Magical moment

Can you imagine that you are going to head home in the next 24 hours? Now, I can get sketch from it.
Never do I see how much I like and miss my hometown until this special holiday comes at the corner.
All I want now is skip every thing, take the train, and open that red gate.

The Image of fall

 It's getting more breezy and chilly, 

while I was standing underneath the eave.

 Looking up into the sky, 

there's no more dazzling 

but smooth sunlight in the tranquil yesterday 

and still air in the last afternoon. 

Looking further, 

asking myself how far could I reach my home and  how further could I step on my goal.                                                                                                                                                      

Crap no more please!

It's totally frustrating when I receive the paper which I call it a sense of achievement or a trove, finding out that it seems to not great even worse enough to call it  CRAP out loud. Why do I have that ridiculous though? Maybe, I am  a little bit over proud of my competence. Stop it! No more that f**king pride and confidence; instead, more down-to-earth attitude.  Learn to think deep and wide.

Sense a little bit

After the last class, I start to rethink the matter of composition. What's the difference between composition and recording my moment feeling? Well, I get a sketch today. Forming untidy ideas into neat ones seems to near the meaning of composition. Expressing something intentionally is seemingly so called composition. How about the recording something? Well, I am doing now.

Step amid the heat air

There's still having one more week for me to head home. Step by step, I am more adaptive to this new place. Walking on the street, seeing the riders, drivers, and walkers passing by. Under the blazing sunlight, my heart feels serene without following the wind blowing my hair up and down.