Sorry

    I can't umbrella for you

    leave you wet

                 ----Jimi<1.2.3.Woodenman>

    My first English class.

          I just sat there being silent.My thinking seemed to be stopped at that period of time.

         But anyway,this experience strengthened my belief that my spoken English will obviously be good as I expected.

         In the afternoon,I assigned my name wanting to join the long-term actibity of doing something for the children at children's welfare house.

         Besiya suggested a walking in our schoolyard.

         I just wore my slippers down with them.

         The range of temperature is larging these days,so it was cold outside with wind blowing.

        How about running?I said.

        Then we three started running along the road which heading to the  gate of our school.

        Running.Only running.

        I kept running till the gate.

        I must be crazy.

        None stops,neither the feeling of tiredness.

        If I had known what were there at the destination,I wouldn't run as I did,which is suitable for any case. That's my feeling when I was running and also it is now.

        But today,we met with a forein friend.

        He wanted to get to a Japanese restaurant called Home Coffee in Tianjin University.

        We pointed the direction for him.

        Besiya found that he took the opposite way before my back-steps started.

        We ran to catch up with him.

        Excuse me,Sir.You've taken the wrong way again.

        I  admired myself  for saying above words.

        Then we guided him to Tianjin University.

        What a shock when he took out a visiting card where there was the name of his Tianjin University----Tianjin Language College!

        Oh,my god!Who knows where it is !

        It's our luck to have a local gentleman showing the right way.

        Thank Godness that we didn't guide the wrong direction.

        I translated to him which way he'd take.

        From his facial expression and movement,I seemed to read that he treasured our company.

        I looked at the time then.It was not late.But we still stood there doing nothing,especially after that uncle said something.

        Let's go back.

         The sense of alienation filled me and also Besiya,but it could be found on the surface of her while I said nothing.

        I don't have the courage to do that.Though I felt lost,I could comfort myself with the reason that we are Chinese,we are Chinese girls.The cool wind slipped into our clothes.

        The warmth that running brought us had gone completely.

        Only cold that I could feel.

        But now,I know  it would be a piece of regret memory always in my mind.Having this kind of memory is also a sweety thing.

        That's the case.

        Good night.My Saint.