When I started to write something, I found my vocabulary was too limited. But I decided to work harder  from now on......
这是我写的一篇文章，请大家指教，有些词和语法我拿不准啊！


THE SOUL OF LIGHT

Maybe you'll never know how important the boy is to me,and how much I miss him when he is away,    and how painful my heart is when I miss him.......
The story dates back to three years ago.  The first time I saw him,he didn't smile but just watched         the football field with silence, where the flowers of his dream grew. At that time I didn't know how
helpless and sad the expressions in his eyes were.
The next time I saw him, it was a sunny day. The sun was warm but not too hot and the breeze was     blowing gently. His dark brown hair swayed in the wind and his brignt eyes was filled with happiness.
He smiled and said tenderly:" Do you like.... playing football?" At that moment three seemed to be fair    shine around him which made him look like an angel with a crysial conscience. I was just shocked by      the perfect scene and could not even say a word .
                                                                                          to be continue

Nothing is hard in the world if you put your heart into it. Your article is very good and touching.

Do you really think it is? I'm so happy that I want to cry. You said
Nothing is hard in the world if you put your heart into it.
,and I think so. Thanks for reading my article.

Great !  Really  !
When  I  read  it  ,  I   can   even  imagine  what  the  boy  looks  like  .
Go  on  !  My  dear  takutoizumi  !

Thank you very much,GIN

Great！
Come on!
We are looking forward to reading the next part.

I'm back again!What I fogot to say is this is not a love story. I think it's something above love. I respect   the boy not love. And thanks for all the friends who have read it.

THE SOUL OF LIGHT 2

From then on,I was used to watching him running in the football field, his white shirt waving in the        breeze and the self-confident smile on his face when he gazed at his opponents. He was much more  
shining than anybody else in the world! I could see it! I could see the big white wings on his back!
However, in that match which I would never forget, he didn't lead his teammates to run as usual but
just stood in front of the goal silently. He was out of breath and sweat flew along his face though he
didn't run too much. I knew he was suffered! He wanted to run after the ball freely! He wanted to make
the dream of the whole team come true! But he couldn't move! And please don't move! Please! I cried
at the top of my voice in my heart. But at last he still started to run because he didn't want to regret in
the future! He wouldn't see the flowers of his dream withering! But please stop! Otherwise......
He was so shining that I couldn't see him clearly but also couldn't move my eyes away. He just looked
like the gloden sunflower which prefered to leave the soil which it lived on just in order to catch the sun!

to be continue

THE SOUL OF LIGHT 3
This is the last part of the article.
He succeeded. He stood in the sunshine and seemed to be so happy and so satisfied. Then even the air
stopped flowing. How I wished that time would stop flying! However,time never stopped for anybody,so
he disappeared with the light --- never came back.
Why did tears started to my eyes as I had known the result at the beginning?
I said to myself it wasn't true again and again. Even when another lovely boy shouted:"Are you going to
be tied up by a dead person?" I realized that the boy, who loved football better than anybody else in the world ,had gone and wouldn't be back. I could do nothing except facing the truth.
Three years has passed.Though he was away, when I was suffering or helpless and didn't know what
to do, I saw him stand in front of me and smiled.He said:"Don't give up! Everything will be fine!"
Suddenly my eyes went wet again.
Maybe it's a good result, for he is smiling.So it's good.I don't know how to express my feelings but I
only want to say----
Thank you-----the soul of light to me -------Kuba Yoshiharu.

the end