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dear diary
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Every singel day in my life is like a blank page in my diary. Every person i meet or every event i participate in is a lively essay.
After changed a new place, I tended to spend my daytime inside my new house, seldom go out except for meals. Go out and remember every beautiful twinkling, i keep my own words.
The leaves gently swinging follow the pace of the breeze and some wither and fall. The lamps are on. Familiar road, from my dwelling to the study tounge. I chose a longer way which through the woods to understand such a peaceful and plain night more. But nothing happened, I gain nothing.
Stand in front of the study room, the biulding is ablaze with lights. Filled with students who are busy with their lessons, the building is fancier than anything. Then I join in.
