"There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life ,more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth .From the moment it leaves the nest ,it seaches for a thorn tree. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest ,sharpest spine.and dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song ,existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain, or so says the legend."

When I first read the passage, I was in college without any idea of so called pain or sorrow or what else, except legend. Just like romance, every girl has a dream of legend full of adventure or white horse or prince. I treasure all the dreams, sharing them with my best friends. I said I would like to be one of these heros or herorins. In order to realize it, I worked very hard to learn all kinds of staff. Now when I look back to those days I was learning Japanese by myself, I could hardly imagine how I went through. All the walls, beds, desks are pasted of the paper on which I took notes. Every day before I went to bed, I always read all the paper carefully to memorize the key points. Yes, when you see the glory of a person's achievement, did you ever think of the pain he has paid? You only see his smile or pride, but do you know what made him so proud of himself? That is a problem almost all the human beings have.

Like a thorn bird, I chase after pure relationship, regardless of friendship, love etc. For so many years, I could still think of the sleepless nights, how my friends and I talk to our hearts. Though I am always pride like a peacock, they never despise me. We laughed wildly in the lobby, chased crazily in the playground. Sadly, all these bosom friends left me, either going abroad or going to another city. I looked for someone hardly, someone like any one of you, yet all in vain. Then, one day, Carrie called me. She said,"Stacey, you know one thing. Partner means two people should not only have similar value system and belief, but also have similar potential and capacity. And now, I could not find one in US. I miss you deadly, miss the old days we work and study together." I was on the verge of tears, replying," So do I."

It is a fact that when you meet the one you like, you appreciate, you could do everthing for him or her, leaving all the danger or unwillingness behind. The tragedy is, if you chose the wrong person, you would only sarcrife your heart and your power. I may fall into this category, sadly. For three times, I made the similar mistakes. Every time when I tried to stand on my feet, with tears in my eyes, I put too much heart on the "might-be" future. The world is too complicated, so are people's hearts.

So what to do? To die here, finishing the most beautiful song in the life? Definitely no. Why fly to the thorn and impalse itself upon it? Just leave, leave the pain and sorrow, even if you have to depend all on yourself from then on. It is not your world.

It made me think of the talk bwteen Lady L and I. I said,"All your problem is resulted from a lack of sense of belonging." Actually, am I also in a lack of sense of belonging? The answer is no. I could clear the cloud and find my way, on which there is nobody but myself. Wake up inside and carry on! Take the legend with me.

To do what is worthwhile.