I have been fumbling my cherished words in the unsatisfactory braintank to express my polished but sometimes crowded thoughts in order to make myself understood by an accurate and sincere way whereas the miscomprehension or the undigested interpretation always baffle my companions even my bosom friends like the heavy fog in the deepest forest of thought-construction that even the sunrise couldn‘t break it through. Within the the vocabulary my enthusiasm and optimism can be exhausted when the meaning of life slipped away.

I’ve been praised for the language talent, while I am really proud of the unlimited imagination and the bold skeptism. For the Indian-european language study is just the logical arrangement of the single alphabet, rigid and boring，related to the space out of the time. In that way, however, the simple-minded always get close to the infinite truth. The so-called complicated and mysterious human being trapped themselves into an exaggerated imagination. That‘s the reason why I am proud of. I may be sensitive and perceptive but the most crucial quality is the illustrated imaginativeness. In my mind, the pursuit of philosophy is just the venture of imagination which full of astonishment and  excitement.

Even if the contemporary life has been splitted into pieces, the symbolized expression of post-modernization. My faith about the happiness and warmth of love would never wither along with the fade of the humanity. Thanks to my friends’ kindness, I‘d like to wrap myself in the smiling hug for the rest of my life.