I am sitting on one of the benches in our school where you can actually see the perfect view of this place---- the swaying flag on top of a pole, the dancing grasses in a wide, flesh lawn with freshmen students playing and running after the other.

Staring at them,I can’t control myself to look gay and joyous and I am surprised that those students brought me something that I can’t rub out-------the SMILE.

Then while walking on the pathway. I raise both of my hands as if trying to reach the steel bar above me and act like I am a freshman student playing monkey-bars in the playground.