Just as Confucius said “life is but bustling water flowing east”, no body can slow the pace of alternating day and night. Predictable as it is, dusk falls again blurring from view distant hills and nearby waters, and everything, except the flickering lamp, is gradually dissolved into the shadows. Sitting lonely in front of computer, I find the keys-typing sound is amplified by the serenity, because the noise of traffic finally dies away and tranquility comes to exist again. However the environmental silence can hardly do any help in soothing my torturing mind, because there are too many problems waiting me to solve, numerous things I would dwell on, a burst of responsibilities I should assume, and too many red herrings sidetrack my attention. Exhaustion, mental fatigue and collapse are approaching me and I have no idea how to get rid of them and how to manumit my mind from those tangles. “Where is my refuge?” I asked myself. I have tried to look for it in the pot of wine, but I failed. Blind drunk, though ease my mind for a while, is but blip. I still have the knot in the pit of my stomach, and I hope God would send me his angels to salvage me.