Love

There are parts of stories in our life.
Today, is the end of one part.
Tomorrow, will be the first day of new semester.

Recalling my holiday, it was about the same with those previous vacations, but it was somehow different. I think such difference was caused by my effort to cherish my holiday.
I really treat myself as enjoying my precious holiday.
So, i damped myself in the joy of spontaneity, relaxing and simplicity.
This was really a holiday. No works. No pressure.
Everyday in holiday,
i read newspaper in the morning...
fetch sisters from school or to tuition classes...
read some self-improvement articles(not too often la ^_^)...
do some watering-etc "agricultural"-kind of stuff behind my house near the river...
watch tv drama and joking with sisters...
chat a bit with parents...
re-read a bit of some novel...
think in vain...
think about friends and girl before sleeping...
It was dull, simple, but nice.

Between family members, between friends,
relationship is being strengthened, distance is becoming shorter.
I am happy.
I am true to myself.
I see soul.
I sense my heart.
I feel closer.
I am not apart.
I feel love.