My home is far from my high school, so I live on campus. Every day, after dinner, I go for a walk on campus. And every day I will go to that special place. Only when I am there can I forget all the fusses and pressure and relax myself completely. Actually it is only a very ordinary place, with grass and flowers on the ground. There is a bench there. Behind it is a line of willows. I clearly remember the first time that I found this place.
It was a sunny afternoon. The weather was quite comfortable. I took a book with me and went out of my dorm. On the way to the library, I suddenly saw a bird. I went to the bird, but she was scared by me and flied away. I chased her until she was totally out of my sight. Then I stopped and looked around. Out of no reason, I was deeply attracted by the environment of that place. I told myself that this was the place where I should read my book. I sat on the bench and began to read. Sitting in the warm sunshine, with the soft breeze, I gradually felt drowsy. I lay down on the bench and unconsciously I fell asleep. Half an hour later, I woke up. I did not know why. It seemed that I had never felt that content before. It was such a strange but amazing feeling. I felt so refreshed. Looking at the blue sky and the white clouds, flowers of various colors and the green grass and leaves, I knew that the more humans were connected with nature, the more purified their hearts would be.
From that day on, that place became my special spot. When I felt depressed, I would go there and listen to some music; when I felt happy, I would go there and enjoy the beautiful flowers; when I felt pressured, I would go there and breathe the fresh air; when I felt lost, I would go there and thought about my future. No matter what mood I was in, I would feel peaceful and content staying there a little while.
The place is always the place; however, it is like an invisible confidant to me. Also it is a diary that records my everyday life. When the day...