June 12, 2007 Diary

 June 12
cloudy last night, wind comes up, at 8 o'clock, the day has been overcast by. Since we live in a place not always take power, so lying in bed very early, in fact, but the house is the place where people live, is a nest, where a shelter against the rain. But on this night, I was at my temporary nest, but not the slightest sense of security. because of the outside air is too great, from the Hailar came back last year have not seen such a big wind. It roared, and accompanied by no trace of the dark night light. seems like a hell when the door is opened again and scraped off the wind, feeling ready to devour all the same.
then I cringe at the foot of the bed, then they find that they become so helpless, and once that they have become very strong, has grown up and no longer have the feeling of fear, or even once that will gradually forget the taste of fear. But at this point, I really understand that fear is always hiding in the depths of the human heart, when you become weak, it would appear, dominate your mind, controlling your consciousness make you feel lonely, you feel helpless, so that you fear. My hand still holding my cell phone, as it is now time for the only source of light. Then the door of my house happened to catch the bad , does not close, the wind the door Ga Ga clatter clatter of ringing, I found a slender wire, the tie a little bit, but what role did the same, still ga ga despair despair of the ringing. outside of the wind as if know my fears, it is like to do games like, sometimes stop, sometimes comes up, the door loud sounds as if someone desperately pulling it out at any time as you want to get into it.
from time to time I play with my phone, you want to see the light through its weak house is suddenly more than one person. wind's blowing still lawless every corner of windows and doors not shutting the sound, the voice of the wind mixed with the iron, so that I feel more at home nervous. I, want to give her a call and tell her I'm feeling, I really need her to comfort me, to my heart and something to comfort. But I know now Perhaps one of her friends with her, maybe I do not want to call her, let her be. I was very contradictory, with the terrible sound of the wind outside, show me more help, I really need you. What do you do this time? you understand my feelings at this time? Maybe she was chatting with friends to dinner, perhaps on the way home, perhaps one day too tired to play, has slept.
I fiddled with the unconscious phone, send a short stop the heart, want to tell all of my present situation. But I really disappointed, all the messages sent out the same as go down the drain, with no response. if all Well, everyone agreed to do your own thing in the same. Just as I was near despair when the phone rang, I saw life, the boss sent a text message: What are they afraid, all right, I'll talk to you just fine. Now my heart really is no language to describe, in my sad someone to comfort me, in fact, at this time, the boss is busy in his own things, but she still took time to comfort me, to accompany talk to me. boss, I am very grateful to you. This is not flattery, is from the heart. Slowly, I feel more better, although the wind still did not stop to the point, but I was no longer so afraid of. Slowly, I do not know when, I fell asleep. half an hour later, I suddenly woke up and covered in sweat, and suddenly remembered the boss's message, and sure enough, the greetings boss or stay on the phone, it is really thanks, this gratitude is beyond words to describe. But I still want to just say: Thank you.
looked at his watch, a fast 10:30. unconsciously thought of her, she would like to know now What? pleasant chat with friends? or telephone with his name? happy happy chatting? or has entered the dreams of sleeping.
do not know what you dream, it will dream of him? will dream to meet you shortly after the scene? will dream of you plain happy life? in your dreams, in one corner, is there a place I do?