I love it, with considerable passion.

I used to regard English as a necessity merely, a tool with which I am able to have access to all categories of books and lectures regardless of any language barrier, thus achieveing my intended academic level. However, as time goes by, I feel a touch of sentimenal attachment to it.
As I turn inwards, I sense more, eventually become passinate for it, and with good reason. I appreciate some smooth, ambiguous but thought-provoking terms used. For instance,We describe those who are suffering something but trying hard to recover "on the bounce", and depict those who have been dismissed but struggle to seek for new fortune "between jobs", etc. These expresssions reveal the power of words in English, which is quite distinguished from other more precise but dull languages.
This noon in canteen,I happened to hear a chat between two singaporeans who swithched language freely between Madarin and English. I was deeply impresssed, and came to a realisation that the highest level of the language proficiency is the ability to talk and write with no attention paid to the language you are using but to the focus of your topic attentively , that is to say, beyond language. Therefore, I wish, one day I am able to handle a conversation beyond language, or have a nice dream in English but never feel uneasy when waking up.
The spring festival is drawing near, and it is time for a New Year's resolutions to be set. What is your big plan?Take a time and consider.
Just keep in mind: life is beautiful, and so is English...