Goodbye,March! I cannot bear time floating down like river. What was mentioned in a book named The importance of living portrays life is like an elegant poem or a grand symphony. However,I feel life is like an eternal circle from January to December,repeating and repeating until you cannot wake up one day.I know what I think of is pessimistic and not absolutely correct.Put it in another way,I'm afraid that time pass away meanwhile I achieve nothing,life becomes a blank paper.Today is the Fool's Day.Does life always play jokes with us?Whatever,I cannot stop time,and no one could.The only thing we can do is cherish it as everyone knows.Hello,April!