Simple ideas I know that in December it is difficult to endure, and will become more and more doubt my own ability. And I have began anxiety. Now the time is about one o'clock in the morning. But I couldn't sleep. I want to write something. Ideas are so complicated. When I want to write but don't know how to write. Maybe it is because I try to write in English, a lot of stuff is still hard to the right expression. In fact, recently I started to listening to previously heard songs, many of songs are my love in middle school. I have no idea. Just I miss lost grandmother. Missing is never the end. When she was still alive I should give her a commitment should be given, but I don't have the courage. Three years later, every night, was heartache through. Whenever I was walking alone at night on the road, I always think, perhaps, the next turn, and she will appear in front of me, waiting for me to go home. As with many things not understand, those essence has been presented to you. Life can cycle continuously, but time is a second to disappear. You don't know what the next moment you second will meet a what kind of things. The night of the fear is to bring the silent worship admire. Your real in the experience the world? Or in the unexamined do you think you should do, and then think that this is your experience? And all of that be exaggerated opinionated mood, used to foil the current need emotional comfort. In the upcoming January, postgraduate entrance examination is about to start. I don't know if I could pass, but whatever the outcome, I am willing to face. That is the result I absolutely have to face.