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I catch a cold again.

Happiness is supposed to be one of the most important aims that we are encouraged

to gain. Most of the time of our lives consists of the effort to pursue happiness to

which we are entitled--at least,we think we are.

 After a  month's leave, I return to my rented house. Not much has changed except myself. Something has
 
gone in my innermost but I do not know what. Bad things and luck can really convert us----not to be

mechanistic---into believing what we disbelieved in former times.

 I am told to hold fast to life.  I know I shall be viewed as a hero if I do and make it, but the problem is that I
 
do not want to be a hero.  I cannot find any sense in making a big fortune. Just a common person and I

would  be satisfied. Whatever I might achieve, all will be lost when I stop to exist.

Autum is said to be the season of harvest, can any crop be more precious than the understanding of life? All

these unhappy days told me that it is not what I extract from life,but how I lead my life that matters.

It is starlting to me when I found a phonebook yesterday.Some telephone numbers still sound familiar to my ear,but the endevour to remember what their owners looked like failed me completely.

The weather is fairly well today.Unoccupied,I decide to pay a visit to the park not far away from my rented house.The spring is coming,and I can visulize the admirable green colour it will bring to the world.Wandering here and there,I see couples hugging and chatting.Some people seem to be happy while others put on a sad look.Each has their own thorns and sweets.

We all ,to some extent ,have too many wishes to filfull,despite the fact that success sometimes is beyond our reach.So we inevitablly feel down,regretting the false move we have taken.But I don't think it a good idea to place too much attention on success.The most valuable thing life has to offer us is to enjoy our life even if you have never succeeded.We are humans,not goods,and we cannot be measured by money.Without money life is sometimes hard but that does not mean you should put on an abject air.

We came to this planet not to suffer,but to enjoy.We are lucky in that we have been so far the only living things on the planet that can think. Like  animals,we may suffer a lot from hungry,horror and the like.But we can device to improve the living environment and adapt ourselves to it.

I never open my heart
To the knock at the door
Not knowing whomever it is
It sinks at every knock
Waiting for a comer
That will never appear

I know that time is precious and never come back if lost,but I cannot be tempered to indulge myself completely in my studies,which I think is just what I should do at present.Often I begin daydreaming when tired of hours' work. The shining sun outside looks so strange yet so familier,as if it is a long lost friend of mine.

Gradually I get bored with my job which offers me a salary by which I can barely make ends meet.Furthermore,we have nothing particular to do at the office.Watching two colleages' knittings and hearing them talking is all that I can do to kill my time.

Many of us live in two worlds--an idealized world and a real one.To tansfer successfully between the worlds needs great skill and intelligence.As for me,when I am at work or with people,I am usually very unconfoetable for I  cannot ge away  from my idealized world ,which is peaceful and  free from all the ugliness in the world. It is the refuge for me.Often at midninght I travel in it trying to console my heart.