very surprising! Mr. Cui is a very lovely person--maybe this adjective isn't suitable to an adult, but I cannot find another word more suitable to him. When he can't answer my question--in most situation he knows the meaning but can't express it in Chinese--he usually appears like a child, for example, scratching his head, scrubbing sweat with his cloth and so on. Every time I see him appearing like this, I can't help missing my father--another lovely 'old man'.
Besides Mr. Cui, I am also teaching another Korean girl named Lisa English. She is 16-year-old, active and happy girl. I think her father is quite busy, because I haven't met her father since our first lesson. I guess he must be a very strict father, because he has oranged three tutors for this little girl in a 10-day holiday.Too horrible! Fortunately, Lisa's personal temperament is very good. In our lesson, she always appears actively and tries her best to co-operate with me. This week will be the last one for us to learn English together, and then she will go back to Korean. I'm sure I will miss her. Because of the little girl I aware of there are still a lot of interesting things in this world waiting for me to discover them and decorating my life.
Thanks to this summer holiday! Although the weather in Beijing is vile enough to distroy my life, yet, those colorful and wonderful experiences make it be reborn. So I should say thank you to Mr.Cui and Lisa.
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On the way back to my dormitory, I thought a lot. Maybe that is life: you have to work for dear life in order to survive in this society; you have to devote yourself to a meaningless position so as to make a living. I don't how many people there are sunk by the heavy rain last night, to be the lucky one, I was among them because of my destiny instead of livelihood.
I always say that why the dream is dream is because it is really hard to become true. 
However, at that time, when I was almost swallowed by the heavy rain, I realized suddenly that the gloomy actually is as insignificant as what you boast. 
That's because life is what you do not what you say (quoted from Sweetbox's Life Is Cool
). Therefore, I have decided that from now on, I won't make any promises. 
If there is a chance what I prefer to do will be to catch it not to tell people I want it; if there is a failure what I prepare to do will be to choke the following similar mistakes not to complain to the others about the unreal hypothesis; if there is a lucky success what I must do will be to seek ahead for the next one not to brag about yesterday's glory. 
The colour of the background looks a bit strange as well as the pattern. What is your opinion? Mine? At least I'm still not used to these changes.
Actually the job is not so easy as it sounds. However, the process is very pleasant.
Mr. Cui is an earnest person, and eager to learn Chinese, 
Mr. Cui is a very lovely person--maybe this adjective isn't suitable to an adult, but I cannot find another word more suitable to him. 
When he can't answer my question--in most situation he knows the meaning but can't express it in Chinese--he usually appears like a child, for example, scratching his head, scrubbing sweat with his cloth and so on. Every time I see him appearing like this, I can't help missing my father
--another lovely 'old man'.
Too horrible! Fortunately, Lisa's personal temperament is very good. 
In our lesson, she always appears actively and tries her best to co-operate with me. This week will be the last one for us to learn English together, and then she will go back to Korean. I'm sure I will miss her. 
