I lived in a dream which was so beautiful that I didn't want to wake up in the past years. I thought everything was great and everybody was kind.But now ,as I grow up year by year ,more I have seen of the world,more I fee disappoint of human.
　　Why? Maybe the morden society is too creal, too crude ,too perrimism,above all too helpless. When I walk along the road I often see all kinds of people barked out a string of dirty words or get on with each other as enemy and I cant't found trust,love,and smile all of which I expect. I don't konw whether there will be a man give me his hands when I have difficult one day.
　　So,my heart is ill. She would bust into tears if she could cry. I feel pity for my heart , because I can't help her but I hope maybe one day she can feel better with the change of people.
　　So,my life now can't be a fairy-tale and I can't enjoy the pleasing sunshine. But it is preserved in my memory which is a precious souvenir for my precious life.