Rain, snow and random things...

When I was a little child, everytime the wind blowed gently and the smell of moisture filled up the air, my soul somehow became restless. I continuously checked my house’s window and crying out loud inside when I saw countless of raindrops soaked the ground. I still remember somewhat the feeling of sitting beside my grandpa or grandma, staring unconsciously into the scenery in front of my grandparents’ house. To me, no Grand Canyon or Eiffel Tower can compare to such scenery.

A year-end note (posted on facebook on Dec 31st)

It might be too soon to write this, and I have been thinking really hard about whether to post this or not. However, to me, there is no time more relevant than now. I am having a winter break from university and I have almost no plan for any trip or anything big to do during this 2-week-long break, therefore, I am technically free.