2008过去了，在此总结。

雪灾，艳照，暴乱，地震，结石等等无疑丰富了我的课余生活~

另外，

在高考备考阶段，我的睡眠质量严重上升；

在上了大学以后，我的填鸭之路甚是顺利。

以上皆是闲话。

Actually,In 2008,i 've done many good things.But what impressed me most was an important decision.
“Everyone dies, but not everyone really lives.” I read on the poster of Brave Heart. We all struggle in life for no regrets of having been to this world. We ask: how do we really live? As Oscar Wilde explained, “The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's dream - that is what each of us is here for.”
The most beautiful tools to observe and understand all surround and inside us for me is the pursuit. I'm always surprised that only in a state of pursuit do I laugh and cry without any sense of shyness. This stubborn love has been a part of me since almost N years ago, but it didn't become the core of me until I was really busy and was involved in a life without it.

I am a student with good grades in the arts study, but both most teachers and my parents pictured me a “wrong” future, the following track of my life. “Go into a chemistry school. Find a job in research buildings.” I was perplexed when I found out what this track was leading to: a researcher. “For all those, you, please, concentrate on your exams and wipe off others in your schedule.” I accepted the track though the aim seemed looming in the researcher life.I tried, to deny what I always love, so that I wouldn’t be a disappointment to my parents and teachers.

However, this experiment failed. To be honest,PHYSICS didn’t hinder me but the more I went on this track, the less it convinced me that it was exactly what I long for. Part of me was dissolving, the core of my soul, the satiation towards life and the passion to go on…all fading. I felt the suffering of being lost; it coiled me every night when I am awake, “What will I be?”

But after experiencing something important but weird, there was definitely a strike to me: there’s nothing wrong with my love for the arts. My wish to contribute to them in my future stood up in a sudden. Though accountant/economic analyst/or sth involving the arts seemingly earns less fortune than researcher jobs my parents stick to, a researcher’s life is not my happiness, I can’t and won’t abandon my zeal for the arts: I can feel the desire to explore the magic-land of it . Now I see, all that is inside my dream about the arts.
Even having an arduous journey via the exploration of the arts. The courage to be myself had finally arrived after the College-Entrance-Examination. And finally I was even happier to receive my parents’ support, “Just be yourself. You never let us down no matter what you do.”

I have prepared the toefl for a few months and got a moderate grade.Now I'm busy preparing for the next round and i really appreciate that my father is devoting himself to the ielts in order to open the migration road to Canada though I don't know if he can make it. But anyway,Once I’ve chosen my road, I dream of myself, aiming at my goal, in my hand holding the “HOPE torch” – it lights up my road. Till then I’m really living.