Direktlänk till inlägg 8 oktober 2014
While I was just a little kid, while I face some problems I would just cry and ask my parents for the help. As the time flies , I am grown uo and then I have found the tears are not useful any more. You face some people bully on you, you cry they would bully harder. While you have some trouble, the tears are one kind waste of the time. So after realizing that I haven't cried any more for a long time. Because I think the tears are just nothing and never help.
I remember there is one time, I am carrying one very heavy bag. And my house rent is on the 8th floor and do not have a elevator. I was just too tired indeed after a long walk from the market. And standing at the bottom floor of the building. How I wish there is anyone can help me. But in this strange city there is no one to help you. And you have grab you bag tight and then walk through the high floors no matter how tired you are.But also at that time I can feel the tears in my eyes. It never fall because I swap it away before it falls.
Living in this city it is truly hard. You have to fight for a living. And you have to stand the lonely life. Thousands miles away from the hometown. And you can not find anyone to talk. And tears means noting for you. You have to become as hard as a stone. This is the life. Tears are nothing.
The summer is still warming up the temperature. After the ice cream and wonderful beach life. When the weather get hotter. We are willing to stay in the house and enjoy the air machine at home. However sometimes we have to get out for working and sho...
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