Je m'appelle Cendre

On my the gloomy day,the heavy rain came unexpectedly. If there was a God, I think he would like me to be brighter and whiter. Yeah, and I don't want to let him down,never ever. I will try and try and try, even if nobody can understand me, even if everybody misundersand me. I believe, one day,I will see many flowers blossoming and dancing around me. I will seize the opportunity to fulfill my dreams,smelling the fresh flowers, feeling the warm heart and being loved. 

 Remember God is with you.

I still remember when I first saw the little boy's face through the window, he was standing gloomily in the rain in the cold and wet yard for a while, being unconscious that drops of rain was striking his face. The little 5 to 6-year-old boy, pale and thin, with dark eyes, was staring into the sky. His cheeks seemed sunken and his eyes were lost. Approximately fifteen minutes later, he somehow suddenly slipped away and disappeared into the rain. Months went by. The face never reappeared in my grandma’s yard.Somehow I miss him so much even though I had never seen him and we did not have even one conversation....(PS:Hello,I am very glad to share my story with you and talk with you.I major in English and French, so you may leave me message in English and French. Welcome to leave your comments here for better communication with me. I will reply you soon.Sincerely.Thanks a lot~ )

Today, I was miserably hurt while peeling an apple with sharp knife. I really wonder why the knife was blunt while peeling the apples, but became fiercely while killing my fingers. The blood did not make a river, but at least it became a stream very soon. It was mainly because my unskillful ability it became a stream. It was mainly because I was careless in cutting an apple with a stupid knife. Without my knowing it, the blade had a tender kiss with my thumb. All at once, the blood welled up. My thumb was hurt and would be left with a long narrow wound. I hastened to look for the plaster band while the blood fell drop by drop on the table and on the ground. The band aid was put around my thumb, yet there was no sign of it being any better. The band was soon wet through, with the blood streaming along the finger to the back of the hand and the palm. It seems the wound must be deep. Napkins won’t help to stop the bleeding. My heart sank. Then I rushed to the washing room to clean the cursed blood. In a minute it turned red again.  It was the end of the world. An awful idea flashed through my mind. Luckily, My roommates came back and saw this mildly funny scene. She scolded me “Just watch what you are doing! What the hell you didn’t shock to death. That’s a mercy!” I will not forget that day my roommate helped me tighten the band aid around my thumb and, with a rubber band, they put three rings on the top of my blood vessel, making sure that it was tight. At last, they succeeded in stopping the blood from bleeding. Thanks to her, my eyes were brimming with tears this afternoon.

Maybe because I am just a freshman here,I feel this website seems quieter,and I am thinking about whether I should continue to my update in this website. Finally, Mr,Learner,Thanks for telling me to find the notification as well as my mails in the Home page. I wish I had your brains, but I'm too stupid.O(∩_∩)O~