The Rain in Hangzhou

Two days ago I went to Hangzhou for something. I stayed there for only two days, however, I was lucky enough to have a look at the storm rain which is said to be hard to catch. Well, let me detail it.

On that day, it had been very very hot since morning. My friend and I could not bear the hot weather, so we decided to have a walk along the west lake. After sitting on a bench for a long while, we found that the sky in west was charging into black. At once, the wind on the lake was getting stronger and stronger. My friend adviced me to leave as soon as we could, as strom was coming. However, we only stepped few when we past by a small resterant, the strom came. This resterant had many big unbrellas outside to hold customers. Because of the quick strom, some of them were blown away. I was frightened to death. Fortunately, my friend was smart, and begged the lord of this resterant to let us stay for a while. It was a small house, but it held seven people. The strom out side was very strong.

To be continued...

The past is past...

In the past, I am a girl who is stubborn and paid little attention to others' advise. Although I did get something good for my persistence, I paid much for it too. I don't know what's wrong with me. I thought I was mature enough to judge something, but my old brothers always told me to follow their words. The facts also showed me that I did great wrongly when I faced those two things--the first one is about study; the other one is about boyfriend. In fact, I don't want to confess that I was wrong. I just want to say that I am different. I hate to be same with others, and I want to be myself. This thought, however, brought me many unpredictable bad things. I am confusing now. Should I persist now, or should I give up my ground and just to act as a puppet? I hate sighing, but I do it a lot now.

God, my Father, You are over me, watching me, and weeping for me. You tell me what to do next. You are my God. You created the world and know everything in this world, so it is easy for You to supervise my life. My Father, You help me!

At last, I want to give myself several words: "The past is past, but tomorrow is still in my hands."

Thank God!

I am coming back...

Dear my Father,

I am so sorry for what I have done in the past. I was stupid, as I tried to abandon Your words and Your way. I got much pain. Now I am very tired, and want to go back home. Will You welcome me? I know You are happy that I am back, and You will be the happiest one.

You are leading my way...

Thank You!!!

Your girl,
Abigale