i am always thinking to write someting about my past days, so i take up my pen. it is a pity what i put down just like a
waste book. sometimes others may not care you,but you have to care yourself. i am a
common person, and commonness is also a beauty of life. that is why i stll record the common past with the pen in my hand.
preface : fate always make fun of me. to some
people i am lucky, because i can see i can speak;but to some other people i am unfortune ,i experience failure and biterness.