The Sea

Just watched "Becoming Jane" a moment ago. I don't know how to describe my feeling. I should not watch it this night. My eyes are full of water , it made them red and turgid, and my apex of nose. I don't know if that word right?---- I mean turgid.
I am going to classroom and study this night. So, I must wait them, reinstate. Suth a bother thing!
The main actores in Jane's story always have a happy ending. I know why this moment. That adulterate sad emotion. There are so many things can't turn out as we like. Always. That's the real world.
I also envy Jane. She could enjoy in her own novel and she could write that so humorous and lively stories, beautiful works, as a woman, in that time.
Becoming Jane. Yes, how wonderfur and strong sentence! to every girl and yonug lady. No good love, we can try to become Jane.

...I can't stop writing now, I can't. Just want to write more and more.

I always be so idle and negligent. I know I can do better. I could. But I always don't try my best. This morning (may be afternoon, I don't remember) I read a essay about Lin Yutang's childhood by Lin. He writed much of his older sister. I know, many girls like her, have a wealth of tought and diligent and hope to study in good campus. But they can't. Because they are girls. There were always many clever girls can't study though they have such a big desire at that time. Today, still have lots of that girls in somewhere, as some countryside. They even don't know what "Hi" mean. But I could know more and more just if I like. But I did not give my all effort. 
Stop here. Must do my task assigned this evening. Must do. That is the least I can do today.

Forgot to say, Be myself and don't mind others' sight. Just be myself and do what I should do. That's all.

These days I read "Chicken soup for the teenage soul" .I read a peom named "Paint Brush" by a girl in this book as follows:

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I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show
I'm so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you'll do--that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I might lose you.

I'l dike to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes.
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me, too.
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I think everyone have one "paint brush" or more for different situation. Sometime we don't want to hurt others, sometimes we just want ot protect ourselves.Do you agree that?

Today is Mid-autumn Day. My room-mate Legion's parents delivered her so many moon cakes, Chen also brought some moom cakes just now. I think we wouldn't eat them up until Monday week.

Oh, so sweet! chocolate moon cakes, biscuit moon cakes, fruit-stuffing moon cakes, meat-stuffing moon cakes...lots of these.

So, this is my last and sweetest Mid-autumn Day in college. I will keep it in my mind.

Here, I want to say: Happy Mid-autumn Day, everyone. Hope you all have a luck day!