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People are bad memory animals. It’s a long way from the time when one’s born to any stage of life. We make targets after fail or success, or even when there is nothing to do in the day time or at night.

Like driving a car to a destination, the best people we have known are the ones who always make sure they are in the right way. Vast majorities, of course, may let their goals behind their heads sometimes. But the most important thing somebody has to do is that don’t let the goals down to the deep of Brain Ocean.

As we know, a block of iron won’t floating on the surface of the ocean, so the one, who knows human are bad memory animals and holds the iron all the time, will be somebody, getting out of nobody.

After two days weekend a moment for which I have been dull and idle, abandoning in playing computer games, the new week had been come. I rose in almost dark though its about 7:30am. I don’t like winter, especially with fog of murky yellow, lucky seldom in Beijing. Folks were going their business; white poplars were standing by the sides; the sun was raising, backing with the blue sky. It seems everything is for me, but winter is still not belonged to me. Cold makes me boring with no reason, like some guys hate rain while can not say why. Oh, the new year has been come. And winter is going way. My spring is coming , shining upon the lanes and meadows.