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今天打开学校的主页，才知道北京奥运会上夺得女子十米跳台第七名的竟然是我的大学同学

女子十米跳台决赛名单：

http://2008.qq.com/match/1257/index.shtml?p=3

学校网页上的介绍：

http://www.hec.ca/manchettes/2008/2008053.html

病好了之后，总感觉脑子里缺了点什么东西。仿佛我的智慧正在一丝一丝地流走。再次说起言不由衷的话语，竟然感到心虚。 

我把笔记本电脑关了又开，开了又关，风扇狰狞地咆哮着，让盛夏的房间更加燥热无比。 

享受痛苦也是一种过程。而我也学会将某些东西瞬间忘却。这，从前是一种煎熬，而今却成为本能。 

日子一天一天地流过，我还在挣扎着变换视角去欣赏这平淡的生活。总归有一天，我会在淡漠与茫然中，找回那片遗失的美好。

Dear P, 

I've been doing well since you left for vacation, except that sometimes I felt drowning in the "crisis of esteem", a term I learned from you which can precisely describe my frequent bothers.  

I do feel lucky that I am in good health, both mentally and physically, and I told myself that I should stop complaining and begin appreciating what life is giving to me. But man is hard to be satisfied and we never get to know what's beyond the ambitions, because there are too many.  

I tried a lot to change myself in order to adapt to the "new" life, which was supposed to be fruitful and gorgeous. Unfortunately something remains the same, as I still feel gloomy in a rainy day, or sometimes I miss the submay unexpectedly. What's more, for personal raisons, I will probably not be able to persue my study in the coming semester, as I told you. 

Well since years I've been alone, and I'm already used to count on myself. It's such a tough way and an exhausting life style, they are eroding me invisibly. I tried to slow down my steps, so that I may see the sceneries alongside. Meanwhile I reduced my expectations: I now expect nothing from anyone, what I've achieved is done all by myself, and I deserve that.  

I hesitated for a while before I made the decision to write to you. Nowadays we write less and less in this booming metropolitan, we thus lost too many things without being aware of, it's so pathetic. To the extremity, it will be more than pathetic that people know clearly what they want and they persue only what they want without paying attention to others. In another poetic term, that’s why sometimes we call a city “a forest of concrete”.  

I danced a lot this summer, the only way I can concentrate on myself and be different. I like dancing, it’s an outlet, a perfect outlet by which you can tell without speaking, and you can hear without listening, because we make impressive body languages, of which I’m fond and proud.  

Well life continues anyway, what will happen happens. Let someone be, let something go. 

Love you as usual.