nameless I walk on the road, and hear the cold wind from the north is howling hard, it fells like a knife is cutting my face and sounds like someone is screaming to my ear. The bare trees are trembling, and I am also quivering in the wind. Several groups of people walk past me. They are speaking and laughing loudly. Maybe they just talk about something interesting. However, it seems to me that they are laughing at my sadness. What annoy me most is the building site near my dormitory, the workers’ shouting, the harsh noise of some metal objects’ collision, the sound of the lorry’s starting and moving… All the noises drive me to crazy!