春天的哈尔滨什么都没有。
北国的杨树上芽还没冒头，晚上9点夜幕下的大马路就已经看不见车影，是这样的四月。林场早上倒是能见到晨起锻炼的老人，“咣、咣、咣”声音大老远就能听到。倒不是运动的过于剧烈，只是太安静了。
安静得可怕，可怕啊。
在期盼着什么东西的萌动。
ZAY晚上问我前任的事情，说什么很帅会是什么体验。他最近遇到了梦一样的体验，是一种渴望和肉体的纠葛。陷进去的梦，橙色的光晕。
花在黑夜中的绽放；夜越是深，花便开的越盛。然后最后停下了，声音由喘息渐渐停息下来。是夜的哈尔滨，是静的哈尔滨。
Recently, l thought of travelling to Russia, which seems dramatically magic,rather strange. Afraid of the language problem, i decided to learn the words and grammar. That's difficult. Apart from the strange writing approach, the "R "voice and completely different expressing way confused me.
By the way, the money thing and the qualifications need to be appealed.
The more important thing is to make sure the furture job or further study, and its detailed information. A friend of SJTU asked to think about the wanted goal as soon as possible. And offer me an commitment to help making a calendar. Except for the gratitude, I do realize the emergency of working force.
In my deep mind, l hope to have the choice of studying landscape Architecture in SJTU. But the reality is a refusal, partly because of the scarcity of quota. That's really a pity.
So, the life diss me again. Surely l can endure it, cause have no alternative.
Doing what you want to do, not the thing you have to do. Follow your heart and choose a way of inspiring you, it might be the best but last choice.
