I really would like to write something about what have happened on me this afternoon. But when writing about a half, I suddenly find out that it’s too complicated to describe it clearly in English. But the conclusion I have summarized from the process is that I am so unlucky this afternoon.

I’d expected to buy the train ticker this afternoon, but when I go to the ticket office, it’s closed. I’d expected to get the letter at the post office, it’s also closed. As far as I know, their closing time is 6:00 p.m. why they are so unpunctuated? All the afternoon I am running from one place to another, the sweat flowing on my face, my arms. But all these turn out to be useless. I have not reached to my aim. How unlucky I am!