3点醒来，窗外，冬日的阳光灿烂，心里却瞬间捕捉到一丝伤感。

昨晚，是西方的圣诞，我的确平平安安，像往常那样呆在考研室，直到十一点半。

结果，却提前半个小时收滩，因为我等的电话一直都没来。

几个认识的人都问我昨晚怎么那么乖，没去玩。

我笑着说考研人就该低调，推崇一个人的精彩。

呵，什么时候开始，我也郁郁寡欢？

今天，或许是西方真正的圣诞，在东方却亚于男男女女对昨晚的青睐。

雁过无痕。

6小时前所有升温的狂欢都归于平淡，连余温都被清晨最后一丝风刮得烟消云散。

我突然想起周五口译课上的那篇幸福满足感，又想起马克思的唯物史观。

幸福感只是瞬间被完成的某种期待，而追求才是维持幸福永恒的素材。

24天，对很多考研人而言是需要用意志力来维持，坚持下去的过程。

局长说他也开始有点放不开，有点紧张，也带点不安。

而我，却在这个时候伤感，伤感这24天过完自己就将离开。

每个人都说这个城市太多瑕疵，太多缺憾，没可能让人流连更不可能忘返。

我最终，还是没能爱上这座城市，爱上的或许也只是回忆，以及回忆中和自

“Top ten”, the most striking characters now prevailing on campus, symbols what? Applauses, cheers and flowers, or tears, sadness and regret? That night, I really lost at my answer.

To me, this year’s Top Ten Singing Competition was actually the last chance, meanwhile my first attempt to perform for my beloved fellows in English department. I still remember what an overwhelming excitement I have been attacked when I heard from my friend’s exciting voice by phone telling me I made it. I still remember how generously my classmates came across to me and ask if there is anything they could do to help. I still remember how patient and careful, my “supervisors”--some other contestants who will compete with each other that night on the stage—are, in listening to my practiced singing, finding out my defects and advising me to perfect my singing sincerely, without any constraint. I still remember…so much, so many …behind the spotlight…

You can never imagine