It's cold outside.
    I lie down on my bed,dark all around.I doubt that there is something bad in the bureau.The windows are ratting in the wind.Small noise seems bigger than usual. Who is it ,I don't know.Maybe no one.
    I don't know why I am so scared.I am addicted to horror and thriller,something irritating.
     Undoubtly ,I have a long way to go .Though mang things make me lose.Lose in one imaginal would .
    I cannot stop,cannot have any break.'cause so does my brain.

   sometimes,I feel that too much unfairness exists.This feeling comes to strong especially when I am exposed to failure.
   Last semester,in order to get a good grade in one politics subject,I tried my best to recite ,didn't care about my throat.I put up with cold,lonly,worse still,fear.The only thing made me through these tests was faith,the same as prison break,right.
   while,as you can guess,I didn't get a ideal mark.I feel terrible.
   However,I,as a grown man,had to be faced with all of these.Stronger is always stronger,as weaker is always weaker.There is alway a words in my heart.
   When the Going Gets Tough,the Tough Gets Going.

    It's snowing now,I feel kind of cold.This is my first diary.I have long been thinking about keeping journal in English.A long period of time has pasted since I joined in HJ.It's a big family with many warmhearted people.

    Now I'm anxious for this year ,2008.I'll join CET this year.