The First Snow I haven't seen the snow for quite a long time. The snow made the whole city a quiet and beautiful place. I was very excited that day and walked out early to enjoy the scene. The road was very slippy and hard to walk. I was cold and the body was telling me to return. But the beauty of the snow forced me to stay. Later that day, I heard that one of my classmates was hit by the fallen branch from a snowy tree. Then I realized both sides of the snow, one side is beauty and peace, the other is inconvenience and danger.

A Meeting with a Friend I was very hungry when I left the hospital, for the health examination requires an empty stomach. I decided to find somewhere nearby to eat instead of going home. So I checked the map in the cell phone. Then I found the university my friend Tai on is very close. I chatted with him online and gladly he was on the way back to school. After the meal I finally met him. For five years since the last time we meet with each other. We talked a lot that day, about the past, the academic pressure, and life itself. I was alone for quite a long time, study alone, wander alone, live alone. When I met this old friend that day, after a long talk, I know I'm not lonely. Everyone has to be alone, both living and dying. But it is glad to know that I'm not lonely, giving me much strength to face the uncertainty of future.

A fairy tale of a fox demon and a Daoist priest The Daoist priests have been hunting the fox demon for thousands of years. There once a immature Daoist priest called Moonrise, whose blood contains unique power that can do great harm to the fox demon. Every Daoist priest wanted to seize this unique power and to achieve fame in the human world, and that caused the endless chase for Moonrise . After the death of his parents who endeavoured to protect him , Moonrise had nowhere to go in the human world, so he made a tough decision to go to Mount Tu, where the most wicked fox demon lived there. （To be continued… I'm trying to retell a story that I read in a comics）

The length and limits of lifetime Recently, I read the diary of the Chinese writer Jixianlin. Then I start to realize that the whole life of one person were just limited to a few books, with each day just a few words. The seeming long lifetime and the limited remnents make the gaint gap look astonishing . Countless people lived and died, disappearing in this ever-changing world. Memories and expectations formed this reality. Even the faintest voice among people shall be heard as a vivid life. And I wish to seek these voices and try to understand them just as the way they may understand me.